OMG—AM I IN TROUBLE! I thought for sure Mamaw had forgotten bout that time I went off chasin the deer—guess not! Dallas came to the basement sliding glass doors and I sneaked out afore she managed to hook me up. I love that too—all of that freedom to just go do as I please. And while I got long ears; when I getta chance to be free, I just shut those ears off! Need I say more?
Dallas
did his thing—whatever that was. I did too, all the time I was free. I got my
nose down to the grindstone and enjoyed every single one of those smells. I
coulda cared less that Mamaw was tryin to come and get me. I just darted here
and there and confused the hell outta her. It got dark too, and she didn’t have
a light. After all, I was just supposed to go out in our backyard and play with
Dallas for 5 minutes or so, pee and come right back to the house.
Well…since
I didn’t do that I’m in the slammer! She came back to the house and tattled to
my Poppy and along they both come, him carrying a flashlight and Mamaw with our
little bittie broom she gets after me with sometimes. I knew then it was “curtains
for me.”
I was comin their way and I saw the broom. Oh crap—she is royally pi**ed. I tried
to just saunter up to them but Mamaw had that loud, harsh voice and she said, “Scarlett,
go home.” Poppy’s voice was louder than it usually is and he said, “Scarlett,
go home.” I went home alright—but didn’t get anywhere near them for fear I was
gonna get hit with that damned broom.
Lickity
split I got to the door—AND IT WAS
CLOSED. Ya know what that means don’t ya? I probably got to come in contact
with one of em. Poppy opened the door for me (and that’s probably a good thing
cause Mamaw had already chased me a long time) and I slipped in, up the steps
and into the living room. Well, what else could I do, she’s yellin “In the
living room”! At that point, I knew better than to argue with her.
She
came up and tole me “to stay” on the couch. I could tell she was furious with
me. I just layed right there and tried to look as small as I could. She headed
back down to her office where she wouldn’t have to look at me.
Poppy
got my kennel from the basement and made me get in it! I knew it would be for
all night; then I was kinda sorry I’d made Mamaw work so hard.
She
had just done an afternoon of water therapy and I would have to be an idiot not
to know she was feeling it.
If
somebody out there has the guts to stand up against Mamaw, would you call the
Animal Rescue League and see if they will come to my rescue?
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