Mommy was healing so well from getting rid of that pesky gull batter but then someone hit her box on wheels and she got another owie. She had to see the scary white coat people again, and was gone all night and came home with more ouchies. Moosie was angry. I gave her lots of snuggles and even listened and stayed off her tummy. But I could tell something else was wrong.
Mommy had the ick. I could smell it. Daddy got it first though. He was coughies and his voice was all deep and scary like he was mad, but he just had the ick. He was so ick that his works said “NO MORE WORKING” and he got to come home and snuggle Moosie one day. That was OK.
Then Mommy started coughies, which made her tummy hurt. And all the coughies and all the ouchies made her head all warm (which was nice because when I snuggled by her head she was toasty). But she got the ick and had to go see more doctors and get more medicines. I am so glad I don’t have to take as much medicines as Mommy.
The good thing about Mommy and Daddy having the ick is that all they want to do is snuggles. I got to play spelunking all day today with Mommy and it was the best day ever. I don’t want Mommy and Daddy to have the ick anymore, but I like it when they are home and want to snuggle with Moosie.
I guess I’ll just have to save some of my biskies so that they don’t make them feel too much better…