I return from my vacation, ready to meet and greet my babies as I have missed them. And so the story goes:
1. I let Buddy out when I arrive and his NEW wheelchair literally falls apart and dumps him into the flower bed.
2. Go down the NEW handicap ramp built for Buddy, slip and fall. Buddy has accidently pooped on it, my slippers hit it and slidding I went.
3. I put Shanti's seizure meds in her food, she walked away and Sam ate all her food while I was not looking. He has slept all day.
4. We go for a ride in my truck (I upgraded to a 4 -door so everyone can have space) and they all insisted on cramming upfront (Shanti likes to growl at anyone near her).
5. I put Buddy into his backup wheelchair (also brand new) and he flips it off the handicap ramp and has to be rescued.
Yep, it is good to be home!
(Mom why are you sitting upfront crowding us when you have room in the back? PS- I licked the opening in your coffee cup- and yes, I ate my own poop this morning)
No comments:
Post a Comment