Thursday, April 23, 2009

From Ruger to Jesse

Hi Jesse, Ya know how everyone says, "Oh, To have the life of a dog must be nice". Well It's not all that it's cracked up to be! I've had quit a stressful week. Grandma brushes me every other day and you should see the hair that I am shedding. It'll fill up a plastic grocery sack. I'm a little worried, I over heard Grandma talking to someone about going bald. She said that if you're related to someone that's bald you have a good chance of going bald. Yikes! All I have been imagining all week long is Grandpa Nugent and Steve. I've seen those hairless cats on the internet when Grandma is looking up weird stuff on "youtube" and they're not a pretty site. Do you think I need to worry? See picture of first attachment! Next thing that happened that was traumatic this week was I thought we had been bombed. Last night Grandpa says, Ruger we've just been bombed. He opens the bedroom doors and turns the fan on to air out the bedroom. He was threatening to get the gas masks and I started to get worried until I realized that Grandma was still asleep and figured out it must of been a disaster fire drill. Boy I thought Grandpa was really acting the part till I heard him mumble to Grandma while she was sleeping that he wasn't going to be around for eternity if she didn't fix her problem and quit eating beans. The next morning he was really razing her and he made her promise that she wouldn't eat beans anymore. The funny thing is I couldn't smell it but you know where my nose has been. She hesitated but finally agreed. As soon as Grandpa left for work a few hours later she was sneaking and eating beans. I think she has a problem. You know if you're sneaking around to do something, you shouldn't be doing it. Do you think she's addicted to beans and can't help it? I remember hearing about a pill called Bean-O. Do you think they're for people that are addicted to Beans and would help stop the cravings? She has to be addicted because Grandpa was threatening to make her sleep in the other room if it happens again. That would be devastating because I know how I love sleeping in their bedroom. You probably remember how I love soft balls, well I had gone through all the balls Grandma had, so she went to the store to buy some more. She bought these great soft balls that were made to be played with in a pool. Grandma and Grandpa would through the ball, I would find it dunk it in my water bowl then bring it back to them to throw again, sometimes dropping it in their lap. Sometimes your parents don't give me enough credit, I knew it was a water ball and that's how you were suppose to play with it. If they didn't want me to bring them a sopping wet ball, why did Grandma buy pool balls? Have you ever noticed their actions don't go along with what comes out of their mouth. I hope that disease dementia isn't setting in early. I hope that they don't get it until you get back and I'm out of here. What are the missionary rules, If they get it early, is that considered a Family Crisis and you can come home early to get me out of here? If it gets to bad, I'll sneak one of Grandpa's white handkerchiefs in a box of goodies that Grandma mails to you. I saw that idea on one of the movies Grandma was watching when this guy couldn't handle it anymore and he surrendered by holding up a white rag. Miss you and love you lots. Thank goodness I am staying with Grandma and Grandpa their life would be so quiet, boring and uneventful. Also who would Grandpa have to gripe about Grandma to!

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