March 27, 2010

Mamaw told Poppy this morning that “I smell like a dog.” That didn’t make me very happy to say the least. She says she can’t bathe me till tomorrow though cause she’s got things to do today. Well, I guess. We see Poppy off to work and before long, she’s gone too. What in the world is she finding to do with her time that takes her away from me all of a sudden? I mean, hours later back she comes. We haven’t walked today cause she has a hip that she says is “just killing her” and it’s been rainy. She told Poppy she hopes it rains enough that the old dirty stuff gets washed away.

She wanted to start a load of clothes washing so she said I could come downstairs with her. Well, I wasn’t good and wouldn’t mind her when she told me to go upstairs. And lately I’ve been mule-headed about the bedroom too. She told me flat out that we are going back to EXILE. And she shared with Poppy this evening that she has given me a inch and I’ve taken a mile so that means a strictness she has let lapse a little. Boy, I didn’t like the sound of that!

The new chew bone finally appealed to me this evening. I’ve been so good—even Mamaw would approve. This bone has kept me busy until bedtime so she really shouldn’t complain…