March 24, 2010

You know, I don’t mean to complain but I could get pretty tired of not knowing what is going on around here. They talked about having the carpet cleaned but they didn’t tell me I had to be in my KENNEL most of the day!

I was so happy when I got up this morning—I said good morning to Mamaw and then I hunted Poppy up and told him good morning too—then I went outside. Mamaw let me hang around out there for a long time—I managed to get both ends cleaned out. Well, when we went back into the house, I couldn’t find my kennel. They can be so tricky about this stuff…

Furniture is being moved, I’m only allowed to see John Swanson (our carpet cleaner specialist) for a few minutes and then off to the basement we went—and I’m kenneled. Good grief! I hear all kinds of feet moving around and a great big machine going very, very slowly over the carpet. I can smell something too—something I’ve not smelled before. I whine a little—I want them to know I’m not happy. And if Scarlett ain’t happy—ain’t nobody happy.

In spite of the rain, we took a lovely walk. It’s hard for us today cause the carpet is now wet and we’re trying to stay off it. I just told Mamaw I’d be better off in the kennel than, “No Scarlett—no Scarlett.” We’re gonna make it through this day and like Scarlett said, “Oh well, tomorrow’s another day.”