Infirmary

We are falling apart over here! My ears are driving me crazy and all my humans do is look at them and rub some sticky stuff on them that frankly doesn't seem to do any good. Well, sometimes they also rub them, and that feels nice. But this itch is driving me loco!

Now Molly is having some sort of ache or pain. She doesn't say what's wrong, but she won't jump up on anything anymore, she just sits there and grumbles until one of the humans lifts her up. And it takes a while, because the humans are reluctant, due to Molly's... heft. Sometimes when they do lift her, she whimpers like it hurt, but she won't say what's wrong. The humans are worried about her but they can't figure out what's wrong with her either. Maybe she'll feel better today.

My human female was sick about a week ago; it was revolting. My advice: don't hang around a sick human, especially if you are shorter than she is. I had to have a bath.

She was very embarrassed about that and really just pitiful in general, but thankfully the grossness didn't last too long and she is now feeling much better.

My male human is the same as ever.

Visitors

We had some excitement this weekend. The two small humans came to visit! That is always fun, and sometimes scary. The little male can be unpredictable. I also got to see the female human that sounds oddly like my female human. I don't know why they sound so much alike. It's very disconcerting.

We also got to go over to Poppa-Nan's again. That was mostly fun, though Poppa seemed a little grumpy. He didn't sneak me one bite of food! Oh well. Molly, of course, did not get to go outside without being tethered to a human this time. (They can be taught!) She wanted to go exploring but they were very careful. I told her it was her own fault, but she just said, "A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do." Whatever that means. She's entirely too cryptic for my taste.

This is me after the little humans left. They wear me out.

Variety is the Spice of a Dog's Life

I don’t understand what’s going on lately. Not too long ago I was cooped up in a relatively small space, left to look out the window for various spans of time, then taken for walks in diverse areas in my neighborhood. Nice variety of scents and scenes.

Now I’m cooped up in a larger space, still sometimes left to look out the window for various spans of time, but I’m rarely taken for walks anymore! Instead, I am taken out to the same space day after monotonous day. Granted, I’m not tethered to a human when I do this, but still it is extremely boring. Molly doesn’t seem to mind, but then she seems to resent being tethered to humans, so maybe she prefers bodily freedom over intellectual freedom. And maybe it doesn’t mean as much to her to go to new places since she doesn’t scent very well anyway.

We did go over to Poppa-Nan’s not long ago and my humans made the mistake of letting Molly outside untethered. She immediately ran for the border! (I was impressed; I didn’t think she had it in her to grasp possibilities so quickly.) My humans were very worried, which manifested itself largely in walking up and down the place they had last seen her, calling her name. (Humans are a puzzle to me most of the time.) My male human actually went in search of her and finally found her mixed up in a common brawl with a chow down the street. (Doesn’t she know to stay away from chows? I’ve never known one who wouldn’t as quickly bite off your nose as say how-do-you-do.) Anyway, the humans were very excited and tried to tell Molly she shouldn’t do that, but I can tell you it fell on deaf ears. She’ll do it again if given half a chance.

I was very good. I stayed in the yard like we are supposed to. There was plenty to smell there, anyway, without running off into who-knows-what. Molly sometimes doesn’t seem to have the sense God gave a goose.