Some may criticize me for waking the dog sitter an hour early, but I was a man on a mission, if you know what I mean. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. I did it on the next door neighbor's lawn. Ahhhh . . . . enough said.
The vet called. Our blood work is great and our platelets and clotting factor numbers are normal. I don't know what that means but I trust you will. All I can say is, I'm glad Diva and I have recovered. Thank you for taking such good care of us, Mom and Dad. Special thanks for ponying up for the bills.
The dog sitter ate coconut chicken curry for dinner and let me tell you—one sniff and I wanted to wang-dang-doodle all night long! I cozied up to her on the couch, I gazed at her with raw longing, I might even have whined a little—and she gave me nothing. Please find someone less responsible the next time you go away.
DIVA says . . .
Tonight after our walk Emmy brought all her things upstairs and moved into your room, Mom and Dad, as you said she could. The stairs hurt her knees. I guess we won't be sleeping in the Man Cave any more. I helped Emmy make the bed—I licked the pillows!
It's raining and we're all comfy cozy. Emmy is doing important things on her computer and I'm curled up nearby, next to the kitchen bench. Tully is lying on the TV room floor. I could doze off right now if it weren't for Cheerios, which Emmy won't give us for another hour. Mom, I hope you get over your cold soon. We love you so, so much, Mom and Dad!
P.S.—It's 10 p.m.! There is hail! And thunder!!!
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