When my mom, Wendi, and my dad, Bobby, decided to spend their December vacation at home, they called it a "staycation." Being a dog, I didn't know what that meant. But after spending almost every day with them since December 3, I now know it means plenty of naps and belly rubs. You might not realize this, but I am a dog who likes predictability. I know that when Mom goes to work, I can hang out with Dad for a little while on the bed before he gets up and moving. (I think I heard them say … [Read more...]