August 5, 2010

Oh boy was she right about ‘a working day today.’ Good thing I got out this morning and took care of my business! She’s copying the funeral pictures for Miss Betty, sending an email to Deborah Blume with a couple of photos and now she blogging. I have to be PATIENT! I know I’m getting a walk later… But in the meantime, she’s so busy I grabbed onto her favorite pair of slippers and took em to the waterbed where I found them to be very tasty. Oh, oh—she figured it was too quiet in here so here she came lookin for me. She didn’t say a word to me…just grabbed those slippers and ran out of the room. Okay—I’m gonna get her little sockies and see what she does! Well, I’m in trouble now.


Lots of work at the computer today until I just bugged her so bad she got all the stuff around and we went on a nice, long walk. And when we got back, I thought we were goin in the house—FORGET THAT—she tied me outside and she worked at picking up those awful crab apples (see photo) and pulled weeds. She’s really havin a hard time over yet another death. Mamaw says she just feels like she’s losin too many people she loves. So after she was satisfied with the work she’d done she did take me in the house AND I got an ice cube!

She got around and went to the grocery store. I was naughty and wouldn’t let her put me in the kennel so she took the garbage out from under the sink and put it up. Then she closed all the doors she could and left. Yeah—just like that—SHE LEFT! Well crap, what am I supposed to do now? I’ll wait a little bit and see if she sneaks back in the house. Hummm…no—well I’ll just go to my kennel and wait for her. And when she got home, she couldn’t find me in spite of her calling out to me. I ignored her cause I’m mad at her. Then she looked in the kennel and there I was! She got the groceries in and put them away and didn’t say a word to me.

Well, I’m getting disgusted with the fact that she makes me go out and sit on the deck with that stupid gate up. That is definitely not my thing. Poppy got home and she tattled on me too! She told Poppy she wasn’t havin a thing to do with me for the rest of the night. She didn’t either—she worked at finding a job and went to bed. What could I do? I just went to my kennel with no goodnight, kiss my a** or a thing. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.

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