Dethroned

Dear Diary,

Friday night the Cupcake came to stay all night.  Don't get me wrong.  This little cookie muncher is a constant source of food for me and for this I am grateful. But geesh...  the attention that is usually geared towards me goes directly to her.  

Not good.

My home transforms from a doggie day care with squeaky toys and balls lying around to a toys r us as castles, Barbie dolls, easels and large plastic vehicles miraculously appear from one end of the house to the other.

Our usual walks that consist of 'ahhh look at how Gracie poops' and 'Gracie is the best thing that ever happened to us' are now 'Oh Cupcake, you're adorable with your hair like that' and 'oh how she giggles when Poppop makes her car go fast'.  

And that beat-up version of a Volkswagon bug she rides in.  Could it be any noisier?

The kid loves me though.  And I love her incredibly wonderful cookie breath.

I guess I can put up with her for a day. 

As long as she goes home tomorrow.

Troubled but somewhat optimistic,  

Gracie