December 24th 2005 4:04 am
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I've had a good morning today. I jumped onto the top of the wall round the pond and looked at the fish, because my guardian was too busy to do it herself. She shouted at me to get down, probably because she felt guilty she hadn't looked at them herself. I ate all my breakfast, and some of Phoebe's as well, because she's smaller than me and doesn't need as much nourishment. I managed to 'borrow' Big Daisy's rope and played with that for at least five minutes before she leapt on me and took it back, with a playful growl (I think it was playful) and I ate a lot of bird seed from underneath the bird table.
Eventually my guardian decided I needed a walk, but I can't go very far yet because I'm not used to a collar and lead, so we only went up the road and back. I'm getting the hang of this walking lark, and even the sound of cars in the distance didn't scare me as much today. For the first time, Phoebe came out with me. My guardian hasn't even managed to get a collar and lead ON Phoebe before. Phoebe shivers and shakes and tries to hide, but today she actually came out with me. I was VERY excited. She had to be carried out of the house, but when she got onto the drive at the front she managed to walk. We were going along nicely for the first two yards, and then Phoebe just lay down flat on the pavement. She looked as though she'd been squashed she was so flat. I kept going back and licking her, I even nipped her behind the ears and round her legs, but she wouldn't move any further. Mr Guardian had to stay with flattened Phoebe while Mrs Guardian took me round the little Close, then we rejoined Phoebe to come home. I didn't want to go home, but I heard my Guardian say 'slow and steady, we can't rush her'. Actually, I'm ready to go further, and hope she gets the message soon. Phoebe would still be lying flat on the path if Mr Guardian hadn't taken my lead to let Mrs Guardian pick Poebe up and carry her to the front door. She nipped over the front step quickly enough though (Phoebe, not the Guardian) and then sat in the lobby, waiting to have her lead taken off.
I felt quite exhilarated by my walk,and my meeting with a friendly man who made a fuss of me, so I chased Phoebe around the house and garden, to make sure she got some exercise too, and now she's asleep by the radiator and I'm chewing on my gummibone. Wonder if Father Christmas will bring me anything tomorrow? Tranquillsers my Guardian hopes. What are they?
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