November 22, 2009

I don’t even want to talk about what took place IN EXILE for me today! It is Sunday—I’m still here! My God—I must have really upset Mamaw and Poppy to be here for two days! I can’t do anything but lay in this kennel until somebody comes to walk me. A very nice young lady did come—twice—both morning and evening but it isn’t the same as when Mamaw and Poppy walk me. We talk along the way and Mamaw keeps saying, “Good girl—good girl.” There is very little talking done here. I want to go home—please God—I want to go home!