Me and Dewey #9
(November 2006a)

Me and Dewey #November 2006a

Mom says this one needs a title - she wants to call it, "Jealousy."  I don't know why, I would much rather title it, "Mean Mom."

Mom goes and sits at the church office one day a week.  Me and Dewey can tell because she goes away and doesn't take us - and that noisy garage door stays down.  We can tell any time she comes home from a "go-for-ride" without Me and Dewey, 'cause of the noise.  When Mom goes away, we can nap all day without Mom knowing we were taking it easy from protecting; we have a door alarm to tell us to wake up!  We always watch out the window when Mom leaves.  Dewey says he does it 'cause he doesn't want Mom to go and misses her before she leaves, but I want Mom to think that I am working hard protecting!

Yesterday, Mom sat at church, but the little boy who was visiting got upset when Dewey wasn't there, too.  She came home and got Dewey.  I don't like it when she tells me, "You stay, we go."  Then it is just me in the house and I get lonely.  Dewey went to the church and got extra pets, and I had to stay home.  It isn't any fun guarding the house from squirrels when no one else is home.

So I went upstairs.  Mom had hid her stuffed bunny under pillows and blankets, but I found it anyways.  Sometimes, I have to crawl under the bed to find the bunny - I don’t know why Mom hides it on the floor.  No matter where she hides it, I can find it!It smells like Mom.I   very carefully carried it downstairs and left it in the middle of the floor near the door she would come in when she came home.

Then I took a nap.I   dreamed of chasing the squirrels that live in the big tree across the street.  I even climbed the tree!  Then Mom and Dewey came home and I woke up.  I forgot about the bunny until Mom picked it up and said in a disappointed voice "Myen bunny.Mine!"  I hid under the table while she took Dewey's lead off.

Then I jumped on the couch where Dewey likes to lay down.   Dewey got more crumbs when Mom finished her lunch, even though Mom thought it was the same  .I counted.Mom doesn't know it, but I can count.  She thinks a real big piece counts as two, but I know it is only ONE.

Last night, I told Dewey that all the dog beds in the bedroom, all three, were "Myen."  He slept in the other room.  Since I am top dog, I get to do things like that.  Well, he didn't spend the whole night in the other room.  When I first came and joined Mom's pack, I decided we should take turns sleeping with Mom on her bed, 'cause it was a small bed.I was the morning dog; he was the night dog.  That way, I could make believe that I was top dog, even though Dewey was for the first two years.  Then he got old.  Now Dewey keeps expanding how long the night dog time is.  He gets almost ALL NIGHT now, and all I get is snooze alarm time.IS THAT FAIR?  After all, I work hard to keep Dewey safe, too!

Dewey gets all the good things. . .

Spirit not-P.

PS.Mom says you should write to me about what you think the title should be and that I should answer.

 
Copyright © 2006 M. Kathleen Chesnut

Oh, Mom's book is here.   And Mom's special poem is here.