When we got to Grandma & Grandpa's, Grandpa was on the deck in the hot tub. Yes, it was 20 degrees outside, but hey, that's Grandpa. And he had news. He told us he had gotten a dog. Jack and I were unsure of this development. 1. Another dog equals less food for us and 2. Another dog equals less attention-slash-petting for us. I had a third concern: another dog equals more dogs trying to eat me.
We came in the house and we were greeted by this:
His name is Silent George. Grandpa named him.
And look at this:
And here he is just lurking about on the back of the chair while I mind my own business on Uncle Michael's lap:
And now he lives with Mom & me. Yeah, thanks a lot, Grandpa. He has to live on the window seat in the bedroom though because Mom says I will try to tear him open and eat his insides. She's probably right. I do love stuffing! So he just sits there and taunts me. Silently, of course.