Day 8 (No day 7 - sorry about that!!!)

Well, it's Saturday afternoon, and the grandparents finally came home. They SAID they were having brunch with Aunt Erica and Uncle Jay to celebrate Aunt Erica's birthday, (even though her birthday was in January) and an early Mother's Day celebration for Dram.

I was a little suspicious because I was just sure I smelled Another Animal (dramatic music here) on their hands when they came back! But they showed me my new leather halter they got for me at the pet store and explained THAT was what I smelled. So they are forgiven.

For the moment.

I'm telling them to get that halter on me and let's go for a walk right now! But Dram says she's a little tired and needs to wait a little while. Too bad! She should have thought of that before she offered to keep me for 2 weeks, right?

My Vet visit to Dr. Carter went extremely well. I charmed him, just like I charm everyone. He says I'm in great shape, with just a couple of little things to do (teeth, some joint supplements, etc.). He also said he is more than ever convinced that I am about 6 years old. Oh, for those of you who didn't know, I am a Rescue Dog - my Mom and Dad got me from the Greater Houston Golden Retriever Rescue Society (GRRH) about 5 years ago. That's a great organization, let me tell you!

Better yet, let me SHOW you!

PRETTY HANDSOME, WOULDN'T YOU SAY?

Mama and Daddy, take a look at me! See how happy?

The Grandparents are taking good care of me, so don't worry!

Just be sure you bring Dram something wonderful from Scotland.

(sorry - she made me write that....)