A Few Weeks at Camp Grandpa

As NotThat has recognized, there is indeed a dog in the Plotniks' picture, at least for several weeks. It has been a few years since their GrandDog Mischief spent a holiday at Camp Grandpa and he loves it up here. At The Great Plotnik World Headquarters there are new trees to sniff, new puddles to investigate, new kittens to terrorize, a back yard filled with green hiding places for various varmints that he can dream about catching, and, also, no small human to sneak up on him from behind while he's taking a pleasant afternoon nap.

The Great Plotnik truly loves walking him in the morning and evening, because the boy gets so excited! Ooh! The leash! Oooooh! The plastic bags! Ooooooooh! It must be...it could be...it IS! Another WALK! Ar-roooooof!!

Meanwhile, the Isabella on Red Sofa collection is expanding.





The Great Plotnik has really gone around the bend with Belly. When she eats the carnitas out of his taco he feels like he's helping feed the planet. Holding her helps him figure things out. It's weird, but true.



She makes everybody feel that way.



The house is empty of family now, except for The Great BZWZ. She had the flu for a few days, but has recovered. Now she can spend the next few days sending in grad school applications and seeing her Saint Plotnikian friends. Plot and Duck are really happy she's still here.