How am I supposed to garden from here? Far from home, stuck in a vet's office. Here I am getting checked in. For some reason the v-e-t person doesn't understand my need to put my paws in the dirt.
I got my treatment on Tuesday afternoon and on Wednesday I got one phone call home. My mom and dad were informed that I was settling in well and that I am eating. I'm scheduled to come home on Friday. I've learned that the rules here are similar to jail. Just one phone call a day.
Meanwhile back in the garden.....
Um...now what did Jonesie say? We can't poop in the garden that we pee in? Was that it?
No! I think she said don't eat the baby nip until she gets home...
Why can't we remember the details?
I think I'm supposed to patrol. For what I have no idea. I just want to go next door and be a pest.
I'm pretty certain that Jonesie said to stop and smell the flowers. Oh wait, there are no flowers right now. I'm so confused.
Oh this does not look good. I may have to take matters into my own paws...boys...Jonesie is gonna be hissed off at our incompetence.