March 5, 2011

Been thinkin all day bout whether I want to share some stuff with ya but Poppy said I might as well just say it! Mamaw laid down some NEW COMMANDMENTS for me to follow:
1. Thou shalt not chew on Poppy’s favorite quilt;
2. Thou shalt not steal Kleenex from the garbage containers;
3. Thou shalt not steal Mamaw’s underwear from the dirty clothes basket;
4. Thou shalt not steal Poppy’s handkerchiefs from his dirty clothes basket;
5. Thou shalt not steal Poppy’s underwear from his dirty clothes basket;
6. Thou shalt not try to be the ‘boss of the house’’
7. Thou shalt not ‘nip’ at Mamaw or Poppy FOR ANY REASON;
8. Thou shalt not be ungrateful;
9. Thou shalt not complain;
10. Thou shalt not chew on my “jewelry.”

I’d better explain about my jewelry—Mamaw says I’m beautiful with it on; I want to chew on it. I had my haircut the other day don’t ya know and I look so beautiful now! And just the day of my haircut (she calls it groomin); she read in the Des Moines Register about two dogs that had been lost. Well, she’s been very lax about my tags so the next day after my haircut, she put my leather collar on with my name and address on it. Then she got all my tags and Poppy put them on my collar too—just in case I’d get lost or anything.

And then Mamaw (dressed up in all her jewelry) went off to meet a friend and go antique shopping. She was gone a long, long time and came home very happy. I’m not gonna be mad at her though cause I’m tryin to work my way back into her good graces so I can go back on the waterbed with her again.

She took some proofreading down to Jessie’s house this evening and when she came back I could smell Pepper on her pant legs. She didn’t even bother to invite me to go along. When she wants to be all business—well, come hell or high water—she’s all BUSINESS! She also took her e-reader down so Steve could play with it and see if he wants to buy one too. I can’t believe she would part with it for a whole night—wonder if she’ll have withdrawal…Mamaw—think you can handle this? Well, you go all night without your damned book and then you’ll know just how I feel without my time on the waterbed with you. I say what goes around…comes around.

Poppy came home and I got a excellent belly rub. My legs just danced and I stayed right where I was until he was finished. I just live for those moments…it’s never long enough. And since Mamaw doesn’t allow me in the bedroom with her at night anymore, I curl up with him. Sometimes I stretch out the long way from his crotch to his thighs—it’s a great feeling. Other times I snuggle just as close as I can BESIDE him. If I’m not close enough I just wiggle further over till every single part of my body is touchin him. I love that guy…best belly rubs in the whole world.

It didn’t matter that she left her e-reader with the neighbor—I had to bed down in my own kennel for the night! Lord, that Mamaw is a tough disciplinarian…just how does Poppy take it?