(in alphabetical order to make it pawsitively fair).
First up is Grandma. She is mommy to our Mommy. Grandma lavishes us with gifts when she's here and tries to talk to us on the telephone when she's not here. When one of us is ailing, she'll call just to check up on us. If we sit at her feet and roll over for a belly rub, she'll slip her shoes off to make sure we receive the optimum massage from her feet! We love going to her house and visiting her. She doesn't complain (too much) when we crawl up on her white sofa for a nap. Dixie is especially fond of Grandma for reasons we'll keep to ourselves. It might embarrass Grandma to have those reasons splashed about in blogland.
Next is Mimi, mommy to our Daddy. Mimi doesn't get to visit as often as we would like. We've also never been to her house (Mommy cringes at the thought of our nails on Mimi's hardwood floors). To not be a dawg person, Mimi treats us quite favorably. Dare we say one of us might be her favorite grandawg? (No offense, Lucy, but the odds are in our favor with three of us here. However you do have geography on your side.) Mimi is known in these parts for the delicious recipes she has passed on to Mommy and for her gardening skills. We love it when Mommy fixes Mimi's chicken pot pie because we get to be on the clean up crew. Seriously yummy! And whether she knows it or not, Mimi has taught Mommy lots about gardening. While picking out flowers at a farm recently, Mommy was asked by the farmer if she had ever worked in a greenhouse because she knew so much about the plants. Good thing Daddy wasn't with Mommy or he might have keeled over dead from laughter. She responded that her black thumb had come a long way in fifteen years and it was mostly due to her mother-in-law! Mimi might have laughed too since her plant knowledge FAR exceeds Mommy's!!!
Mimi, we looked for pictures of you and Daddy, but none received his seal of approval. Please don't think we aren't giving you equal treatment or that we have a favorite grandmother . . . unlike you, who of course chooses us as your favorites! <wink, wink> Don't worry, we'll never tell.
For our own Mommy, we asked Daddy to pick up a little something for her. You know Daddy; if one bouquet of flowers is good, then FOUR will be better! He did a little grocery shopping on Friday and came home with lots of flowers. He said there were traps all over the store for men to pick up flowers. We're not sure why he didn't put some back when he found flowers he liked better, but he didn't! Daddy's allergies are now wondering why he was so foolish!
Daddy also picked up a card for us to give Mommy. He asked Dixie to deliver it; she's the only one of us who isn't paper crazy. Mommy knew what was coming, so she tried to capture a picture of Dixie. Dixie bypassed Mommy and ran straight to her crate!
Daddy said the card was so perfect that it could have been written by us. It gave Mommy more than a few chuckles. The parts about the tennis balls and squirrels are totally us!
We gave her a terrific new coffee mug and bacon flavored dawg treats. Hopefully she'll give those dawg treats to us . . .
Mommy was really surprised and touched by our thoughtfulness (and Daddy's). High paws all around! We hope both of our grandmothers have a terrific day!
Hunter, Dixie and Jenna