When I say, "Grandmom and Pop Pop are here," Pettigrew charges the back door. If only I could claim credit for training him to do this! But Pettigrew knows that phrase means a guaranteed dog treat and the chance to lick Grandmom's tasty hands.
Pettigrew's idea of the promised land is our second floor. He's not allowed up, but somehow finds his way more often than I care to admit.
Pettigrew is a social butterfly. I only wish he waited for us to join him before venturing out on his visits.