Well, they made it back, and found me almost a pound heavier than when they left! I guess I was pretty well cared for while mom and dad were gone, and I think they're officially onto me.
You see, they've had this sneaking suspicion that they've gone overboard, spoiling me once they get a hint that I may not like a particular food.
I'm supposed to eat only a specific kind, because of my kidney issues, and I usually take a bite or two and that's it.
The stuff I ate while at the hospital did me just fine for those three days, but I won't eat it at home. They've been going out of their way to try different brands/flavors/textures, which I've learned to take advantage of, but they realized that the stuff they left for the guy who took care of me to feed me was more than sufficient, and I even gained weight!
Anyway, I'm still kicking, but I tend to wobble more lately, and I'm not doing such a great job cleaning myself up after eating.
Mom and dad had a few days of fun and relaxation while down in Myrtle Beach, but this post is about me, not them.
I was happy when they walked in the door Saturday afternoon, and I couldn't wait to curl up on someone's lap once they got settled. I'd kind of made a mess with my food, especially the dry crap they make me eat, but once they got unpacked and cleaned up after me they focused on my comfort.
Mom had some organizational stuff to do (she's the brains that keep us running), and I just couldn't wait for her to finish, so she let me do my thing while she was working.
I got in my lap time with dad as well, but God knows you've already seen enough pictures of that.