Isolation continuesPosted: September 2, 2012
In my current imprisoned state, my exercise routine has changed drastically: My walk with Mummy now takes place at silly o’clock in the morning. While daddy has scored the late night shift.
I particularly dislike the morning walk as we avoid the park and tend to stick to the main road. I find this very boring and in an attempt to make it more interesting I leap on anything that is potentially edible:-) I’ve also started to pick up the pace so that the torture is over quickly. Mummy doesn’t seem to appreciate this though. I don’t understand why not, surely doing it faster means she gets more time to sleep when we get back, right?
My evening walk is proving more interesting as I have seen a prickly creature who I’d quite like to play with. He seems to live in our neighbour’s front garden and daddy says he’s called hedgehog – what a funny name!
So far we haven’t had much dialogue as daddy tends to pull me away, he says our friendship is likely to lead to a trip to the vet but I don’t understand how: I won’t hurt the little fella. I’m determined that we will be friends. Afterall it looks like a ball with legs. What more could you ask for in a friend??