Everyone was giving me extra loves and Mom was nervous.
I was right!
Mom had to leave me at the Little Rock airport at 4:30 the next morning.
I watched her walk away.
I was okay, though, because I trust her.
She told me that I was going to Grandma's house. This Grandma person sounded pretty amazing!
Somewhere up in the sky I heard them say "Atlanta".
"Atlanta" wasn't Grandma's because "Atlanta" wasn't any fun or cozy. It was loud and nobody even petted me!
The next thing I knew, I was up in the air again. This time I was headed to "BWI".
I had no idea what that was, but I was sure hoping that it was taking me closer to Grandma.
I had already been in my crate for almost 12 hours when my airplane landed.
More loud noises. More being jostled around.
And then I heard it... "Cheesecake!"
My name! Someone said my name!
But it was a man, not a Grandma.
Oh, it was the GrandPA! Mom told me about him, too!
Grandpa sounded so nice, and when he bent down to talk to me I knew he was good.
But I was still a little scared so I resisted coming out of my crate.
Grandma was talking to me just like Mom talked to me. But I was nervous.
But Grandpa finally got me out and I was so happy!! I was glad to get out of that crate. It smelled like a cow barn. I've never smelled a cow barn before, but Grandma assures me that it did, indeed, smell like a cow barn.
I knew this was good because these people cuddled me even though I was partially covered in poo.
So they must love me, right?