Mamaw had a bad night last night—got up early and took Tylenol and went back to bed. When she woke up the television was all about 911. I wasn’t here then of course, so I asked her about it. She said it was a terrible day in the history of the US. Terrorists flew airplanes into the Twin Towers in New York City and 3,000 people died as a result.
Poppy had to work and it’s really too bad—today would have been a PERFECT DAY for our trip downtown to see the sculpture. So, Mamaw is typing the blog as I dictate it this morning. She listens so good to me. We got em both done and then she wanted to look at her email. I told her that was fine, I wanted to look out the living room window and see what was goin on.
There’s not a lot of traffic with the elementary school closed this year. I miss the old guy and I know Mamaw does too. It just isn’t as much fun as it used to be. My little boy friend? You know the cute one? He and his family moved this summer so I’ve not seen him at all. Miss him too—great little guy.
Mamaw is getting stuff ready to put in the car. She’s filling my water bottle. Aw—now she is putting it in MY BAG! I think maybe a ride? I wait until she gets everything in the car but my bag, her purse and me. Then she hooks me up to my leash and asks if I want a ride. Out the door we go and into the front seat next to her. She climbs in and off we go—to Ankeny. She turns onto I-235 and we go a long way. Both front windows are down just a little and I hear BIG NOISES. Nice ride…then she gets out of the car and locks me in by myself! Oh Mamaw—you aren’t leavin me are ya???? HUH??? She wasn’t gone more than 5 minutes and she was back, started the car, hooked her seat belt and off we went again. She drove over to the PetSmart there and took me in there. Not a good idea. It’s adoption day—ALL DAY and the place is crawling with humans and dogs. I can’t move but somebody is in my way. Mamaw decided that was just too much stimulation so she grabbed my food, paid for it and out the door we went.
I was glad to get back in the car. I’m feeling a little insecure but I waited until she was back on I-35 and then I snuck over and laid my head on her right leg. I just need a little touch Mamaw. She brought me in the house and put me in the kennel and off she went. Well—what’s the deal?
When she came back she had bags and bags of groceries. She got busy putting stuff away and then she let me out. I woulda helped her but she didn’t let me. That’s okay—I guess she knows what she’s doin. Then she sat down and read the paper…
By then she wanted a walk—and wanted me to walk too. Well, since I’ve been “spooked” in a big way I really don’t want to go. But today, Mamaw put my leash on and took me outside through the basement sliding glass doors. We didn’t go up on the sidewalk either—she kept me down in the grass around those huge rocks where Ozzie and I like to meet up. I did my “poops” and felt a lot better too. And then we both walked. After we rounded the corner on the trail, she took my leash off again. I really like that! She trusted me that way for about 10 minutes and she kept telling me how proud she was of me. My buttons could of popped! When it was time to put the leash back on I gave her a good run for her money but she finally grabbed me so I knew then I was busted.
Good day…good dinner (I got a bite or two)…good evening. Gonna say goodnight now.
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