Dear Diary,
Summer's are all the same. Hot sunny days, Frontline, intruders in our yard, and pictures everytime I turn around. It's always, "C'mon Gracie... I'll take you for a walk but then we're going to get a picture." or "Hey Gracie... Say cheese. " Cheese?! I'll take a hunk of cheese... but please don't ask me to say it, lady. A dog can only do so much. Grrrrrrr... Gracie
PS Can I have that cheese now?
