Personal Note: This post from 2011 made me laugh. Of course anytime Bear wrote a blog I always laughed. Bear published this one the day after Maddie had somehow hurt her back – and he’d had about enough of us pampering her.
ALL BETTER – First Published August 5, 2011
Hi. Bear here.
Mom wanted me to write ’cause she’s exhausted from having to babysit Maddie all day yesterday and today.
I really felt sorry for my little sister – at first. Yesterday she was pitiful. When she’d walk around – which wasn’t much – she’d have her skinny little tail tucked all the way up under her belly (she does that when she doesn’t feel good). The way I really knew she was hurting though was because I didn’t hear her bark one single time all day. Dogs would walk by the condo, children would walk by the condo, people would ride bikes by, pulling those cart thingys – any one of those is usually guaranteed to get a good barking fit out of Maddie. Yesterday – nothing.
Mom and Dad trudged up and down the stairs all day, carrying Maddie. They’d put her down in the grass, she’d do her business, then she’d sit down and look at the door. They’d pick her up and climb the steps with her again. She’d curl up on towels that Mom kept warming for her in the clothes dryer. They even brought her food dish over to her bed, so she wouldn’t have to walk to our dinner spot.
This morning when we all woke up, Maddie was still acting weird. Dad put her on the floor (out of their bed, where I don’t get to sleep), and she just sat there, looking up at Dad with those sad little eyes. Then dad walked out of the room, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Maddie’s tail wagging. Huh? Dad came back in and picked her up, and we all went outside. I watched real close. When Mom and Dad weren’t looking, Maddie was walking around just fine, sniffing out stuff in the grass. Then as soon as they’d turn around, she’d sit right back down again and look pitiful.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, when I got on Mom’s computer today, I read the seven gazillion messages from readers saying how much you hoped Maddie was feeling better, and “poor little Maddie” this and “sweet little Maddie” that. That’s just a little . . . bit . . . too . . . much . . . attention . . . being . . . shifted . . . away . . . from . . . . . . . . . . . . . ME.
So, I just want to tell everyone that Maddie is feeling a lot better. After Dad had carried her up and down the stairs a hundred times today, he caught her running down those same steps when she thought he wasn’t looking. BUSTED!
Seriously, Mom said to let everyone know that Maddie is feeling a lot better, and Mom wants to thank everyone for all the good thoughts and prayers. They worked!
However . . . .