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Yesterday, when mom came home, dad asked her what the doctor said to her.

Mom told dad that the doctor changed some of her medication, and said if she did not feel better in one week to let her know. Mom also told dad that her blood pressure was 126/70; which is pretty high for mom. Her blood pressure is usually around 100/60, so mom was kinda worried that it was that high. Dad said not to worry because that was normal, but mom has her doubts. She talked to me about what the doctor said, too.

Dr. Robinson said mom was highly agitated because of the change in medication and that’s why mom is taking a different one. Dr. Robinson said the medication mom was taking was treating only depression which mom doesn’t have; she has anxiety. The other medicine the doctor changed was the one for acid reflux; the generic kind was only aggravating the situation–not helping. So mom told me she was through with generic medications because they apparently didn’t work as well as the original. I don’t mom think told dad all of the above probably she because she didn’t want to worry him. On a good note, however, mom only slept about 12 hours today instead of the usual 16. I was getting worried that mom just didn’t want to be around any of us anymore, and that was scary.

But, now that I know that was not the case, I am reassured as I am sure dad is. Tonight maybe I won’t have to sleep as close to mom as I have been doing.

Mom kept telling me she had to go to the doctor, but I thought I would go with her; she needs me for moral support. But, she didn’t take me, and it broke my little heart.

I get so upset when she goes off and leaves me at home; I cry a lot–and you can ask dad if you don’t believe me. I bet you think dogs don’t cry, but you’d be wrong, because we do; you just can’t see the tears. Mom knows this, and tries to comfort me by saying she won’t be very long and promises to think of me all the time she’s gone. I have news for her–it doesn’t comfort me. I watch her as she kisses me bye and closes the door. I run and take up my position by the window so I can see her when she comes down the driveway. You know, I can’t sleep when mom’s not here, and I don’t know exactly why. This probably explains why I go to sleep almost immediately when she comes home. I say almost because I have to show her how much I miss her when she’s not here. I jump, nip at her purse, and run around like I’ve lost my mind. I even bite Hilde and Wooly sometimes I get so excited to see mom.

After I’ve settled down, mom will pet me, love on me, kiss me, and talk to me saying things like “I told you I’d be back.” (Sounds like Arnold, huh?) I will finally be satisfied she’s not going to leave again when she changes clothes and takes off her going-to-town shoes. Then, and only then, will I go to sleep.

Hey, hey, hey, it’s 76 degrees outside today; can you believe it? It’s supposed to be very cold because it’s December 30, and mom said it should be cold.

Dad had to go to the see the doctor today. It was just a regular appointment, and the doctor said he was okay. He has to have his heart checked periodically since his quadruple bypass surgery. The doctor also had the lab take about four vials of his blood—I guess to check his cholesterol and such. Dad’s all happy, mom’s all better, and since she is, I am very happy. It’s not cold outside, but I don’t want to stay very long anyway; I’m not hairy like Wooly and Kasha. Hilde doesn’t have much hair either, and we get cold quicker than they do, and the sun is going down.

After supper, I think I’ll try to get mom to go to bed; all I have to do is start beating on the door with my feet, and she gets the idea. I like to be on the bed because I can look out all the windows and let mom know if someone is coming. She appreciates me looking out for her. I really do look out for her, you know.

I can do more than just bark. I can jump off the bed, run around in circles, run backwards if I have to, and rear up on the window sill and then look at mom. I repeat this process if she doesn’t get up to see what’s going on. Being a burglar alarm isn’t my only talent, either.