Mom went out the other day and came home with this weird looking shoe on one of her feet. I asked her where her other new shoe was. She explained that there is only one, and it is a medical boot. (I was relieved, cause it is really ugly.) Anyway, she has to wear it and stay off her feet! So now Dad has to be Mr. Mom and take care of everything including me and Rosy. To help Dad, I suggested ordering in food so no one has to cook. Maybe Dad will take my advice and order pizza tonight. Paws crossed.