July 13, 2010

This morning sure started out with a BANG! Mamaw opened the door to my kennel and said, “Oh my God—Poppy I’m going to need your help!” I was standin up in there and there was poop EVERYWHERE—WHAT A DREADFUL MESS…

She moved so fast I almost couldn’t keep up with her. She took me outside where we spent lots and lots of time—I was just a mess. My whole backside was a total disaster. Poppy helped hold me outside while Mamaw got towels and stuff in the bathtub. Then I am ushered in (and was I ever embarrassed) to the bathroom where she proceeded with the shower. She pulled it down and sprayed and sprayed me—thought I was clean too. She wrapped me in a towel and Poppy helped get me downstairs and out the big doors to dry. Well, if that’s as bad as it gets I think we’ll be alright. Poppy took the kennel apart so they could use the hose on that. They put it on the big rock to dry and God forbid what the cars’ going by was thinking. It is just demoralizing I tell you—demoralizing. He gets that back together and Mamaw starts the washing machine to clean the pad. Then she had to clean the carpet where I just couldn’t hold it anymore. Awful, just awful…

I’m outside (not as happy as I’d like to be about it) and they can still smell the poop. The decision is made that I will have a full bath with doggie shampoo! It’s time to divvy up the work so it all gets done. Poppy agreed to take Miss Betty’s clothes to her and go grocery shopping. Mamaw is crying, crying, crying about things and I just want to love her but know with the poop on me I better not.

Back to the bathtub, with the shampoo, and go through it all again. I think we are both pretty tired but its gotta be done. Down the stairs and out the door we go again—Mamaw thought we’d let the wind and the sun dry me. We both get a little antsy waitin—my ears are long and HEAVY and take a long time to dry. She reads a while—I’m not dry. She moves my “walk about” cable to the front and she starts the weeding and trimming. By the time she got all of that done I was lookin pretty good so she FINALLY let me in the house. I suppose she was worried about me poopin all over again! Mamaw and Poppy did force some Kaopectate down my throat in an effort to help the situation. (The finally figured out that Poppy had dropped a piece of pork chop on the floor and I had it before he could retrieve it—then I liked it so much Mamaw gave me 3-4 more bites.) So we’re thinking that’s what happened. People listen to me: no matter how hard we beg you for people food “just say no.” It’s not good for us—see what happened to me?

The rest of the day just blew by. Ya just get exhausted from all of that stuff so we refused to do another thing. In the evening Mamaw picked up the towel she had put down on the carpet she had to clean and it was almost dry. She told Poppy not to step on it; she’d vacuum it in the morning.

They had a nice dinner—notice I said THEY? I didn’t get a drop of food. The table was cleaned up and I didn’t find any scraps in the kitchen. Probably a good idea…