When Are We Going Out?

Mum woke up feeling under the weather, so we had to change all our plans for the day. We were supposed to go to my very good friend B and her husband C, which we had to cancel. I missed out on some yummy liver pâté with my name on it. Grr... I asked mum if B could mail us some, but that wasn't possible for some reason.

Even if I did long to go outside, I felt sorry for mum. She couldn't manage more than basic walkies, and that was OK I guess. She claimed her legs felt like spaghetti. I tried to give her extra poodle therapy.

For some incredible reason, her being sick didn't stop her from announcing, out of the blue, that I needed a bath in the late afternoon. The downside of going on play dates with a white friend is that mum thinks I must be just as muddy as she is, even if it doesn't show. Grr...