Just No

Well, I bomdit last night, all over our sheets. Mom knew it was coming, as she wasn't sleeping well. As she reached over to me, in the dark, to try and assist me, well, she caught some of the nasty stuff. I feel really good, my tail is wagging, fast, I'm eating well, drinking water, no loose stools (what are those?). I'm full of energy too, woohoo. 

 

(Mama told me one of her boys would say, "Mom, I bomdit, when he wretched over the potty." Bomdit just sounds more gentle than puke, vomit, blowing beets.)

 

Mom is fortunate to be able to skip a day of work, wash sheets and pillows. You see, we sleep with 8 pillows, three of which are my personal pillows, so, when things go south, sometimes pillows are the first casualties. 

 

Mom says we continue to pray for all healthcare workers, farmers, ranchers, truckers (where do you think TP comes from), grocery store employees, the list goes on. (Law enforcement, how could I leave out LE? We need them to curb stupid.) Some can and will save lives, others provide food, and things we consider necessities, not really crucial for living and breathing, we're spoiled. These people don't stay home, our nation depends on them, daily. And mom says liquor stores could use our prayers, as lord, brandy may be a necessity, so F. Scott Fitzgerald is quoted as saying during a really rough time in his life. Sounds like we are making a tiny store run today. 

 

Mom said note to markets: rather than limit paper towels and TP to two of each, limit to one of each. Stop the madness. Makes sense to me. If two legged creatures can't or won't exercise self-control, let's help them. Our personal supplies are still good, thank heavens. If royalty used schnauzers as napkins back in the day, imagine what loco Americans would use me for. Just no. 

 

We are taking wipes to town, to wipe down the washer and dryer, door handles before Mom touches them. See? She was prepared, because we are clean bitches all the time, not just during times of crisis. 

 

I love you.

 

Prayers and comfort to all.

 

Psalms 91

 

xoxo

Maggie Rose the Schnauzer