Chillin' at great-grandad's

I just love living here at my great-grandad's with my mum. (yes...I now blog with a British accent after all of the royal wedding festivities blaring from my mom's TV.)


Grandpa gives me pepperoni and salami and covers me in a towel as I sit beside him on the couch when he takes his insulin. And my mom and grandpa throw me my squeak toys and I run and jump and bounce all over the place (they have a big parlor!) being careful NOT to jump on grandma. Oh, that would be bad news. So here I am at great grandpa's. (btw...his name is Albert, too.)


Here I am with my "flea" toy.