I find it fascinating how dogs have different relationships with different members of the family.
Gracie L-O-V-E-S her Daddy. The minute he gets home from work she races to the toy basket to present him with Ozzie, Shelly, or Johnson. All toys that we have named over time.
Tangent: Am I the only one that has names for all the toys? I can’t help it. Her first toy was Monkey and I really had a special fondness for Blue Cow, who we found on the street during one of our walks. The smaller the toy the better so she can hide it in her mouth so that no one sees it. I love that girl.
Anyways, it takes a lot to get my better half in front of the camera, but I begged and pleaded for a little modeling while I was renting the lights. We tried to get Gracie to sit like a nice girl but she wasn’t having any of it. So although you probably didn’t notice it at first, you have to appreciate the death grip he has on her chest. She took advantage of the moment to give Dad a big stinky kiss. We love her.

by Erin
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