October 15, 2009

Oh my God! We are up at 6:00 a.m. Good God—what for? Then I hear the shower running and Mamaw is putting the suitcase on their bed. She is going in the bathroom and bringing clean clothes on hangers into their bedroom. Oh—I know  Poppy is going away today. She gets me outside and offers me breakfast but I just can’t concentrate. I have to see what is going on here. She lets me up on their bed to watch. I am filled with anxiety and begin to chew on Mamaw’s gown. She doesn’t appreciate that so I investigate inside the suitcase. I’m thinking about simply climbing in and going along with Poppy—but then what would happen to Mamaw? So many decisions to make—so little time. But of course in the end, I’m booted out of the suitcase and watch Poppy as he goes to the garage. Sad day – but Mamaw says, Mother knows best.


So, I eat and begin whining everywhere. Mamaw tries to figure out what I am talking about and finally says I am going back to bed for a while. I can’t stop whining—Mamaw can’t figure me out. Well, I’m 11 weeks old today and Poppy is gone—that’s what’s wrong!

I just continue to cry—Mamaw comforts me until I fall asleep—then back in my kennel I go. She is trying so hard to get some work done around here. Gosh, she has dusted the furniture and cleaned the stove. I don’t know what she plans to do next.

I think she plans to go out for dinner or something tonight. She has nice clothes laid out on the bed and she is fussing with her hair. I was right, she went out alright. But she didn’t make me wait too long for her. When we got home I went potty outside and we pretty much got ready for bed. I was hoping to get to SLEEP with Mamaw but that didn’t happen. I suppose she was thinking after all, Mother knows best.