February 15, 2011

The roses are sure pretty! Mamaw walks by and smells and smells and then she can’t understand why I want to spend time outside with my “smeller.” Okay, so it’s muddy out there in spots…I can’t help that! Tell Mother Nature to give us a break will ya?

With all this meltin goin on, I don’t get to walk with Mr. Ozzie. Too many paws to wipe at once. So I go for my walk around the trail and come back to the house where I gotta sit on a rug and be wiped down—and I mean wiped down! From head to foot literally—but it’s my undercarriage she’s wiping. Then she leaves me to go get Ozzie and walks him and then she doesn’t bring him in the house? If I want a glimpse of him I gotta go to the big kitchen windows and pine for him. When he’s done his duty he has to go back to his house and she makes him sit on the rug and wipes his paws too. Now Ozzie is a big boy and so his undercarriage doesn’t get in a awful mess like mine does. Go figure! We repeat this two times a day…Mamaw says it’s beginning to interfere in HER LIFE.

She wrote Miss Becky a note and asked her to find somebody else to help with Ozzie cause she’s rarin’ up to go for her walks. And they are long walks too! I won’t go and Mr. Ozzie is too old to walk four miles a day so…

I woke up at 2:00 a.m. this morning and Mamaw was pickin me up off the waterbed to take me to my own bed. Wish I coulda stayed…