Petey here. I'm back home from my fabulous week at Asta's - chasing balls down the hall, nipping at the Furbrat (one more hump and I could have snapped 'em off as well as the vet!), sleeping on the big bed with Asta and squeezing George and Ami out of the good spots. It was a blast.
Well, all good things have to come to an end right?
So today, I went home. You see, Mommy had an operation last week on her abdomen and was in the hospital from Friday until today. All went well, and now's she's home but she walks funny and can't bend over to pick up the ball and doesn't seem to have a lot of energy. Great, huh?
So I've been giving her the cold shoulder. One quick wig-wag of my tail as I zoomed by to say hello to our friend Karen who fly in from South Carolina to help Mommy for a few days. Then I pounced on my favorite tennis ball. No big smiley teeth, no butt-wiggingly tail wag for Mommy. Nada.
When Mommy was a little girl, her Mommy went into the hospital for a few days and she was taken care of by various neighbors who showered her with gifts and treats. When Grandma came home, Mommy looked at her all pouty and said "The funner days are over.
I couldn't agree more.
(Thank you again Ami and George - Asta too - for your overwhelming show of love and support. You are our earth angels!)