On Friday Dad dropped me and Emma off at Grandma and Grandpa's house. He didn't tell me why he was leaving so I was perplexed for a few hours and a little bit grouchy to Grandma. Sorry Grandma! Then on Sunday Mom picked us up. We had a lot of fun with our grandparents but we really wanted to see Dad. When we got home Dad had this funny thing on his leg - I think Mom called it a Snake, no wait, an Ace, no that's not right - Oh I remember - it is a Brace. Poor Dad! Since he got home he has been laying on the couch and hasn't moved. Sometimes he even makes strange noises like he is hurt. :( I purred near him and he seemed a lot happier.
Later Mom and Dad were looking at his leg and this is what I saw:
I heard Mom and Dad talking and they said that Dad tore a ligament in his ankle at an Ultimate Frisbee Tournament in Calgary. I wonder if that means that he will be staying home with me for the next few days? hmmmm I sure hope so!!!!
2 comments:
Hey dude, your ankle looks like Michael Gorbachov's head!
Hmm I guess this means you won't be able to sprint away from waffles anytime soon...
We hope you are ok!!! That ankle doesn't look too good
John and Ruth
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