When Papa Dick died I didn't think it was a good place to bring you, but wanted to spend time with family so off we went to Boston to leave you at Gammie's for a weekend. It was very hard to leave you because you would cry with new people. But by the end of the weekend you didn't want me to come home and instead became attached to Gammie. You got to play with tons of new toys and spend time with your cousins. At one point Auntie Sam and I heard you bark to copy Zippy.