Mister Meets The Thing

Hi friends!
This was the best weekend ever! Well, mostly, but I'll get to all that. Anyway, this weekend, I got to go to one of my favoritest places: Grandma's house! I love Grandma's because she stuffs me full of treats and Mommy can't do anything about it. Yay!  Mom and Dad went on a date thing Friday night, so we left after my W-A-L-K on Saturday morning. We relaxed and watched football and Mom and I napped. That evening, I got a very special treat--I rode with Grandma and Grand-paw to pick up dinner...without my mommy or daddy! This is a very big deal for me since Mommy is my favoritest person ever and I don't like being away from her. But I was a very good boy and waited patiently with Grandma while Grandpa went inside to pick up dinner. I even gave Grandma kisses! That made her night.

Since I was at Grandma's, I didn't have to sleep in my crate and my people let me sleep in the big bed with them. Half-way through the night, we got up and went to a new bed though because there were some very naughty puppy dogs outside barking too much for the people to sleep. Mom and Dad were very glad I'm not reactive to barks. Anyway, we got a little more sleep and after breakfast, The Thing came over with my Uncle Ryan. The Thing is what I call Uncle Ryan's dog, Walter. He's a puppy puppy and has Skittles inside his head instead of a brain, so he's crazy. He had never even met a kitty cat before and couldn't understand why the ones on Grandma's porch didn't want to play. Mom says I have to teach him how to be calm and collected and pee with your leg up. I have my work cut out for me.

 This is me saying hi to Walter. I did not like him trying to play with me and told him so more than once, but he didn't get it. So the people brought us outside and we were much better.

This is Walt, Uncle Ryan, and me. Mom was very impressed that I let Uncle Ryan pet on me. I used to hate him more than I hated my daddy, but he wouldn't let Walter jump on me either, so I guess I'll keep him. Uncle Ryan that is. Walter can stay home from now on for all I care.

The worst part of the weekend was when I got left with The Thing for TWO WHOLE HOURS while everyone went to lunch. I stayed in my crate and The Thing was fenced in Uncle Ryan's room. I did not like that at all. But, when they were done eating, I got a very special treat--my great grandma and great grandpaw! Hooray! They feed me even more than Grandma! I let them love on me, too, so I guess I forgive everyone for not taking me to lunch. I am home now, back on my rightful place on the couch. Mom says this will be a very busy week. I don't know what that means, but she says I may be quiet on Twitter and everyone's blogs. Boo. I need to grow some thumbs, so I can take care of all that myself. Can I write my state representative about that?

Anyway, that's why this was the best weekend ever!