|Me, as a pup|
I feel like a puppy again. The days are cooler and I'm loving it. Mom says I'm much more active. She says autumn has brought me back to life.
I love the fall smells and mom laughs when she hears me snorting.
I. Can't. Help. It.
Today is a special day. It's my birthday. And though I'm feeling like a puppy I'm really 8 years old today!!
Seriously. I don't look that old, right?
I'm not sure why there's such a big deal about birthdays around here. But I'm not about to question these weird traditions. All I know is.. Today I went to Dairy Queen and got ice cream AFTER I went to the tennis courts to RUN!!
"Gracie's Special Day", according to mom.
Dad wasn't happy because I drooled on his good shirt.
But I got my ice cream, and that's all that really matters.
After a short wait... of course...
And then the prize...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!