…to grandmother’s house I go. Or rather, over the freeway and through some traffic. I’m going to spend Christmas with my human grandmother and my aunt doggy. Mommy is visiting my human grandfather (whom I’ve never met, but whatever), and my human grandmother said that she would bunnysit. I’m stoked. I mean, I hate riding in the carrying cage, and I’ll be in a new place, and I won’t be near mommy. But, my human grandmother thinks I’m adorable (which I am, of course), and she’s super excited to bunnysit me. And, I know she’ll give me a whole bunch of nummy food. And, she’ll pet me incessantly-I’m all for that. So, I’m optimistic.