Poor Timmy. Timmy loves to take a bath, and always, always, cries when he's pulled out. Yesterday, Daddy got a bath ready for Timmy and put him in the tub. Then daddy looked at his diaper. Needless to say, some turdicles were floating around in the suds, so Daddy had to take Timmy out of the tub, empty the water, clean the tub, and re-fill it. Timmy was not happy. There's nothing like the promise of a bath, only to have it taken away before you get to enjoy it. Once the tub was re-filled, though, I gave him some extra time to play in the water.
Greta seems to be doing better. We were supposed to take her into the vet yesterday to get her bandage taken off, but she managed to gnaw it off herself. Her stitches look good, and those will come out on Thursday or Friday.
Bad news with the truck. The new fuel filter didn't solve the problem, so it's probably the fuel pump. We're looking into taking it into the Opel dealership so they can fix it.
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