June 29, 2010

My world just seems to suck right now. I don’t enjoy going outside AT ALL. The noises and fast movements have me so nervous I could pee myself! We just don’t understand what is going on but Mamaw is really having a time with it. Well after all, she’s the one that has to deal with me and she has made it very clear she doesn’t want a paranoid dog. Three times today she has put the portable fence up at the front entrance and the white plastic chair. She takes me out there and tries really hard to help me to relax—is isn’t working people! Well, finally tonight I could SIT for a while but I’m uncomfortable with that.

Mamaw got her resume taken to Fareway today and then went to the hospital to see Miss Betty. As you can guess, I didn’t get to go. I don’t think she would take me the shape I’m in now cause I’d be too hard to control around all of the humans and elevators and automatic doors and stuff. She watched Betty do some of the physical therapy and unpacked her clean clothes. And then she called tonight and said she is moving to Fountain West in West Des Moines tomorrow at lunch time. Mamaw says she will bring the clean laundry and help Lori get her transferred and settled in.

Becky called and said they have found a mass in Cully. Oh, we hate to hear that…We do know he just hasn’t felt well but was hoping against hope that it wasn’t this. Mamaw has promised to water her plants in the morning too.

Mamaw insisted we take a walk. When we first got outside I pulled and pulled trying to get back to the house but she kept pulling me and well—finally she won. It wasn’t so bad after we got past our building cause the noises of the vehicles wasn’t as loud. I like the walks but not into it right now. And I want to spend more time in the kennel—I feel safe there and I don’t have to deal with the noises. I’m worried though—Deb Boswell from Bark Busters is coming for a follow-up lesson tomorrow. Just wait until Mamaw tells her what’s up!!! Maybe I should just run away? I can’t hide under the bed—the frame sits on the floor. Mamaw doesn’t leave the closet doors open cause I get in there and ‘raise havoc’ she says. There is no place to hide. I think I’m going to bed…tomorrow is another day (and I’m not likin it already).