I have met two more sets of older, white-haired, easy-going people this past month. There's a Grandpa and Grandma Belle (both makers of excellent breakfast with very few tomatoes), who live in a small place that overlooks the beach. ("Wa-tuh!! Wa-tuh!!") And then there is Grandma and Boo, who live in a place with lots of plants and a long driveway to ride my bike on as long as Eliza hasn't snatched it. All folks are very nice and are quick to pick me up and give me stuff, and are not as pushy about what I eat as Mommy and Daddy are.