And it wasn't MY fault, AGAIN! This time we were in California for 6 weeks and Dad doesn't like Mom to write about where we are when we are out of town. He's afraid some one might sneak a peak at my blog and go rob our house. They couldn't get much, 'cuz all the important things were in California -- Mom, Dad and especially ME!
So why didn't we post when we got back in the middle of August, you ask? Well, that was 'cuz Mom did something really stupid. She went to Lake Tahoe to visit my Auntie Joyce and Auntie Ann and Auntie Joan. (That's a lot of Aunties. Guess I'm just a lucky nephew!) On her trip, she went riding on an Electric Bicycle and fell down and went boom!! She broke a couple of bones and then Auntie Joyce had to fly home with her. I was happy to see her, but I wasn't happy that she can't take walks with me. My poor Dad has to take me out every single time. (Mom said her Doctor told him, "This is PAYBACK, Len".
So Mom was going around with a walker for a few days, but now she's using Dad's cane. But I feel bad for Dad (ooooh, there I go again, doing my great rhyming trick. Did you get it? Dad and bad? Well I thought it was pretty good!) He's working very hard these days.
Anyway, we've had a few people in and out for the last week or so. But I have a favorite. His name is Chef Pete.
Chef Pete spent a few hours at our house and he made the kitchen smell really, really, really, really good! I didn't tell Mom, but he snuck me a few morsels while he was here. He even made me my very own Turkey Dinner that Mom gave me some of this evening. I love, love, love Chef Pete. I hope he comes back soon and makes the kitchen smell so good again.
The other thing I don't like about all this is that I haven't been out to dinner since we were in California. And WOW! did I get to go out to dinner there. I'm going to get back to watching out for Mom, 'cuz she just picked up Dad's can again and she's not very good at it. But next time I'll tell you all about California. It was WONDERFUL!
See you soon. (Well not really; I can't see you at all and you can only see my pictures, but you know what I mean.)
Love, G
My poor nephew, Guinness. You have been so busy caring for your mom and dad while they recover from their various malfunctions! You keep yourself strong cause they need you to! You can always vent here.... Love you, Auntie Annie
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