Piper did the scary drunk-walk-collapse thing at the park again yesterday :( This time, it wasn’t even hot outside, and she hadn’t even been doing much. Exercise security levels have reached an all time high, and I’ve become extraordinarily paranoid about how much fun she is allowed to have. She’s starting to hate me.
I’m beginning to think it’s a plot hatched by the ever diabolic Woo.
Mwa ha ha … my plan is working … soon *I* will be the favourite.
You think I’m kidding?? Today he attempted a bold coup de grace – he tried to take out the Mad Teeth ™ with The Flamboyance ™
Is that what that was?? Ho-lee CRAP!
The next time he pounced …
… she was ready for him, and executed her escape plan successfully.
He was a little shaken up.
What the hell happened to my plan to overthrow the overlord?
But he vowed that next time … next time he WOULD be king.
Tweed, bless his simple little soul, is not interested in politics.
Duh?
If it takes away from ball time, it’s a Bad Thing.
You throw.
I catch.
So easy, right?
Tomorrow we trial. Tweed is an old hat at this of course, but Piper is pretty new to the whole thing. I am sure that she will have some unique perspectives on the art of taking the obstacles I suggest she take :) Wish us luck!
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