Unfortunately, Mommy couldn't take any pictures because my sister Gracie was absolutely HORRIBLE!
Of course, I was on my best behavior and completely awesome. Like you didn't already know that.
Since Gracie doesn't travel well, Mommy wanted to leave her home. But when we tried to leave, Gracie got all drama queenish and started whining, crying and carrying on. Daddy felt so bad, he picked her up and in the Jeep she went.
Mommy sat in the back seat with us thinking Gracie would be better. She was dead wrong.
Three hours of crying, whining and barking. Every time Daddy slowed down, Gracie jumped up and started barking. It was even worse when he came to a stoplight!!
Then when Daddy stopped and went into Dunkin Donuts, Gracie went (as Mommy calls it) "batsh*t crazy!!" Mommy had to use a Greco-Roman wrestling move to subdue her.
Mommy used to be a MMA Cage Fighter!! Ummm, that's not true.
Anyway, I was awesome the whole time. Not a peep out of me. I sat on my pillow like a good girl, while Gracie's head spun around and projectile pea soup came flying out of her mouth. Ummm, that last part isn't true either. But I bet it would have happened eventually.
So here's the only picture Mommy took. It's of me and Gracie in our dog bed after we got home.