December 27, 2010

We’re lookin at doin nuttin honey today! Mamaw has already warned me that she wants to write all day and try to make contacts with people who share her love of writing. So you might say that unless I kick up a “fuss,” I’m on my own today!

Poppy of course is goin to the salt mine and we did fix his lunch. I always go help her with that cause somehow or other she always drops 2 Corn Chips on the floor. I just get right busy and latch on to em before she can retrieve em!

Ozzie was out today and I WANTED OUT TO SEE HIM. I was so hipper she refused to let me out until I would agree to wear my leash. Now—what’s that all about anyway? Haven’t I proven to her that I can be trusted off leash by now? I didn’t argue with her BEFORE we went out cause she might get mad at me and make me stay in the house. I’ll discuss that subject with her after…

Ozzie, my love—what a treasure he is in my life. We just adore each other and can’t seem to get enough of each other! Today was special…lots of foreplay but who was watching, right? And then Mamaw invited them in our house so Becky could see how Ozzie loves comin to visit me. He goes straight to the kitchen and waits for his treats. She gives him 4 (it’s always the same—4) and I get 2 cause she says he’s more than half again as big as me! After the “Snaps” he goes to my toys and begins to drag them out of my basket—one by one—and brings them to me. There is one thing he isn’t allowed to have though—AND THAT IS THE RAWHIDE CHEW BONES…so Mamaw has to retrieve them from him. He’s real good about “giving it up though.” And then he and Miss Becky leave us…It was wonderful Ozzie; will I see ya tomorrow? Oh my Lord—NO? It’s goin to be surgery day for ya? What’s wrong now? You feelin okay Ozzie? Mamaw says he’s got a lump on his lip and has to go to the vet pretty early tomorrow morning for surgery. I suppose that means I won’t run across him first thing in the morning then…

Mamaw and I pulled all my toys out of the basket today and played with EACH ONE…I still love em all. And then she wanted to putt the golf ball and have me bring it back to her each time—I wasn’t interested in that today—I’m concerned about my Ozzie…

She and Poppy could tell I was “down in the dumps” so she let me come back to bed with her. She read and read and read that darned e-reader till I was half crazy but FINALLY it was my turn! She fell asleep and so did I—it wasn’t till Poppy came to bed that I went to my kennel cause it was my very own Poppy who carried me to bed. Night Poppy…love you.