International Man of Mystery

Buongiorno, Italia! Last week, mommy booked a trip to Italy for us! I can't wait to go, but she tells me that I will have to wait until the end of October. In the mean time, I will have to brush up my Italian. Even though I've technically already been to Italy, I don't really count it because I was inside of mommy--and she didn't even know I was there. This time, I'll be crawling or maybe even walking, and I will even have my very own passport! Needless to say, I think I am pretty cool. My grandparents--every last one of them--strongly object to my becoming an international bebe at such a young age. Personally, I think they are protesting only because each one of them secretly thinks he/she will get to keep me if mommy and daddy leave me at home. Fat Chance.

I practiced traveling this weekend when I went to a wedding in Pennsylvania. It was a lot of fun when mommy and daddy let me stay up late on Friday night...but not so much fun when we all paid the price the next day. Mommy at least was able to make it to about 45 minutes of the six hour reception.

We returned home early this afternoon after picking Winnie and Tuffy up from Happy Tails. They are clearly drained from their weekend at doggie day care and have not moved since coming home - not even to look for kitty cats outside. I gave daddy his father's day presents, which he seemed to like (but clearly was a little disappointed that I hadn't sprung for the $700 golf academy weekend he wanted). Now, I'm going to head upstairs for a nap in my very own crib (something I missed while I was away) and dream about floating through the Venetian canals in a gondola. Only four and a half months to go!