Well, enough of the hoomans - back to my grandpawrents house stories. I did not run into any big bad wolfs at my grandpawrents - but I thought the title was catchy BOL.
One of my favorite things at my grandpawrents was their furniture. It was really tasty. Their wooden chairs tasted much better then ours at home. They must have a better quality dining room table then the mommy. I tried to chew those table legs as much as possible when the grandmaw was not looking. It was really great when she had to leave the house because she did not bring my crate to her house BOL - it was a chew fur all!!
I also played a lot of games while visiting the grandpawrents. It was so fun - whenever the grandmaw got on the phone or did not pay 100% attention to me I jumped up on her couch and knocked all 10936 pillows on the floor. It was so fun grabbing them in my mouth and tossing them down. Then the grandmaw would point her finger at me and put them all back. Then when the phone rang, we would do it all over again. BOL.
There were a few times that I felt kind of guilty. One day, we were walking on the leash and I like to walk in front plus I am very strong. I was pulling ahead and the grandmaw does not walk very fast. I smelled something really interesting in the bush so, I got real deep into the bush and the grandmaw tried to tug me out - my harness slipped over my head and I was free. The grandmaw lives on a very busy street and got all nervous - she tried to grab me and she fell on her bottom. I went to see if she was alright and she grabbed me. I think she thought she caught me but, I was really trying to see if she needed some help getting up. She was really mad at me that day.
Another thing about the grandpawrents house is they do not have a fenced in yard like I have at home. At home, the mommy opens the door and out I go on my own to do my business in private. The grandmaw wanted me to pee and poop while she was watching and I was on the leash. Doesn't she know a girl needs a little privacy? So I refused to go on the leash. We would walk (well I would pull her) and walk and walk and then when we came in I would find a nice private spot in the house. Seemed reasonable to me - she goes in the house.
Then, grandmaw started to have the grandpaw walk me at night - did they think I would go since it was dark? Not quite.
One day, I followed the grandpaw into the garage and did my business in there. After that, the grandpaw would just send me into the garage to go. That seemed like a good compromise. :)
I hope you enjoy my grandpawrents stories - I have more if you would like to hear them.
Loves from pugs,