Day 3

OK, they take all the trouble to come after me, drive me to the North, (when everyone knows I'm a Southern Gentleman), and then I'll be darned if they don't go off to work and leave me alone all day. (Well, with the exception of coming home at noon to let me outside to do my 'business'). Anyway, I really think they should suspend all activities except for paying attention to me for the duration I am here, don't you? Granddogs are grand babies, too....

But I have to admit, they are really pretty goofy about me...But heck, who can blame them? Grandaddee has learned that he must be touching me at all times while sitting in his chair! And Drammie talked pretty silly to me.

Day 2

Me and my Grandaddee got up sort of early, but Dram didn't, so after I did my potties, I went back to bed with her. THEN, my mom called before she got on the airplane for London and woke us up! But we still had an OK day. They made me watch the Dallas Mavericks basketball game and we lost to Denver. That was no fun. But then, later we got to go for a ride in the car (with no rain this time!) and I got part of Grandaddee's ice cream cone. So, the day turned out all right! Also, did my guard stint on the balcony - I am keeping the lions and tigers far away from the Grandparents' house. Haven't seen even one since I got here!

Day 1

Well, on Saturday, I left my wonderful home in Houston to meet my Dram and Grandaddee in Centerville, Texas so they could transport me back north (all the way to Dallas!). They are keeping me while Mom and Dad go to London and Scotland for a delayed honeymoon. I love my grandparents, but I do NOT love storms or cars. We had a very DANGEROUS trip, because the worst rainstorm (Really, really - the worst ever!) in the history of Texas fell on our car almost the whole way! Oh, but I was so brave! I sat bolt upright in the backseat (well, when I wasn't trying to make sure Grandaddee wasn't afraid by poking my head under his arm and resting my head on his chest) with VERY big eyes and sort of a drippy nose! But we made it safely to Dallas, and my Dram (some dogs say Grammy - I say Dram) gave me a wonderful treat when we got home. My mom might read this, so I won't rat Dram out by writing down what it was.


Later that night, she sat on her bed and worked on her computer while I watched "Nature" on PBS. I am, in case you wanted to know, an extremely literate, cultured dog. I also stood on their balcony and made sure none of the piranahs or sharks in the swimming pool tried to get out. (They tried to tell me they were just leaves in the pool, but I KNEW BETTER!)


It rained some more, but I was snugged up right in the middle of the grandparents, so I wasn't at all scared. And neither were they, because I was there to protect them. We all slept pretty well.