Once again, my people went on vacation without me. They left "the dog" at a "dog ranch" while they went to someplace called DC. Apparently they did fun stuff and hung out with Grandpa. I like Grandpa. And Grandpa likes me.

Tonight--our first night back all together--the Lady made meatballs for everyone and she has promised two of them to me, although the Boy and Girl (aka vacationers) seem to think they require those meatballs being that they are "growing children." Puh-lease. Those two grow any more and they're going to need their own zip code. The Boy's feet are "size 13" now, which to me means soon I can crawl into his shoe boxes and have a nice, cozy hidey place...to eat my meatballs in peace...