Mom says I hit a rough patch this weekend. First, I decided I no longer liked the food she was cooking. Next I decided I wasn’t going to take my pills anymore. Then I threw up, and finally topped it all off by peeing on the dining room rug.
Maybe it was all the excitement caused by having Dad and Kristy back home:
I’ve perked up a bit and decided to start eating a little chicken with oats. But mostly I just like hanging out. It sure is nice to have the doors and windows open.
My family went to a graduation party yesterday and Mom came back with four black fly bites. They’re starting to really bother her, so she’ll be out of action for a couple days. Well, at least we’ll both be able to get some good lounge time in this week.
I just wish we could watch the Sox. I love you!