July 20, 2010

Mamaw woke up at 7:00 this morning cause she asked Poppy to wake her. At first she didn’t want to get up. Oh, oh—still shitty around here. She told Poppy she didn’t think she could make it to the doctor by herself without havin an accident. Oh no God—just tell her not to go.

But Poppy said, “Babe, I think that’s why you have to go. She laid there and thought about it a bit and climbed out of bed. Yep, I hear the groanin and prayin to die and knew she is just too tired to care. But she got into the shower right away and put on clean clothes so—ya think?

I was good and let Poppy take me out again this morning. He’s been doin heavy duty Scarlett work since she’s been sick. And I’m tryin to be gentle with her but I’m really sick and tired of no playin. I haven’t heard one of the “special voices” of any of my toys for a week now. I miss that!

At least today Mamaw went through my tricks with me and I tried to really, really do them the bestest ever so she’d feel better. No such luck! Poppy has to go to the big meeting they got planned with Miss Betty so before he left he said, “Sweetheart, if I didn’t have to go to this meeting and then straight to work, I’d be delighted to take you to the doctor.” She just nodded her head. So he’s out the door and Mamaw is groanin tryin to get her hair washed. I can see it is a real big deal to her—she poops out so fast. And yes, poops a lot yet! I have to go to the kennel again…but not for long. Mamaw was back in nearly no time and called Poppy as she had promised she would. She asked him if he would pick up her medication and bring it home if he got a break in his day. Oh, and she lost 6 lbs. this month—wonder how much of that was you-know-what.

She’s miserable—in bed; up, reclined; laying on the couch—you name it she’s tried it all. I’m bein “special” and just goin where she goes cause I know Poppy wants me to keep an eye on her today and make sure she’s okay. Wonder if I needed to if I could dial 911; might talk to her about that when she feels better.

Poppy slipped home with medication and had to wake Mamaw up. I barked but that didn’t faze her. Poppy gently rocked her back and forth and when she finally opened her eyes she said, “Oh, it’s so good to see you.” What’s up with that?

And so the rest of the day is spent just trying to feel better. She ate some dry toast, and drank her Mountain Dew (now, it caffeine free, diet) and just tried to stay upright. She did manage to take me for a walk around the circle and believe me—I’ve missed my exercise these last few days. Remember now—first it was me and now her so we’ve been out to pasture for a week and a half now.

Come on Mamaw—time to get well.