February 9, 2011

Hummm…another cold day—no outside play today. It’s so cold I have to pick up first one paw and then the next to even get my “business” done. I hate this…Mamaw wishes we lived in a warmer winter climate and so do I. Poppy is content where he is—at least for now. That guy just works and works and works while we don’t get long walks or workin in the yard or sittin on the deck—NOTHIN! I hope spring does come early—Mamaw and Me might be crazy if it doesn’t.

But Poppy is off to help people see better so we had to pack his lunch. She dropped a couple Corn Chips and I liked that. But it’s a long, long day without that guy even though he’s so good about my belly rubs.

Mamaw said she wanted to work real hard on her novel cause she doesn’t want to feel “hemmed in” when the weather gets nice enough for us to be out. It was click, click, click most of the day. And sometimes she has to get out these big notebooks—I asked her why. She said, “I can’t remember EVERYTHING in detail so I have to go back and do some research.” That made sense.

She has taken some time to play “tug” with me and love me up too. However, she got a little nasty this morning when she wanted to make the bed and I didn’t want to move…

She is really going overboard on this “I’ll show Miss Scarlett I mean business” stuff cause she shoved my butt in the kennel again when she went to get Mr. Ozzie. He came in and couldn’t find me again (ya know Ozzie IS OLD and I don’t think he sees so good anymore.) But Mamaw let me out right away so we had our kisses and snuggles—then he left me—JUST LIKE THAT—and went back to the bedroom for his nap. I felt a little rejection over that but she told me to just relax…

Ozzie doesn’t want to stay as long today but Mamaw doesn’t want him at his house alone so she tries real hard to entertain him when he gets antsy. And he just keeps nudging her hand to pet him—he loves the way she takes care of him. By 2:50 p.m. it was time for our SNAPS—he got 4—I got 2, his brushing and off we went to take him home.

Mamaw fixed grilled tenderloins and Shortbread stuffing for dinner. Poppy said it was very, very good. I wouldn’t know of course. She’s still workin on starving me—I told him that’s what she’s tryin to do but he wouldn’t listen to me. I think he’s the culprit that put her up to this damned diet!

I console myself with the waterbed, Mamaw and that damned e-reader—not much else I can do.