April 9th 2008 10:24 am
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Yesterday we had a big fun!
Before Sammy left to the bridge, he found out we had miceys in the well insulation. He wanted so badly to get those mice, but Mom asked him to leave them, and he did. He was so obedient. She knew if he saw them, he would have hurt himself to get them. Mom always tried to protect Sammy.
Well, yesterday afternoon, Daddy took the little house off the well-head, and out ran 4 mice. MICKEY ate one! He did! He got it in his mouth, it squeaked, and he chomped down and swallowed!!! OMD! I got one, too, but Mom & Dad asked me to drop it, and I did. It ran away, and I wanted to get it, but I was a good girl for Mom. She was so proud of me.
Mickey had a tummy ache after that! BOL! I bet it was biting him back from the inside! BOL!
We went to PetSmart last night to get us new harnesses. We had a gift card from Christmas that we never got a chance to use. So I got a pink one, and Mickey got a black one.
Then we went to Grammy's house. I love my Grammy. I kiss her toes and she giggles. We came home, and it was really late. I was tired. Mickey's tummy was making horrible noises! I swear, that mouse was trying to get out!
This morning we went for a walk, which we have been going on every day since Sammy left. I love to walk. I'm so good at it. Much to Cesar Milan's dismay, I am always in the lead. But I'm very polite.
Mom is trying REALLY hard to not cry around us. She went out to the "monkey zone", which is Daddy's work shop, to cry... They call it that because Sammy supervised the building of it when he was young.
Mickey is doing a little better. He is famished from not eating (maybe one reason he ate the mousie) and he doesn't have any more blood in his poo... So your love and well wishes to him worked! But he still misses Sammy, and sometimes, for no particular reason, he looks up to the ceiling as if he is seeing something. There is nothing visibly there, but I know it is Sammy coming to check on us.
Well, I have to go work. Those cats are moving around the house again, and I need to put them into their room. I love being a cow dog.
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