Poor Yogi has gone to have his berries picked today.
DH is like, "Berry Picking?" I say, "Yeah, they are big enough to be called nuts."
Poor little guy was all snugly in bed with Daddy, Boo & Gracie Ruth this a.m. when Momma snuck in and brutally pulled him out from the middle of the warm comfy bed. I said, "Yogi, lets just you and I go berry picking. We'll leave everyone else home to be bored all day. Ok?" "Sure thing, Momma. I don't know what berry picking is, but I'll go with you. I wuv you Momma." Then the poor look on his face when Dr D's assistant took him away...
"What'd I do wrong, Momma? I'm sorry, don't leave me, Momma!" I had to sit in the car for several minutes to clear my eyes before I could drive on to work. Allergies, ya know, they are really bad around here this time of year.
I know he'll be ok. That they'll take great care of him. But that's the first time I really feel like I've let him down. I'm glad I am the one who gets to 'rescue' him this afternoon. I'm going to spend all night cuddling and spoiling him. My poor little Yogi Bear.
