Last night around 6pm Dad calls me, kind of unusual I thought. He must have a question of me to ask? Here is how it started:
Dad-Hi this is your Father calling from your Mothers phone
me- uhhhhhhh yes it is
Dad-Your Mom is at a wedding and I noticed you called on her phone (caller ID)
me-well, I called after she told me about the visit with the vet, she said she would call back and didn't so I called her and did not get an answer. (I thought to myself that was a few days ago - and why did he have her phone, he has his own hummmmmmm?)She was telling me about the legs on Abbey.
Dad-yeah well I noticed it when she would go out to piddle and she would teeter and hop on her hind legs
*Pomeranian puppy 12weeks old has locked rear knees- she weighs all of 3 pounds*
Dad-Well she just chewed a hole in YOUR Mother's $8,000.00 carpet
There it was, that is why Dad called. He was in deep puppy doo doo along with Abbey
I think he called to tell me goodbye, I love you my child and in this 3000 square foot house there will be no place to hide when your mother gets home around 8pm.
I love you too Dad, you are soo funny
