GROWING OLD WITH GRACIE

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Western Maryland, United States

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Lying is Wrong!


I know lying is wrong.  But I do what I have to do to keep my pup from becoming literally sick at heart when we go away overnight.  

(At the mention of us going on vacation 
 she will go outside and puke)

Saturday morning:  

"C'mon, Gracie.  Let's go outside,"  I said.  

The minute the door was closed we filled our suitcases and threw everything out on the porch like nothing was happening.  Just another day...  

la~de~da

When I brought her back inside, she was none the wiser.
"We have to go to work now," I lied.  

I guess she realized later ~ when Lindsey and Rissi came over to take care of her that we had pulled a fast one.

Where did we go, you ask?

We went to Pa. where I attended a bridal shower for my beautiful stepdaughter Stacy who will be getting married at the beach in September.  Can't wait!!!  

Stacy and Dad
Today, our local newspaper hosted a Senior Jubilee Expo at the Mall.  We were scheduled to set up there... so it was an early morning out of the house.  I could tell Gracie thought we were pulling another fast one.  She watched computers being stuffed into cases and looked a little disturbed that we'd be leaving again.


We gave away pens...


Candy, bags, and hearing aid batteries.


And then, look who stopped to visit!

My Cupcake

and my Summer Love...


Meanwhile...  I could hear thunder outside and the rains came..


I thought of Gracie at home alone.  I hoped she was not too stressed.  After all, we were only 5 minutes away.


So after the expo, we hi-tailed it home to our pup.


Dear Diary,


Tricked.  Abandoned.  Left to my own devices till Lindsey came and fed me and Cupcake gave me fresh new water and wrote on the porch with chalk.  It was only one night. I forgive.  But I'm scarred for life.  I do not trust.



Today.  Suitcases.  Computers.  pack....  run... go..  goodbye gracie,  be back soon. and i should believe this because...???   thunder. lightening.  rain.  fear.  alone.  Mom:  Why did you poop and pee on the kitchen rug, Gracie?  Me:  It wasn't me. 
Two can play this game.