This is a different friend from work who is gran[-dog sitting.

Day 1 at Grandma's: I have now marked every possible board on the fence, leaf on the plants and grass on the lawn that I can.
Day 2 at Grandma's: I have now done recon in the yard. I have scanned the perimeter several times and can find no means of escape. I will not give up.
Day 3 at Grandma's: I figured out how to get around a baby gate (you fools) and have found my way to the kitty litter box...and then I got put in detention.
Day 4 at Grandma's: I have a nemesis. It is a cat. I remember these lowly animals as dangerous to my eyeballs...and this one keeps wandering by, seemingly aloof,but I know she is evil so I bark at her just to keep her at bay.
I had an accident in Grandma's kitchen. I was horribly embarrassed. I don't know what they expect when they give me special treats. I thought at first I was returning the favor, but the response told me I should run into my crate. Good thinking.
Day 5 at Grandma's: I have found a very fun thing to do. My sister, Sweet Pea and I sit on Grandma's lap which causes my nemesis, the cat, great consternation. Each time she gets close I let out a low growl and then smile. She knows better than to chance it. My Uncle Rocky is fun to play with but Uncle Tank and I know to avoid each other. Apparently, I irritate him even though I can't imagine why ... since I am so special. I know I'm special because I heard Grandma say so.
I have decided 2 things: 1. I am thankful that there are no cats at my house. 2. While visiting Grandma's is not terrible...I miss my mom.
Must post SELFIE!

*GRINS*
Best people in the world to work with.

Prompt in a poem.

It is real easy to see where this could go. We are Borg. Or maybe this is where past lives memories arise from.