July 14, 2010

Well folks—if today ain’t another shitty day! I tell ya, my butt is getting pretty darned sore from all of this stuff. And now Mamaw and Poppy don’t believe it was a few bites of pork chop that got to me. They are kinda thinking I might a got too worked up at the kennel—you know; missin em like crazy, worryin about if and when they would come back, bein stuck in there with ‘barkers’ and ‘gassy furry friends’—the whole works.

So today it’s been more carpet cleaning and washing stuff they’ve had to use to clean up my mess. Finally, we went outside and just stayed a long time. No walks—afraid I’d just cut loose (that a pun) and we wouldn’t be able to pick it up. Oh yeah—watery stuff. I am just so embarrassed I can’t go facing 50th Street; just too many cars. Mamaw and Poppy have to take me to Cully’s yard so I can kinda hide myself from the public. It is demoralizing I tell you—demoralizing! And the bad thing is I can’t stop myself—it comes WHEN it comes.

I got more Kaopectate shoved down my throat—and later in the afternoon, I got a “gas pill.” Mamaw is doin all she can for me and it just ain’t workin I tell ya—it just ain’t workin! And I’m just exhausted—I can’t sit or lay anywhere without worryin about a blow-out. I wish someone could help me…