Grandpa was moving slowly this morning. i could tell that he didn’t want go to the park. it was so cozy under the covers. i didn’t want to go either.

Grandpa then went pee pee. I sit right in front of him when he’s on the toilet. he said “it would be nice to have a moment or two of privacy” so I just sat there, turned my head so i couldn’t see his private parts, and licked his toes.

Grandpa then stepped on this black thing on the floor. it must be very mean because Grandpa gets so mad at it most mornings. he just keeps staring at the numbers yelling “it just can’t be right.”

we drive to the park.

i get out of the car.  there’s 3 deer eating grass! they have such white, fluffy tails. i felt Grandpa pull on my leash: “there’s no chance I am chasing you all over God’s Creation, not today, no sir.” i was so sad — the deer stared at me wondering when i was going to come and play.

we walk into the park. Grandpa usually walks very fast.  i usually have to move my little feet so fast to keep up.  and he’s constantly yanking on my leash. it’s a good thing i have a thick neck or Grandpa would have detached it from the rest of my body from all the yanking. “Do you have to piss on every f$&cking shrub in the  park?” i look up at him and tell him that my friends wouldn’t know i was here otherwise. but since Grandpa has no friends, i understand why he doesn’t get it.

today, however, i noticed that I’m pulling Grandpa, and he’s moving very slowly. [Read more…]

i had trouble getting to sleep last night. my tummy hurt.  could it have been the peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich Grandpa and I shared last night?  or the so-sweet, so-juicy chunks of watermelon. i tried to jump up on the chair at the kitchen table to beg for more, but Grandpa pointed at me and told me to get down as “even he had limits.” i didn’t understand this limit thing because he doesn’t seem to stop snacking.  and when i gave him my sad eyes look, which usually works, he said: “i’m 5x your size, so get down.” so i sat back down on the floor and pouted.

at 2:30 a.m., I had to go poop.  i barked at Grandpa because he wouldn’t get up, and i just couldn’t hold it any longer.  he mumbled “good boy Sully for not pooping on the bed, because Grandpa doesn’t know how to wash the sheets and put new ones on.”

i ran out in the rain and did my business and then came back and cozied up to Grandpa under the sheets. my tummy feels so much better.  i tucked right under Grandpa’s belly, it’s so warm there.  i saw Grandpa was reading something on his phone…now he can’t sleep. maybe he should go outside and go poop too.

i heard Grandpa get up out of bed. wow, i must have fallen asleep for a long time.  Grandpa is putting on my rain jacket. i hate this rain jacket, it is so itchy. i won’t lift my feet because that makes it harder for Grandpa to put the jacket on.  he curses at me, and I bark at him to tell him that it is not nice to curse, and that he curses a lot.

we drive to the park. there are no people here.  Grandpa seems happier when there are no humans around.  it is blustery and raining. the stupid rain jacket is itchy, and it is chafing my armpits because Grandpa doesn’t know how to put my clothes on. i miss Grandma. i hate this rain jacket.

i run up to the point at the park.  there are lots of rocks here and i can smell so many cool things. i hear Grandpa yelling, but then it gets quiet. it has gotten very quiet. it’s not like Grandpa not to be yelling at me every 3 minutes.  i run back up the hill, something is off.

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