March 6, 2011

It’s Sunday—what’s wrong with this picture? Mamaw is up and gussied up BEFORE WE GO OUTSIDE! She hung around with me outside till I was able to get #1 and #2 done…but she’s havin some trouble walkin and bendin—I think she’s in pain. I’m gonna watch out for her—so I didn’t pull on the leash or anything—I promise I WAS GOOD!

Back in the house I got a little attention but I’d say not so much. I smell a rat…she didn’t even go to the office and call me in there to write the blog. Somethin definitely different. She did sit and drink a cup of tea though.

Before long her cell phone starts ringin—and it was three times in a row. While she was putting her coat on she grabbed a Diet Mountain Dew from the fridge and her purse as she headed out the door. I didn’t get any sort of a goodbye out of her. I looked at Poppy with all kinds of questions and he told me she was goin to the Fonda Nursing Home with Lori and Brianne to see Alma. (She Poppy’s mom—why didn’t he go?) Poppy said, “I have to go to work today so they’re gonna go in my place.” Made sense to me… “Oh Poppy—don’t go to work and leave me alone,” I said but he informed me he has to work so I can have my good eats and wonderful haircuts and all the “special” things I get around here.

So I laid on the bed with sad eyes watchin Poppy prepare himself for work. I love that guy and I sure hope he has time to give me the wonderful belly rub—maybe two times before he leaves cause I know when he puts me in the kennel I’m there till either Mamaw or he comes to get me. It cramps my style—havin to wait on them. I’m an independent red-head and I love my freedom. Just not today so much!

I slept, I checked the clock to see what time it was, I cleaned my fur, I yawned—listen everybody—I did it all. And when Mamaw walked in the door she could hardly walk! I was so worried about her and I couldn’t get out of the kennel by myself. Oh God—somebody help me!!! She was finally able to get the door unlatched for me and didn’t even bother to put the leash on me—she just opened the door and I ran outside to go potty. She’d been gone a long, long time.

Jessie wanted to deliver her e-reader and other two chapters she was proofin for Mamaw but instead when Poppy came home she walked down to get them. She was all humped over and Poppy and me felt so bad for her…When she came back she settled in to read that huge Des Moines Register and then went to bed. No e-reader or anythin—just to bed. Night Mamaw—Poppy and me love ya so much and hope ya feel better in the morning…