June 3, 2010

I woke up this morning and my tummy felt queasy. Oh boy—what happened? It was such a great day yesterday just ridin in the car with the humans I love and now…BAM!

Mamaw has lots of work to get done. She’s bringin the chairs into the living room and the throw rugs—makin a mess I call it. She says, “Miss Scarlett, you have to make a mess to make it better.” Go figure…Aw—she’s gonna get on her hands and knees and mop the kitchen floor really good today. I’m gonna be a problem though, cause I gotta throw up. She jumps up and grabs a towel and gets to me a little late so she has my mess to clean up too. I’m sorry Mamaw—forgive me? Well, I’m gonna have to ask for forgiveness lots of times today, cause I just keep getting sick. She’s havin a terrible time tryin to get the floor finished. I feel so horrible I’m goin in my kennel and try to stay out of the way. I’m smart though, when I feel that comin on, I run out and try to make it to the towel Mamaw has for me. She’s so good!

She’s gonna try to dust the kitchen table and chairs while I’m busy bein sick. Oh God—I hate this! I don’t want to go outside—I don’t want to walk—I don’t want to do anything—just leave me alone. Mamaw leaves my kennel door open all day and I will just come and go as I feel I can.

Finally at 2:30 p.m. she gave me a pill and it did help my tummy. FINALLY, I think I’m done throwing up. I’d like to play but Mamaw has worked so hard she really is tired—and I suspect upset so I’m gonna be easy on her for the rest of the day. Tomorrow we’ll see if things are any better…