November 10, 2009

Mamaw had to wake me at 7:00 this morning. She thought she heard Ron up and decided we’d better get up too. Of course we did the usual potty thing and then I started un-tying Ron’s shoes. He has three dogs himself and I could smell them—ummmmm. Mamaw tried to get me to behave but the devil just made those shoes too darned exciting! I had to go to my kennel—I behaved in there. Mamaw always says, “No whining.” Out I come—back to the shoes—back to the kennel. Oh my God, what a day this could be! Mamaw decided I needed my first walk of the day so off we went. When we got back Poppy and Ron were just driving out of the driveway to go see their Mom in Fonda.

Our second walk we got half way down the circle and the same man we’ve been seeing working on one of the town homes was using an electric saw. Scared the hell out of me. In self defense, he stopped sawing and waited for us to get past a ways before he finished the job. These loud noises are still a concern to me. I hope that will go away as I become more familiar with them. Although Mamaw and Poppy have talked about the fact that we live on such a busy street—I should be getting used to it. Yet, it always upsets me some. I don’t like to go out to potty when those loud noises come by.

I’ve been a SHE DEVIL all day—that’s my story and I’m sticking to it! Mamaw has tried putting my Kong in the freezer so when I chewed on it, it would relieve my gums. She tried to take my mind off things—that didn’t work. She finally became so frustrated I spent my afternoon in the kennel.

At 5:00 we went for our third walk. It was beginning to get dark so we didn’t tarry. I’m pretty proud of myself and I keep hearing, “good girl,” “come,” “that’s good,” “alright,” and “way to go.” I’m learning…

Yet there are still problems. Mamaw told Ron last night that I’ve never met a shoestring, newspaper, ankle or Kleenex I didn’t love—I am now 3 ½ months old and I just can’t shake it.