I got up this morning and Dad didn't leave like he usually does after he's around all day for two days. Then Mom fed us and she didn't eat too like she usually does. Then they started acting like they do when they are leaving together. Alright I said, what's the deal? Then Mom sat down with me and said, "we needed to talk". "Talk? Talk about what?" Then she dropped the bomb. She said she waited to tell me 'cuz she didn't want me to flip out. She told me that my people were going to have to survive on limited doses of me for the next little bit. "WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?" She said that her typing services would be on hold for at least a few days, because she is having surgery on her hand today."What the heck is surgery and why does it have to affect me?"
She said there would be alot of this going on over the next few days....
Well, that's OK I said. She asked if I would put my healing pug services into effect, so things would return to normal sooner than later. She did say that she will still be able to read to me. So I will be keeping up on all your blogs, but there may be a conspicuous absence of my commentary. She also said that Dad told her he would to a garden post soon. Something very exciting is going on in the garden.
So ta ta for now my friends. I shouldn't be away long