December 30, 2009

I am 5 months old today and Mamaw has decided to LOWER THE BOOM! Every time I do something they don’t like she says, “Bad dog.” That is supposed to tell me to cut it out. If I do it again, I’m in LOCK-UP. I’m not sure how I’m going to like this…

It was much nicer when I pretty much got to do what I wanted with some exceptions. I could live with that and brag that I think I’ve done a good job at it. But now she wants to knit-pick over what I think is little stuff: running away with Poppy’s sock, Mamaw’s underwear, playing too rough and jumping up at the table wanting people food.

There are a few snow flakes in the air today—it’s slick outside. But the fresh snow is really delicious tasting and Mamaw makes sure I’m not eating any of the yellow stuff or what she calls “used snow.”

Poppy is off to work today. I’m glad I was HIS GIRL yesterday cause I don’t get a lot of time to spend with him. He comes home from work and he is tired—I want to play. Not a good combination cause he gets disgusted with me and I’m in jail again!

Mamaw was on the phone for a long time today. Oh, oh—she called and vet and made an appointment for me to have an operation next Monday. Am I sick? Do I need an operation? Hummm…

She had to call Mediacom too. Their messages keep coming in doubled up—she and Poppy have talked a lot about that. She said she would stay on the phone all day today if that’s what it took to get it fixed. She got a little hot under the collar when he told her what needed to be done. I’m going to take a nap and hope she gets over her madness.

Mamaw had to get a letter to the mailbox before the mailman comes. She had put the blue Recycle bin out this morning also. Well, we went out the garage door and I saw the blue thing and refused to move any closer. It must have been a hoot, cause Mamaw kept dragging me saying, “Come on, come on.” Finally she convinced me I could trust her and we put the envelope in the mailbox AND picked up the blue container. I don’t know why I got spooked like that—it just happens sometimes. And I REFUSE to go on a walk today; so there.

Okay, she starts the car to warm up. I’m thinkin, “Okay, she’s leaving again.” But this time it was different. She carried me to the car and put me in the front passenger side on a nice warm towel and asked me to sit. Alright—a ride in the car! I was shaking like a leaf for a while though, cause I though she was going to take me to “those places” I don’t like to go to. Instead she went to get gas and a newspaper while I sat in the car and waited for her. I didn’t mess with a thing! When she came back, I was still sitting up in the car. She told me to lie down cause she is taking me for a ride…we had so much fun—and I was good.

I jump up on the couch at will now. Mamaw has put a towel on “my side” of the couch so when I come in and I’m a little damp, I’m supposed to sit or lay on that. Even though she wipes my feet my “snow play” gets all over me.  Love it!