August 28, 2010

Mamaw is startin to get antsy again…it happens every now and then. Poppy and I can’t figure out if it’s that she sort of wants to be working where she can see people or if she’s got personal issues. We just wait for her to “get it together again.”

And in the meantime we take our walks. My nose has been ‘on point’ now for two days and I just can’t get enough of those familiar smells. Ozzie hasn’t been out long enough for me to even SEE him. I miss him too! I drag Mamaw down our hill where I can get behind the houses where he spends some time. I even go nosin around his house but nobody brings him out.

Becky was bringin him home from the vet the other day and got his foot caught in the door. There was blood everywhere and she had to take him right back. He came home with a big white bandage wrap on his back paw and I could tell he was not a happy camper—haven’t seen him since. Course with Cully bein so sick and Becky trying to make sure stuff is getting done and still workin her full time job, things have changed. Mamaw and Poppy have talked about that too.

I wish Mamaw would ask Becky if Ozzie could come out on a long leash like mine so we could play. I know they’re tryin not to bother em next door cause they don’t want to intrude but I think I’m gonna ask her once again if we could ask.

And the apples were just awful again today. She picked em up first thing this morning and then the wind came up and in the middle of the afternoon it was just horrible—she’s out there again. Then she gets the hose out and tries to make the sidewalk look better. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with Mamaw—maybe, just maybe, she’s sick and tired of pickin them damned apples up all the time! I sat on the deck and watched her and then she gave me a good brush again—she says it makes me beautiful.

The evening was quiet and uneventful—what can I say. These people are old!