tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77974961501490006872024-12-18T19:24:38.699-08:00Woof WordsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-15836546535133982262012-03-05T09:57:00.004-08:002012-03-05T09:57:40.377-08:00High atop...
hummm...there seems to be some sort of human lying on my couch....
I have conquered the mountain...now if only I had a Gracie flag to set up...
never mind...I'll just take a nap instead
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-1658831380654200302012-02-05T11:51:00.000-08:002012-02-05T11:51:46.491-08:00there must be a setting...there must be a setting on here for food...if i could just get my paws on it for a second...
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-53069499149399912042012-01-30T12:17:00.000-08:002012-01-30T12:17:46.795-08:00must be nice...There is a park sitting in this backyard. Let me repeat - there is a PARK sitting in this backyard! Why am I the only one excited about this? You're all sitting around shmoozing over lunch and i am simultaneously at someone's home and at a park! This is incredible!! So maybe it's just a huge backyard but it definitely has the park de jour...still there's something missing...hang on...it'll come Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-14301856337153028002012-01-17T12:12:00.000-08:002012-01-17T12:12:46.948-08:00finger pointingIt's not nice to point fingers. We don't like to blame or shirk responsibility but really, we're going to. Because we had absolutely nothing to do with this...
Call it a misunderstanding. Call it a communication break down. Call it a disaster.
Either way, we're biding our time and waiting for the hair to grow...
Do you think if we stare at the claws, the hair will growAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-21688321367402367162012-01-17T12:08:00.000-08:002012-01-17T12:08:33.232-08:00A day...Let's have a chat, shall we?
New ground rules.
You may not take me to the groomers to get a bath on Monday followed by a haircut Tuesday AND getting my teeth cleaned.
One trauma per day please.
Are we clear??Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-34261625321954810452012-01-07T11:49:00.000-08:002012-01-07T11:49:24.125-08:00Conversations<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-30443755780391317412012-01-02T11:22:00.000-08:002012-01-02T11:22:41.667-08:00New Years Resolutions...maybeFor 2012, I, Gracie Joy, resolve to:
Come when called except when i find something really good to sniff or eat, in which case I'll come when I'm good and ready...ie when the food has all been eaten
Cover you with puppy licks for as long as you'll leave uncovered skin in my presence
Be exuberantly overjoyed every time you walk in the door even if you've only been gone long enough to switch theAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-70525820047574052752011-12-26T13:00:00.000-08:002011-12-26T13:00:02.822-08:00one more thing...
Don't even think about buying this....ever ever ever!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-49939447928388454232011-12-26T11:42:00.000-08:002011-12-26T11:42:41.707-08:00I thought I was clear...
Puddles...good.
Water to drink...good.
Rain...not so much.
Apparently I forgot to mention that it's not okay with me to lure me outside with promises of a walk and then cart me straight over to the groomer for a bath!
So just so we have it straight.
Rain...not a fan.
Bath...worse than a thunderstorm.
Are you clear? Crystal?
Good then.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-11288786915855135392011-12-25T12:41:00.000-08:002011-12-25T12:41:38.721-08:00It's not about the gifts...kindaI swear, I'm not that materialistic. Really, I'm a dog. How much stuff could I need? (My mother is muttering something in the background about treats and coats and poop bags and food and grooming and vet bills but we'll just ignore her.) I'm perfectly happy with a good tummy rub and a long trip to the park in lieu of wrapped presents. And I definitely am not a fan of the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-4598688652417873862011-12-21T12:34:00.000-08:002011-12-21T12:34:02.105-08:00Lost! Please return to Israel. Large Reward<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-6514871018524157142011-12-18T11:19:00.000-08:002011-12-18T11:20:26.956-08:00Are you talking again?
Like I’ve said before, I have limited resources. Licks to give kisses, tail wags to
convey happiness, entire body wriggles to impact absolute joy, jaws with which
to grab my treats along the way, as well as to fetch my plethora of stuffed
animals. I bark rarely and
randomly, usually at men in hats and things with wheels. That’s pretty much all I’ve got. So most of my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-62582859488717147352011-12-18T10:56:00.000-08:002011-12-18T10:56:02.039-08:00It must be getting close...I can feel it looming...the rainy afternoons combined with muddy parks...
Every time she starts to run the water for her shower, i hide under the desk. I just know she's itching to do it.
Hold out! Don't do it!! Fight the urge!!
But bad news is a-coming any minute now... I can feel it. If not now, then for sure this afternoon...
It's B-A-T-H time!!!
Crap, this desk-disguise just isn'tAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-60083417889995520212011-12-17T11:48:00.000-08:002011-12-17T11:49:13.933-08:00Long-distance kissesIt's my favorite uncle's birthday today and I'm at a loss. No matter how much i lick the phone, it doesn't seem like my gift is getting through. Houston we have a problem!!
I have limited resources here: no credit card, no job, no cash of my own. All i've got is my extraordinarily long frog-like tongue with which is cover you with kisses, and this long distance thing creates somewhatAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-89490640826890674912011-12-15T13:20:00.000-08:002011-12-17T11:40:46.704-08:00Just so we're clear...When I say we have a communication breakdown what I mean is that she needs to come over to my way of interpreting. We're at the park and we're sticking with my definition!! Come = sometime in the next ten minutes... Just so we're clear.
Oh, and "LEAVE IT RIGHT NOW" means wolf down the chocolate cake and then trot over and lick your faceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-34458089362361168382011-12-15T11:20:00.000-08:002011-12-15T11:20:29.608-08:00Big trouble<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-53394202429438164172011-12-12T10:46:00.000-08:002011-12-12T10:46:52.487-08:00RainI like water to drink.
I like puddles to splash in.
I like ocean waves to run beside.
Rain? Not so much.
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It seems like a silly question to me. Maybe I’m missing something. Asking yourself “Where are you”?? Hello…sitting
right here waiting for you to feed me, drop food, give me treats, or pet
me. What do you mean “where are
you”? How do you lose yourself? I’ve mastered this one. I’m never lost, despite what my mom
might say about me wandering out of eye sight. I’ve gotAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-68718495137271906282011-12-05T16:55:00.001-08:002011-12-05T16:58:19.721-08:00Lost: one Bubby Ida. Large Reward<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797496150149000687.post-39962501906067143552011-11-29T10:10:00.001-08:002011-12-01T11:11:51.042-08:00My beef with J-Street
She’s more of a fan of Israel than I am. To me, Israel was the place that stole
my mommy for over a week where she got to make new friends, see amazing sights
and fall in love with a new land, and I was left at home. Needless to say, not all that
enthusiastic about the country myself.
But it seems I’m in good company judging from the book we finished last
night. Or Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06792212805746565017noreply@blogger.com0