Monday, September 24, 2012


Dear Diary,

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...  


I'm Writing

I'm writing again!  It frees my soul from bottled up thoughts and memories.  This book will be titled GROWING OLD WITH GRACIE.  Every ...