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Wednesday

Today, although she has no horticultural pretensions, Isis continues to enjoy the garden.

I’ve never heard of Wordsworth.
What daffodils?

She ignores the lovely May who comes to visit.

May is very good, lying quietly on the rug while her person M. and I drink coffee and converse.

But she manages to enjoy herself a little too!

You’re definitely mistaken: I’m sure it was like this when I found it.

Very reluctantly, I have bought Isis a soft, cloth muzzle. I haven’t tried it on her yet as I have to go out for an hour and don’t want her to wear it without supervision.

She has been so good about wearing the horrible plastic cone and clonk-clonks herself happily around the garden as though it wasn’t there. It’s the same when she is walking on the lead. She doesn’t let it cramp her style: she still vaults over the low wooden fences, hunts rats around the pond and twirls when the fancy takes her.

But I hate that she has to wear anything other than her collar as I feel that she has enough to put up with. If only she could understand that if she doesn’t bite herself, she won’t have to wear it.

Later: I’ve just exchanged the nasty plastic collar for the nasty muzzle. Poor little Isis hates it. Having not succeeded in clawing it off, she is now lying on the rug looking despondent. It’s heart-breaking.

Isis came from the Aeza cat and dog rescue and adoption centre in Aljezur, Portugal. For information about adopting an animal from the centre, contact kerry@aeza.org or  www.dogwatchuk.com