I've been REAL busy helping my mom get her paintings done... (I'm the 'catcher' for drips- today it was a blue dot on my shoulder and one pink dot on my toe!).. and getting ready for the clam boil my family has on Labor Day in honor of my mom's Dad, who passed away 5 years ago.
I will tell you I was POOPED from helping. Never mind that no one wanted me to help. I'm a helper, that's what I am.
So it was very, very sad when I hurt my ankle (wrist?) this morning. I was just running around like a dervish... 7 a.m... don't you?... and I landed wrong when I sprung off the couch. Mom didn't even know - she was tidying up in the kitchen and Dad came in and said "What's wrong Paco? Did you hurt your foot?" And then they started touching it (OW!) and cooing over me - I liked that part - and wondering about going to the doctor. But a friend/relative (a friendly relative?) came by - I call her Auntie Donna - and she's worked in the vet's office for a long time. She said they'd probably say - rest, ice and see how it is... So that's where I am... IN MY CRATE.. resting.. only coming out for bathroom breaks and food, love and ice. This is NO good.