Never A Dull Moment

Tiger: It seems that there is always something going on in our household. Up until recently mommy has been pretty sick. She's slowly on the mend but that has taken lots of doctors appts.

Bobby: Yeah, lots of booooring appts really early in the morning.

Trixie: What are you complaining about, boy? You get to leave the house while Tiger and I are put in our precious kennels. I believe you call them jail.

Bobby: .....

Tiger: Sooo part of mommy feeling better is that she is up for some good ol' fashioned play.

Bobby: Oh no! You are planning to tell them about the catastrophe from last week, aren't you?!? There better not be any pictures of my foot in this post -_-

Trixie: Oh that was a disaster of epic proportions. *giggle* I have never had a moment in my life where I wished I knew how to operate a video camera more than that one.

Tiger: It's called an accident! You know... Not an on purpose... Not a diabolical plan or any other things to say it was meant to happen. Anyhoo mommy, Bobby, and I were playing around. Bobby had my snake and was running around the house while mommy and I chased him. Bobby took a wrong turn and almost smacked into the wall with his face. He screeched to a stop rather abruptly. I crashed into him which made us both fall to the floor. Mommy tripped over me and collapsed on to us. I love my mommy dearly but she's not the most coordinated person alive.

Bobby: She fell on my foot with her knee.

Trixie: In mommy's defense she almost dislocated her shoulder on the wall to keep from hurting both of you. It really looked like it hurt. If Bobby didn't start screaming like a baby I would've been worried about mommy. For some reason those blood curling wails are like super mommy fuel. I don't think I've ever seen her jump up that fast.

Bobby: I wasn't crying like a baby and it freakin hurt!!!!

Tiger: I really have no clue what happened after that because I ran to my kennel just in case I was in trouble. It sounded pretty scary from in there.

Trixie: Mommy quickly put Bobby thru a barrage of tests like bend your foot, wiggle your toes, etc. Shortly after that she whisked lil man over to the couch, propped the foot up with pillows, and wrapped his tiny foot with an ice pack. Then she made a bunch of calls.

Bobby: I guess it's a good thing mommy knows so many people with medical backgrounds. I wasn't very happy to have a few extra "tests" done but I was ecstatic to get some Motrin and cartoons to watch.

Trixie: Don't even try to complain about how spoiled you are. Mommy waited on you hand and foot.... Hehehe no pun intended. I couldn't lay with mommy all evening because she was so busy taking care of you. You even got my spot in the big bed at bedtime!

Tiger: Ooookay. That's enough reporting from Señorita Bitter Pants. By the time early morning came and everyone was rushing around to get mommy to the hospital for yet another test, Bobby's foot no longer looked like a giant red blob had replaced his foot. He ran around easily and hasn't complained since. Looks like the little turkey dodged another bullet from the broken bones revolver.

Bobby: It's a good thing too since I don't have time for a cast or crutches. Too much exploring to do and fun to be had!