Dachshund Chronicles: Staying w/Grandparents

Another random Toto story (1974-1984 first family pet) Normally when we were going out of town for the weekend, we'd leave Toto with my parents. Like most animals getting in the car meant one of two things vet or fun. He was a smart little fellow. The Vet was only two blocks from home which took about 5 minutes. After a few extra minutes in the car, he knew he was headed for FUN...aka over the hill and through a few lights to Granny's house we go. Toto had my parents wrapped around his itty bitty tiny red paws. He loved his Mighty Dog food except when he was with them. All of a sudden it became the worst food. He would go on a hungry strike. He knew my mom would go to McDonalds to buy him a plain hamburger 2 times a day. Thankfully she did not give him the bun. This is the same woman who told me my daughter, her only grandchild, would eat something when she got hungry enough. Talk about spoiling, it was the dog she spoiled not the child.

Note: picture is just for color....Mom liked the chair