Update

Hiya!

First, thanks for all the wonderful thoughts and comments about Dad! Dad is doing much better and Mom is no longer shooting him in the stomach (much to the relief of both Mom and Dad!). He's got to be super careful while he's on the rat poison, erm, blood thinners, so there will be lots of walkies, because he's not allowed to do dangerous things that might involve him bruising or lacerating himself. Which means more quality time with us! Yay! Well, yay for the quality time, not yay for Dad being a hemophiliac Russian prince.

As for the hospital picture of Dad? Mom and Dad have a long history of spending quality time together in emergency rooms. This is not the first picture Mom has taken in an ER.

Anyhoo. Dad is doing much better, so we've been doing lots of walkies.

And Mom got a Jr. Chuck-it to carry in our walking pack so we could have some quality tennis ball time.

Mom may still throw like a girl, but at least we got in some good tennis ball time!


And then yesterday, Dad got out the stitches from the surgery (which caused the clot, which caused the hospitalization, which swallowed the spider to catch the fly), and Dad has been cleared for tennis ball chucking. Apparently, Mom and Dad both think this Chuck-it thingy is the greatest thing since canned dog food, because they don't have to pick up "goobery balls" (Mom's words). Hey, as long as there are tennis balls a-flying, I don't care how it happens.

Good times at the park! And it seemed to slow Abby down (for a while...).

Heehee.

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus