We don't talk about mom much. She spends most of her time behind the scenes helping us with our posts. Turns out she had a bad day on Monday. See, mom is a bit crazy. She likes to ride her bike. She likes it so much that when winter starts turning to spring, she likes to ride it to work and back. We don't understand it, but that's what she does. It's not usually a problem but she was home 4 hours late on Monday! We were beside ourselves when she got home. Turns out she crashed. Hard. The ground was slick with slime on a little bridge on a bike path and down she went in a blink. Wham! Dad took her to the V-E-T. Turns out the human V-E-T is much worse than our doctor. Not one person at the office scritched her behind the ears and told her it would be ok. The x-ray guy offered her a chocolate, so I think that's like Grete getting a doggie treat, so that was ok. Grete didn't pass as a service dog so she had to wait in the car. Mom was wearing her helmet so her noggin' is ok. She hurt her shoulder. She doesn't have broken bones, but she hurts a lot and her arm is in a sling. The silly doctor didn't even prescribe her any nip.
Mom types much slower now. She promised us to help us to continue posting, but visiting is taking 3 times as long so she may be a bit haphazard in helping us say hi to our furriends. She said we might do something call "lurking" if her arm hurts to much to help us with the keyboard this next week. 
