A few months ago, Mom started going to something called werk. She'd put on a dress and swish out of here and say, Franklin, take care of the house. I'm going to werk.
I didn't mind. I like being in charge.
But sometimes when Mom would come home, she's walk in the house and say, Uh-oh, there's a poodle.
I couldn't figure that out. I've met some poodles at the neighborhood park, but I've never seen one in our house.
|As you can see,|
a Bordernese is much better lookin' than a poodle.
Sometimes Penlapee can't wait till Mom gets home, and she makes a puddle. Mom doesn't get mad. She knows we're used to having her at home and letting us outside whenever we need to go.
Mom says she thinks that during the last hour before she gets home that Penlapee is probably watching for her at the window with her legs crossed because she needs to go. Maybe we need some buddy to come over to let us out while Mom is gone, but Penlapee is so scared of every buddy except Mom that she would probably hide and refuse to go out.
I'm much more cooperative.
We have other kinds of pee in our lives, too. Remember way back around Easter when Mom blogged that she'd been sick with the flu? She got a little better and went to werk, but then she got worse. Now she has pee new moan at ya.
When she coughs, she sounds kinda like a barking dog.
I guess Mom has learned a new language, and it's ours! I like that. I'm glad she's at home with us until she gets better. She says not to worry. She's been to the doctor and she's taking her medicine.
We've all been watching movies together and we don't have poodles or puddles in the house.
Okay I love you bye-bye.
|I'll rest my head here during the movie.|
Tonight we're watching Phantom Thread starring Daniel Dog-Lewis.