This evening Tilly is making the big trip out to Abbotsford. She will spend 8 nights with my mom and Wayne, who will spoil her rotten. I tell her about it, but she doesn’t react other than to squeak for a treat. Although, now that I think about it, maybe she associates trips to the grandparents with treats. I can’t imagine why, though. 
I am sad to report that my mother is a soft touch when it comes to my pets. Certainly, she’s much easier on my small furry creatures than she ever was on her own. I am also pained to report that she treats them to far more sympathy than she ever showed for her children. Of course, she doesn’t have to live with my pets, and she doesn’t expect them to grow up and get jobs. Plus, I already had a grandmother, who had a healthy respect for the place of sugar in a child’s diet. So, my needs were met in other ways. 
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