“Well, this is a fine thing,” Mom said, getting out of the car with her hand in a massive pink thing. “I looks like I actually fractured my joint in my right hand, in the little finger.”
“Six weeks of PINK and metal on my hand” Mom explained as she bent down to pet me.
What is a six weeks, I wondered to myself; what is that heavy thing on Mom’s hand?
O………….purrrr………..turn over on my tummy……………..purrrr…keep petting Mom this feels good.
Mom scratches me under the chin. Then gets up. “Well, it’s going to slow down some things, but not going for walk with you, Mindy Lou Sue. Let me put my stuff down inside, then you and I can go for a walk. I think my mind NEEDS a walk.”
I jumped up on the lawn chair and waited.
Soon Mom was back outside—off we went.
Out to the chicken house
Over to the shed
Behind the woodpile
We took a small walk-about. I don’t get why Mom is worried, she can still pet me and do walkabouts. Life is still Good.
Mindy Lou Sue, Min-Min