I could hear her screeching from the other room. Sometimes the sound of her voice goes right through me.
"Where's Gracie?"
Nothing.
"Where is she?"
Then Dad,
"I don't know... she's not outside is she?"
"N-o...."
I could hear her footsteps slowly walking toward the bedroom where I was playing hiding.
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| "Just paw-cuff me will ya... take me to the slammer where I belong." |
The words sounded something like this...
"WaWAAwaaWaahaahWaa.."
But I think what she was trying to say was,
"Gracie! You ripped your pee-pad up!" (I've never even used the darn thing. I think it's a joke, another one of those brilliant human ideas.)
And then her famous quote "Gracie what
is your problem?"
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| "Get outta my way woman! Can't you see I'm trying to watch out the window. Aren't you supposed to be on hiatus?" |
Trying to make amends...
Tonight we went for a walk IN THE DARK.
Not such a good idea.
Always remember. If it seems to good to be true, then it probably is.
A paw and ear bath followed, since I'll get a full grooming in just two days.
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| My dirty ear |
Enough of my drama.
I'll get even with her for what she's done!
Remember the book she wrote, sharing MY DIARY in Gracie's Diary: A Memoir?
Visit HERE on SATURDAY and download the Kindle version for FREE!
I'll show her!
Sleep sweet peeps!
And don't forget to
