0617 pills?

I was doing some work at the desk today, when my father came by and put a ball of liverwurst in front of me (I actually like liverwurst). I asked what this was for. He replied, “It’s your pills. Mom wanted me to give it to you this way while she is gone.”

I told him, “I think this is for Jett (the dog). You’d better read the note and the pill bottle again.”

He disappeared for a few minutes into the kitchen. Then he came back, smiled and shrugged as he picked up the liverwurst ball and gave it to the dog. Jett gobbled it down in no time flat.


(sigh)