Shmoogie was very excited to go. A week of undivided grandparent attention, I could see her thinking, yippee!
Bayboh thought less of the plan. "Is Shmoogie back?" he asked in the afternoon, hearing the dog bark at the door. "But can we go get her?"
In the morning, realizing the school routine wasn't happening, he saw another chance. "Is Shmoogie coming back?" he asked. "Can we go pick her up?" Informed that Shmoogie had camp today, out by DiDi and PaPa's house, he asked brightly, "Can I go to camp wiff her?"