Of cockerpoos and robins

I realised today that I had no idea what day it was. I had to look at my phone. Each day has just blurred together into an amorphous whole of light and dark. And pain. Obviously. And, actually, my knee hurt a lot today. As I said to Mirinda it’s as Adele says, pain is the brains way of telling the body the location of the worst issue.

I did have a few highlights today, though. There was an early text exchange with Denise about our upcoming trip to Cornwall and, obviously, a Skype session with Mirinda. But, I have to say, the biggest highlight was a tiny visitor.

We have a robin in our garden that walks everywhere; or runs when humans are near. It can use it’s wings because I’ve seen it fly from the ground to the top of the fence but, generally you spot it running between the plants in The Garden of One Thousand Yaps.

When I refilled the bird feeders the other day (whatever day that was) I sprinkled a bit of seed just inside the big sliding doors. This was Mirinda’s idea, to entice the Running Robin in. Given the whole extension was designed to bring the inside and outside together, I thought this was a brilliant idea.

Then, today, as the girls and I lay on the lounge, watching Strong Girl Bong Soon, the Running Robin dashed in and started pecking at the seeds.

I had a light hold on the girls, in case they decided to do anything but, instead, they both sat and watched as the little fellow had his fill before leaving. This is opposed to how they react when they spot a cat in the garden. I like to think we’ve brought them up to protect the birds.

Speaking of the puppies, Freya decided, while I was writing up my blog this morning, that she wanted to sit on my shoulders. She hasn’t done that for a while. Of course, she did it all the time when she was a baby but, these days, she’s content to lie on my lap or behind me on the dining chair.

I figured it was something to do with her reaching middle age yesterday.

As someone said, it’s difficult to tell where Freya ends and the beard begins.

As for Emma, she spends a lot of the day patrolling the house. She does her regular guard duty on the library window sill, then she’ll pop up the back of the garden to make sure our flank is safe and secure. She’ll bark at anything, at anytime, for any reason, just to show that she’s present and correct.

Then, naturally, there was an hour of rolling the ball from the windows to the front door.

By the way, that’s my ‘good’ foot. The cane, as well as being a great support in my hours of need, I use to retrieve the ball because, for reasons known only to herself, Emma always drops it just out of reach. Normally that’s not a problem, but when one is restricted, it suddenly becomes imperative that one employs some sort of retrieval device.

Mirinda will be pleased to know that I had lamb chops and salad for dinner tonight.