After four beautiful sunny days in Portland, the rain has come. We decided to spend the soggy day driving to Eugene to celebrate Gran daddy's 87th birthday. Of course Pabu, king of the cute puppies came along. He watched and slept and we stopped at a rest stop for a potty break, but he was a little hesitant. He didn't seem to like the wet grass too much. He was a good pooch and after greeting everyone settled down in his bed under the piano for a few minutes and then was out greeting all the cousins.

We enjoyed pizza and presents, and a trip down memory Lane. Gran looked very good and is getting around slowly, but surely. Grandaddy has really stepped up to the plate and takes good care of his wife of 62 years.