Visitation Rights Revoked for my One and Only Bud!

It happened out of the clear blue sky as I tried to pay for dinner for my Aunt Bea, Uncle Don and my Mom at the Country Club. My aunt insisted on paying as I had babysat Bud. Well, I adore Bud and he is so well behaved that babysitting and chit chatting with him is a pleasure.

We almost ended up in an arm wrestling match that my Mom had to break up. Finally, my aunt said that if she could not pay the bill, then I could not visit Bud. My visitation rights would be revoked. How do you like that? Well, I asked her if he could still come to my pawty at my new home on Secor Street. "NO," was her emphatic reply. One not to despair, I figured I needed to get back in my aunt's good graces.

She and my uncle were headed to MA to stay with my Aunt Joan and Uncle Don along with Bill and Cindy B. So, I called out there to inquire if they were alright and if Bud was a happy camper, which he was. He took over Jasmine's bed, even though he can walk under her belly, I think. Imagine that- the little one told the big one to move it on over and she did.

I told my Aunt Joan about my Aunt Bea revoking my visitation rights to Bud and that I was calling to see if she would relent. My Aunt Bea got on the line and I explained my reasons for calling. She said that even though I was Bud's Godmother, she would have to think about it.

So, when they came home from MA., we invited them for dinner along with Bud. They arrived with Bud, who was sick. His nose was dry. He hadn't eaten or drank anything all day long. I was forbidden to feed him, but I did water him. He didn't want his swanky water from the tap, either. He sat on my aunt's lap all day long and did not jump up or down at all. Poor Bud was under the weather. So, my aunt had made him a vet's appointment at 7. She agreed to call us with the findings about Bud and his medical condition.

Sure enough, my aunt called to say that Bud had put his back out and needed pain killers, an antibiotic and his puppy stairs up to his parents' and his bed. I want to see these steps. Aunt Bea surmises that Bud had jumped off Aunt Joan and Uncle Don's bed, which is rather high and strained his back. I asked if there is a dog chiropractor. I know that they have psychologists for dogs that are depressed. I wonder how that works? Needless to say, our Bud will be on bed rest with no jumping for awhile.

My aunt would like a Westy dog. I asked,"What type of dog is that?" "A cute one," she replied. My uncle Don has forbid her to get a Westy from the East side. So, what to do? Jean said,"Don't be surprised if Marge delivers a Westy to you soon. Would you keep him/her if he/she was a gift?" "NO,"said my uncle. Jeez, who will win this dog go round?

Meanwhile, an official envelope from TN. arrived with my name on it. It was from an attorney by the name of Kathy W., who had sent me a legal document stating that I could now visit Bud, without any troubles. I was reinstated as the Godmother once again. The legal document proclaimed my ability to see Bud and interact with him when I wanted. I had finally won the battle to see my godson, Bud with the legal expertise of my lawyer, Kathy W.

I have invited my attorney to stay at my house, especially at the time of my big pawty that Bud will be attending. He will be surrounded by family and friends and of course, Kathy, my lawyer, who has given me peace of mind as a Godmother.

Thank you, Kathy for your expertise in this area. I know that I will be using your legal document real soon, after I have it framed. My aunt Bea said, "Don't worry, Bud will come to your pawty." Meanwhile, I am framing this document for my aunt and uncle as proof that I reserve my rights to see Bud at their abode, etc. Also, I will be painting them a picture frame just for Bud and them.

Will my aunt once again revoke my visitation rights to Bud, once she is "served" with this legal document? I hope not.

May you have a buddy like Bud and an aunt and uncle like mine. They all are great fun as well as my cousin lawyer, Kathy, who is one of Bea and Don's daughter, who is a real peach of a gal.