May 29, 2010

Mamaw’s in the shower by 6:45 a.m. this morning—I am wondering what is up with that? She comes out of the bedroom and I hear water running in the kitchen sink (she always washes her hair there—funky huh?) And then the hair dryer is going…I’m waiting for her to come get me out of bed. Oh, and when she does she looks good enough to eat! Smells good too! We’re goin someplace, I can tell!

Poppy is doing his thing at the computer and Mamaw is loading my bag. We gotta get outside, of course, but I’m so excited it is hard to think about going potty. I better though or I’ll never get ANYWHERE with her—she’s tough! Okay, bag is packed, and she’s talking to Poppy—looks like we are leaving much earlier than he has to go to work. Now—you talk about that being unusual…

We’re takin Mamaw’s car and turning onto I235. I think we are headed downtown—I’ve only been there a few times but never out of the car. She talks to me all the way and then is pretty quiet—she’s looking for a parking place. Perfect—we don’t have very far to walk Scarlett. We get out of the car and head toward a HUGE area where there are all kinds of tents…Not Indians—not Haiti—not campin out—just what is this? Mamaw says, “Miss Scarlett, this is your very first time at the Downtown Farmers Market.” You gotta behave cause there are thousands of people here (how can she count them—they are heel to heel with each other. We walk on the sidewalk first; now that’s okay. Then she decides we need to walk in among all those folks heel-to-heel (I’m not digging this). People are moving in one direction coming and another direction going and we’re in the middle with people and their dogs. I got to see lots of sizes, shapes and descriptions and I was good.

I turned lots of heads and got lots of compliments. And of course, Mamaw was burstin her buttons on her red, white and blue shirt with the buttons all over it, when they said how well-behaved I am. We should have a tape recorder to record all of that stuff! I could play it back for Mamaw when she thinks I’m not behaving so well.

I pooped, she cleaned up. I sat, she gave me water out of the squeeze bottle. People obviously haven’t seen THAT before, cause they were in awe over that. They couldn’t believe she had taught me to do that—and almost with no mess…

I’m so tired—I look up at Mamaw and try to beg her with my eyes—can we go home now? She heard my silent plea and we headed to the car. It wasn’t even hard for us to get out of Downtown and soon we are on our way home. Home really is where the heart is. I was happy! I plan to just flop and rest—even take naps if I want to. This was hard for me—there was so much stimulation it exhausted me. After all, “I’m just a little country Cocker Spaniel, tryin to get along.”

Mamaw and Poppy went out after supper for a little while and I didn’t even mind—I’m still tired. When they got home I was ready to play though. I went back with Mamaw on that wonderful waterbed and entertained her till she laughed so long and hard that she said her sides hurt. Okay, Miss Scarlett—let’s get you to bed for the night.