July 15, 2010

Oh no, not again! This has got to stop—my poop is so loose Mamaw has to take me to the woods cause she can’t pick it up. She doesn’t like that either—says we need to do something about that. So back in the house, wiping my butt, she says to Poppy, “I think we should call Miss Jessica and see if we can get something to help our baby.” He agreed…she called and they said to come right away—they would have it ready for me. I am so thankful—how much can one canine handle anyway? We got the pills down me right away…I’m goin to try to lay down for a bit—I am so tired.

Before long, it’s out we go again. This time I heard this noise come from my rear end and jumped, “What in the world is that”? And it happened again—Mamaw let’s go back to the house. She told our Poppy that now it is all GAS! Can you believe it? I don’t have anything left to give but GAS!!! Come on medication!!!!!

Okay—I’m gonna lay beside Poppy while Mamaw goes to see Miss Betty and get her dirty clothes to wash. It’s quiet—except for that British Open golf tournament. It’s okay—Poppy enjoys and I need a cuddle. Mamaw comes back and Poppy heads out the door to go hit some balls and if he can “get a game” he will play. Well, that didn’t last long and he was back home.

Mamaw insisted on workin all day. She’s havin a jewelry party on Sunday and since I’ve made so many messes, she’s behind in her housekeeping. Relax Mamaw—who really cares? And I rest and rest and rest—it’s been a long three days folks!

Ummmm—and I smell sweet corn. Mamaw is fixin it so she has some to take to Miss Betty. Bet she will like that and besides Mamaw says Betty has been giving her canned sweet corn for years so it’s her turn to treat! Last week it was that wonderful piece of Red Cake Cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. And Miss Betty says she’s got to quit all this cause she is gainin weight.

I smell the sweet corn again at dinner time. Oh my God, and Poppy is grilling filet mignon to go with it! Hope I get just a taste…no way no how! Alright, I’ll just go eat some of my own food then…and lay on the bed with Mamaw to watch TV (thank God the pooping is better) and then she will carry me to bed later. A decent day after all—thanks Miss Jessica for the medicine…