Yeah, blah, blah, blah. Mom has been reading all sorts of research articles (actually, I stopped, because I didn't like their survival outcome numbers), but I can assure you that neither Abby nor I have been reading any of these articles. In fact, I even intercepted the memo that was supposed to tell Abby she was sick, and I ate it, so she doesn't know she's sick. I'm not going to tell her, so do me a favor, and don't you tell her, either, please?
Next Saturday, Abby will go in and have her stitches removed, and we can get back to our regularly scheduled frisbee zoomies and bitey-face action. In the meantime, we will continue to hang around the house and look pathetic - because frisbee zoomies and bitey-face isn't much fun without my sister.
|Another week?!? *sigh*|
|I suppose I must just hang out in this sunbeam.|
|My sister is a sunbeam hog.|
|I shall stare off into space and look all dramatical.|
|Mom, I'm bored....|
|Just hanging out here....|
-Fiona and Abby the (not yet glowing in the dark) Hippobottomus