Teaching the kid
Each morning has been the same since Wilma came to live with us; we both go out and do our business. Usually, I cannot complete my business because Wilma wants to play. Next, we go in have breakfast. Then Wilma wants to go finish her business. She comes in I ask to go out and finish my business. When I walk in she wants to play. I want hugs from Momwithoutpaws and Dadwithoutpaws. Just a moment for me time before we do what she wants to do.Now if I could drink coffee I could tell her “After I have my coffee we can play.”
She doesn’t give me a moment of peace. I am not a morning dog. Momwithoutpaws has her coffee, I still want to linger in my cage. Wilma stands outside my cage tormenting me with her high-pitched yips and yaps till I finally give in and play with her.
I have to admit that I feel bad for the little spark 🔌 plug we call Wilma. She went to the the Vet today. Wilma received puppy 🐶 shots. She is sleeping more and moping around. Momwithoutpaws decided it was ⌚ time to give Wilma more room, so she moved the partition to give her half the cage. Then she added a big fluffy quilt. The dogtor said by tomorrow she will be our spark plug 🔌 again.