January 24, 2010

I woke up with an attitude this morning. I’m not quite sure but I think it might be that Mamaw kinda babied me through this surgery and I’m thinking maybe I should be the boss. She’d better go back and read Mother Knows Best. Think she’s as frustrated as I am! It’s gonna be a rough day.

They fixed breakfast for themselves and shoved me in the kennel so I wouldn’t jump up. God I hate that! Can’t they just share a bite with me? The dog books say not to do that, but can’t they just ignore that for once? I guess not.

Poppy is off to work and Mamaw has decided I need to walk, walk, walk to get rid of some of this attitude. I just want to bite and snarl at everybody and I know that’s not good but the devil makes me do it. Mamaw, please get a grip on this so I won’t feel this way!

Well, believe me, we walked all right. Three different times—around and around. I was super aggressive the first trip but then I simmered down a little. I’ll admit, I did have to have a nap when it was all said and done.

She’s frustrated also about the cruise. Things aren’t coming together as she and Sue thought it would so there’s lots of time spent on the phone. I hope she can get this straightened out so they can go and have a good time.

The ball games—I got no attention during those. Mamaw and Poppy was very happy the Colts won and they wanted the Vikings to win too, but Bret Farve gave the game away in the last few seconds with a boo-boo. So that means the Colts will play against the Saints for the super bowl.