Grammamama

Mama got me all distracted with playing games and I totally forgot to tell you about my trip to see my grammama!

First of all, we were in the car for a really long time and no one would let me sit where I wanted. Mama was in the back with me, but I wanted to be up front. Then in back again. Then in front again.

What? I'm a puppy.

We FINALLY got to this place with really green grass and lots of sticks, but we passed all that pretty fast and went inside. I was super excited to be there (that's pretty much my MO) and I tried to race through the house but mama kept me on a leash. We wound through the house to where this lady who was lounging in bed in the middle of the day! And they wouldn't let me jump up! Believe me, I tried, but mama wasn't giving in.

Later the lady -- they told me SHE'S my grammama -- came into the living room and I got to climb all over her and give her lots of kisses. She wasn't mean like the lady in Mexico -- my grammama let me jump up and chew on her arms (but only a little) and then she started taking pictures.

I'm sorry, I really like her and all, but I cannot sit still for pictures. I think she eventually got one when mama tricked me into staring at a toy, but I'm sure it's blurry. It's a skill I have.

Grammama gave me lots of cuddles and even threw my tug-tug for me! I can't wait until we get to visit her again.