0410...

So, my grammar is slipping, but at least I have taught Amos a new skill!

Yep, here is my beloved puppy dog lying down for me.  In fact, he's so good at it, he will lie down if I hesitate to throw his ball.  He's a bloody mind reader!

No, I know he's not.  I'm not yet that far gone.  But I am a better puppy momma today than I have been in a while.  I should be teaching him more.  I should be walking him about, but even if my foot were not all messed up, I would not.  I would not. Step. Foot.  Outside.  Alas, Myrtle, focus on the success.

Okay, rejoice with me, then.  This is my beloved puppy dog being obedient!

He's such a brilliant little pup.  I taught the same as his Aunt Sandra did, using just his baby, telling him to "lay down."  In just a few moments, he figured it out.  After a while, he figured out I meant what I said.  And after that he decided he would cooperate.  Of course, I snapped a picture because he is, also, rather adorable.

Honestly, I do not know where I would be without his company.  My little constant companion.

Today, we did laundry, cleaned the bathroom floor, and dusted.  I am exhausted.  In fact, after cleaning the bathroom floor, I laid back (I cleaned it while sitting) and napped for a bit.  He merely curled up at my back like he does in bed and napped with me.  No frolicking about making mischief while momma slept.  That's my boy.

[No, we will not discuss how much he likes to get in trouble when I am awake.  We are focusing on the positive.]

Being such a bright little fellow, Amos pointed out that I screwed up grammar with my command.  I should have taught him "lie down," since "lay" requires a direct object.  I told him I was too tired to be proper with my grammar.  He told me being tired is never a proper excuse for poor grammar.  I asked him if he ever wanted a bath again.  He promptly ceased his discussion of my grammar.

He needs a bath.  Of course, his bath towels are drying in the final load of laundry.  Perhaps on the morrow. Or Monday.  Or...maybe...I should wait until Wednesday.  With another day at court, I will need the snuggling of a sweet-smelling, swaddle, snoring puppy as much as he longs to be a snuggly, swaddled, sweet-smelling puppy.

[In case you are wondering about the title, Amos typed it.  Since I was planning to write about my puppy, I thought I would just leave it.]


I am Yours, Lord.  Save me!