March 4, 2011

I feel a little chilly with my spring haircut. The weather was so nice and then it got down-right cold! Course I don’t let that interfere with my gettin to see Ozzie or stickin my nose in the ground to gather the smells. I think it should be a law that puppy dogs have to be allowed to smell all that stuff for at least an hour a day—I’d settle for half an hour mornin—and half an hour afternoon.

Mamaw is bein real quiet around here—Poppy is restin. She doesn’t make a lot of noise so she doesn’t disturb him so she spent time doin “nutin honey.” I rested with him—that haircut just wore me out. Do ya know it takes Miss LeAnn four hours to do me? And I gotta stand a long time…

Early evening before dark I saw Ozzie and Miss Becky out. We were already out—way down near the end of the town homes and when I saw him I DRAGGED HER ALONG—I couldn’t get there fast enough. They both let us off leash and did we ever have a wonderful time. I’d chase him and then he’d turn around and chase me. Guess we do have spring fever after all. They were real good to us and let us  play for quite a while. And when we got back to the house—I WAS TIRED!

Poppy suggested tuna and noodle casserole for dinner so that’s what they had. I have been noticin with my throwin up that they aren’t givin me one single taste of anything. I tried to tell her it isn't the “goodies” it’s those darn, huge Omega-6 tablets for my itchin. She won’t listen. I think Poppy gave her a little talking to about that but I’m keeping my mouth shut. 

The waterbed was out of the question again—I’m afraid that honeymoon is over forever. She’s fallen in love with that damned e-reader and found she can live without me. Oh, oh! Mamaw heard me say that and she shouted out to me, “That’s not true at all Miss Scarlett. You were naughty to Mamaw and Poppy the other night when it was time for you to go TO YOUR OWN BED so we’ve decided no more evening bed-time-with-Mamaw any more.” Bummer…see what I have to put up with