While Daddy was working and Mommy was off exploring Manhattan, stalking celebrities, spending money from a paycheck she hasn't received yet, sleeping in fancy Hilton beds and drinking cappuccinos at the WRONG "original cappuccino" cafe-I spent the week in the country with both sets of Grandparents and Uncles. Although I got to run around the yards off-leash, I still spent my nights sleeping in my cold, metal wired crate, was home-schooled in dog obedience and worst of all had to follow rules.

At Grandpa and Grandma H's, I'm pretty much allowed to do whatever I want except for playing behind the TV-something about wires and cords. I think that is part of the fun. Other than that, the rules or more like guidelines are the same as they are at home-where I am in charge.

At Grandpa and Grandma C's house, it is a completely different story. First of all, Grandpa is in charge of that pack and even though he's got five other people underneath him, I'm pretty sure I'm second or third in charge. My Grandma and Uncles have nothing on me. Second of all, I'm not allowed on any furniture. I'm not even allowed to prop myself up to take a peak at who is up there to play with. Third, Grandpa always puts a treat in front of my nose, tell me to sit or lie down, then he'll walk away. It tortures me to stare at this treat in front of my face, sometimes I feel like stealing it when he is in the other room, but if I do that, then we repeat the whole scenario all over again. He also tried to get me to roll over. We'll see how that goes this week.

Anyways, my parents are home now but they won't be picking me up until the end of this week. That's OK because I still get a lot more freedom here in the country. I may have to sleep in my crate during the nights, but at home I"d be in my crate during the day while everyone is at work.

I hope they bring me back something cool!