November 4, 2010

The house is busy today! Poppy runnin errands and Mamaw tryin to get stuff done for our trip. More laundry—how does she do that?

She had to run to Hancock Fabrics to find buttons for Poppy’s REALLY HEAVY COAT to wear to the Notre Dame game. I asked her what I was gonna wear to stay warm and she told me I don’t get to go. Well, and what else is new???

No Ozzie today. I can tell ya I’m relieved. He just came into our house and took Mamaw away from me. He is demanding, wanting her to pet him all the time or give him my SNAP treats. So it’s gonna be good to get back to normal and just lie around watchin her do her work.

And work she did! She borrowed a special blade from Jessie and took the Branstad signs down. Then she put on these yellow and black gloves and walked out the door holdin a screwdriver. Good God—I have no idea what she was gonna do with that! Well, she got some new landscape rocks this summer and there must have been a fungus or something in the bag cause we grew the ugliest stuff that looked like opened up roses. When she dug it out, the underneath side looked like paper Mache. She didn’t touch it—tied it up and put it in the garage to be picked up tomorrow. And then she took the gloves down to the washer and washed them. I asked her what all the hub-bub was about and she said, “We don’t know what that is and we don’t want to take a chance on getting it growing someplace else,” she said as she washed her hands.

Poppy took off around 11:00 today—Mamaw wasn’t very happy with him. She had some “honey dos” she wanted done so she had to do them herself. She’s getting kind of grouchy again—it’s colder and she isn’t getting her long walks in.

Poppy called and said not to plan on him for dinner so we did our own thing. Then I begged to go back on the waterbed and just roll around and then relax and watch television. I love that commercial where the dog is worryin about his bone and where to hide it and the song in the background is “Worry.” I just can’t take my eyes off that one—did ya hear me? I can’t take my eyes off that one.

We fell asleep and then Poppy came home and woke us up. Mamaw was just too tired to talk so I went out on the couch with MY POPPY. And guess what? I woke up at 3:00 AM and I was FREE. What should I do? “Poppy, Poppy I cried,” but he didn’t hear me. I went to the bedroom door and scratched lightly—nothing. I scratched a little harder—nothing. Finally, I gave the scratch all I had to give and she came to the door. Thank God! “Mamaw, what am I gonna do, go to bed with you,” I asked. Guess we both know better than that! She hugged and kiss, kiss and kiss and I find myself in my kennel. Alright I guess—night Mamaw.