Mamaw Here

Mamaw Here

Soo another day with Tasha (really, thank goodness), but since she has decided she is in control, we have a few issues. Sunday, the day for taking all recycle and trash to the end of the lane on the way to compline at our church ( not Tasha, Bill and me), so I gather everything, put it neatly by the front door, we go to the computer to check all the interesting blogs, and when it is time to depart we get to the front door to find that Tasha is enjoying a whole bag full of chicken bones, which are spread over the living room, dining room and foyer. OK, partly my fault because she really is a DOG, who feels deprived because of having to go on RX food and treats because of renal disease, and she knows that I lose sight of that fact, treating her like a person, after all, she does talk to me? Back from church, put her on the leash cause she disappears into the dark at night because she is black, and all she does is drag me over the "back forty", all the while freezing my butt off, but I let her get away with it because I KNOW she needs to "go". OK, enough of that! We go to bed, I go to sleep, middle of the night. tail wagging against the side of my bed , waking me, saying, "I have to go out". Ha, I say, "you had your chance, now go back to your bed and I'll let you out in the morning." Today is Monday and I went to an unused bedroom, only when guests use it, so once again she got me. Poop all over the place!! What can one do except clean it up--thank goodness it wasn't too hard to clean up because it was hard!! Don't know what to expect tomorrow because we sniffed out the back "40" again tonight and all she did was sniff out where the afore-mentioned 12 or so cats leave their scent. I'll complain about not having her when she's gone!