Well, Dad's traveling for work again. This time we drive for 3 hours and stay with him in the evening and at night, but we stay with Aunt Jolene during the day. These cells are better 'cause we can be inside or outside by running through some plastic. Aunt Jolene's yard is smaller than Uncle Mike's in Manhattan, but it's still pretty big. Here's Tank letting off some steam after a long drive:
We've had several episodes of diarrhea in the apartment where we stay at night, so Dad's started us on a pretty bitter medicine. We've taken it wrapped in cheese but refused it in hot dog. Then Dad had a brilliant idea - he got some caramel magic shell, poured a base, froze it, put the pill on, froze it and covered it in more shell. We swallow that no problemo! Next he's trying fruit roll-ups. He makes our breakfast and dinner, so at least it's not just plain kibble.
