[Gracie decided to do her own post today.]
This is the story of one day when my Mom and I were in the backyard.
And then my Dad came home.
. . . . . .
I like it here.
I am usually either peering through the fence (right) or spooking out at some inanimate object in the yard.
But then I hear Daddy’s car and I run to the slider to see him come in. Can you see my tail wagging? If he doesn’t let me in quick enough than I slam my paw on the slider until he lets me in.
Hey. No fair. You are on your cell phone talking to someone else when you should be paying attention to me. It’s all about me!
He tried to get some privacy but I kept pacing back and forth. That usually works because I am so big he can’t ignore me.
Finally he stopped in one place and started to pet me. But I always get itchy and my Mom calls this the “Three Legged Dog”
I love my Dad.
Mom loves our feet.
I am waiting patiently for a cookie (My Mom loves this shot a lot)
I think I have a pretty good life. Don’t you?