January 3, 2011

It’s a beautiful morning…I’ve been out 3 times to do my duty. I don’t like to “hang around” too long outside (well, unless Ozzie is out) so I usually go pee the first time; poop the second time; and OZZIE THE THIRD TIME…was it Clint Eastwood that said, “Go ahead—make my day”—that’s what Ozzie does for me.

Mamaw is doing a lot of research right now on the copyright laws and proofing materials and all kinds of neat, new things that keep her mind from goin dead. Me? I’m still hangin around on the couch watchin what’s goin on outside and protectin my family. I reckon the whole year is gonna be spent that way, don’t you?

We did go on two terrific walks today and did I make Mamaw mad? I ask again—did I make Mamaw mad? We got down to the trail where she always releases me from my leash now and we had a quiet and vigorous walk. My nose was to the ground most of the time…she kept her eyes focused ahead of us. I would get “delayed” with the smells from time to time and would have to run like crazy to catch up with her. She had informed me she wasn’t goin to wait around on me anymore so I gotta face up to that responsibility. We got to Ashworth Road and she tried to hook me to my leash and I REBELLED…did ya hear me I REBELLED! She chased, she offered a SNAP treat, she did the BAAAAA thing, she did it all and I could tell she was fearful too. That’s cause I get too close to the street and she’s afraid I might forget where I am and run out in the street. She finally turned on her heel (and I mean TURNED ON HER HEAL) and headed back the way we had come. I knew then I was in trouble with her but I ignored all of that and thought maybe she would forget it by the time we got home.

When we got home, I thought for sure I was goin in the slammer but instead she just ignored me for a long time…I mean A LONG TIME! Wouldn’t come near me, didn’t walk to me—she didn’t do nothing. She did finally hook me up and we walked around the circle here at our joint. We haven’t done that for a long time cause we usually use the trail but today she wanted to get me used to that again. I had to wear a leash this time. I didn’t see that awful dog that hates me though so that was good.

She ended up doin her thing and I just stayed out of the way but when I heard the garage door, I ran like hell to the door! Poppy is home—I get a belly rub—he’s gonna make everything all better now.  She was still mad at me when she made dinner—she ordered me out of the kitchen 3 times! I kept tryin to go there and she would point that finger at me and tell me to GO, GO, GO ON YOUR RUG! Now I’d say she meant business so I HAD to mind her.

After dinner they had a big discussion about their own stuff. Poppy told her he wasn’t supposed to work tomorrow but they want him to come in at Merle Hay. Bummer…I was hopin for a road trip. Television (more football—and Stanford won—made Poppy happy. Mamaw was tired so she shoved me in the kennel and off she went to bed ALL BY HERSELF. Hope she’s in a better mood tomorrow.