There is something new in our house,
I am not fond of it, and someone took my tennis balls, and they are gobbling up this contraption, whatever it is.
On March 28 daddy woke up and could not walk, Mama brought and old walker that was in the closet and now he can only move around using a walker.
It makes my daddy walk funny and I can't get really close to follow him and this walker thing has been here for 17 days now. Mama is taking daddy to the doctor today, to get an ultrasound on the arteries in his legs,and I will be home alone with my tennis balls, heh heh heh
It was bad enough with the one that daddy uses to walk in the house and then mama went to the thrift store and now there is one just outside the back door, with two more tennis balls. Daddy walks to the door and transfers to outside. I think this is strange, and so do Mama and Daddy.
Mama said something about think of it like shoes, when he comes in, he leaves the dirty shoes outside the door and puts on clean ones inside.
BUTT, daddy goes barefoot, inside and out so it makes no sense to me.
I got tired of watching the balls and waiting to get my balls back when it gets through eating the contraption. I just took a nap, but close enough to know if anything happens.
Or if Daddy Moves around.
Mama said, Beau when your human brother Dan was a teenager, he spent every penny he could find/make playing PACMAN down at the laundromat.
I checked with Google, well, MAMA did it for me and seems Pacman ate everything he came to.
Mama said Beau, you eat like PacMan, ha ha ha
I said, maybe I will try to eat this contraption and make it go away.
