My friend, Tahoe, looked good. She was quiet and Aunt Dorothy was determined that she should eat. Tahoe did not want to eat. So, Aunt Dorothy fixed a bowl of Butter Pecan Ice Cream (Tahoe's favorite), but Tahoe didn't want that either. That has Aunt Dorothy worried. She made up for it by putting cookies out for me and was happy that I had an appetite. She wanted to give me ice cream, but Nancy said no. Geez.
Nancy played ball in the yard with me, today, so that I would get my exercise. My leg didn't bother me. Maybe it was just a burr or sticker last night.
My cousins, Elaine and Jay came over and they all went out for dinner after sitting around and chatting for a while. It had turned chilly enough for Nancy to wear a sweatshirt. They went to an Italian Restaurant (Olive Garden) and enjoyed the evening. Of course, I had to wait in the car. To tell you the truth, I was tired. We got up so early this morning and I was going all day. Aunt Dorothy says I'm Nancy's boss. She says she's never known another dog that could tell someone what they want the way I do. I agree that Nancy pretty much always knows what I want and need, but trust me I am not the boss.
Nancy took a lot of pictures. She finds it hard to believe that Aunt Dorothy is almost 20 years older than she is, but looks 20 years younger. Well, some people have all the luck. Isn't Tahoe, cute? I'm glad the surgery is behind her.
Elaine and Jay