Well, rotten news. Mommy heard about her MRI today and she has indeed torn two ligaments in her ankle. Now on to an or-toe-pee-tist to find out if she needs surgery. Looks like 8 weeks of recovery ahead. NO FUN FOR PETEY.
I returned to the scene of the crime. Okay, it was a block from here (no pun intended). You can see how uneven the streets are in the Meat-packing district. Behind me is Pastis, the closest thing to an authentic french cafe in these parts. We like to come here early for breakfast. I can come too because we can sit outside. Last time we were here, Ty Pennington from Extreme Home Makeover was at the next table. He fed me his bacon and didn't have that nasty megaphone and was a very nice man. BUT I GUESS WE WON'T BE STROLLING OVER HERE FOR BREAKFAST ANYTIME SOON, WILL WE MOMMY?
I was looking at all those nice photos of the Boston Doggies roaching in the Arboretum in the nice cool grass. Boy, it sure would be nice if we could go to Central Park and I could have a great romp in the grass instead of on blistering hot sidewalks. BUT NO. Guess I'll have to make do with roaching on the carpet instead. THANKS MOM!
I'm just gonna go have a nice sulk. Harumph!
We interrupt Petey's bellyaching and whining to bring you this message from MICA!
Thanks for all the nice comments about my first post! Since it looks like we're going to be housebound for awhile, I can regale you with photos of me sleeping in all my favorite places and in all my favorite positions. This is going work out just great for me!!!
See you on the next MICA MONDAY!
We now return this blog to its regularly scheduled terrier.