Pk adores her grandparents and Dh and I are thrilled. I only got to know two of mine because my father's mother passed away before I was born and my mother's father died when I was two. They were all gone by the time I was 12. Dh's family emigrated from England (immigrated to Canada - I get emigrated/immigrated confused...) when he was young and he only saw his grandparents a very few times after that. My kids are lucky to have all four still around (and hopefully they will be for many years to come) and reasonably local (mine are an hour away, Dh's are about 2 1/2 hours) so they are an active part of their lives. We feel very lucky.
(I find the glowing eyes on the dog slightly alarming :-).