Long and boring – sorry – I am trying to work out what is best by writing it down.
BeAnne is hard work at the moment. In her mind, she is slowly wandering away from us. I also think she is almost totally blind too.
Having found Her Maj fast asleep outside in the garden a few times today (and it is not warm), I wonder if she knows where she is. While she wants to wander about the enclosed yard around our house, she can’t because of Maggie – who butts first and thinks afterwards. Maggie goes where she wants because I don’t want her stressed this late in her pregnancy and she refuses to be with the others. Our garden is nice and big but she wants to visit her old haunts.
This afternoon I took BeAnne to Clothie (my five acre field) so she could have fun “hunting” like the old days.
She enjoyed that.
On the way home, BeAnne headed off on a mission to peruse the old-sheep-shed (a favourite place) but I was terrified Maggie would get her in a corner and pound her.
So I followed to keep her safe.
I watched BeAnne find a little escape route that she thinks I don’t know about as she set off again.
Feeling that BeAnne obviously wanted to potter and exercise is good for her, we went into the big field, where the old men are currently living. I lifted her over the fence and off she motored at quite some speed. She can’t half shift when she wants to.
I watched BeAnne find some little rabbit holes.
And then she fell, there was a leg in each and she was stuck. I gently lifted her out.
And off BeAnne trundled, determinedly walking towards the steep cliff-like sides of the stream oblivious to me trying to head her off at the pass. In the end I grabbed her, put my coat sleeve through her coat like a lead but giving up half way and carried her home. She is very heavy!
I spend my day trying to keep her safe and worrying while she lives in her own world. Today it was too much.