It's been an interesting week here. Ok, with all of us kitties and a woofie how can it not be interesting? So anyway, the big news around here is that Grete woofie has been put on limited activity for 2 whole weeks by the v-e-t! I'm not sure you know this, but her ability to go and get her ya ya's out at the dog park make living with her bearable. Now that she can't rough and tumble...she's making our lives miserable.
It all started last Saturday when she went to the dog park. She went up to a couple of golden retrievers with her squeaky ball and instead of chasing her, they roughed her up. The humiliation of being roughed up by a couple of golden retrievers is bad enough. Now she has to take it out on all of us while her shoulder gets a little less tender. She whines and moans and I swear she is talking a strange doggie language that none of us understand...although my mom and dad said she's saying "take me to the dog park" "throw my ball". Since she can't what's she doing? She tries to interfere with our cat games, tries to break it up when we wash each other...sheesh. What a pain. I'm counting the days until next Saturday.
Jonesie has also begun to act all mysterious...and muttering things about having a special visitor. Like she's all that. Doesn't she know that even if we did get visitors it would be for me?