Betty's (the dog) Blog

Poor Mistreated Betty

Poor Mistreated Betty. (sarcasm for those of you that don't know me)

A little background here: We live in Oklahoma where nature has decided to give us a preview of hell by provided temperatures over 100 while humidity hangs cackling in the air at our agony. Here's the truth - I am a fat, white woman who is not going to be drug through the neighbor by a dog while being blinded by the sweat dripping into my eyes. Poor Betty.

here's the part where I have no guilt. See, we have a humongous backyard. I have learned though that dogs have no reasoning skills. Everytime I went to the front door to go out to do something, Betty becomes a jumping, tale wagging, smiling, bundle of unexplainable energy. Yet, when I make the suggestion that she go "walk" in the backyard, she doesn't even have the gumption to raise her head from her pillow, while her eyes look at me as if I've gone insane saying, "It's hot out there!"

Before you all decide I'm horrible; I was going to take her tonight, but it's only cooled down to 94 - so that ain't happenin'. Maybe I'll get up super early before the sun has risen, but when it is not so dark that there is danger of having an "Audra Moment" where I trip over something small and break something big and vital. If the medicine the doc prescribed for my insominia works (please, please, please), I wouldn't count on a walk tomorrow though.

Hey - I wonder if one of the walking exercise videos would do the trick.

Poor Mistreated Betty

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