Watching the house has always been my job. I love my job. When I bark at passersby and the Mom (the nag) says, "Gracie! Quit barking!" I simply smile at her and say, "Just doing my job."
I have held this position for the better part of my 9 1/2 years. And now, a promotion.
Gracie Phillip, watcher of the girls.
The job has its perks. Cookie crumbs and candy breath.
Walks around our fenced in yard which I hate which I tolerate but do not understand since I usually run free...
Lots of laughs...
For them, not me.
Intimate conversation....
Lots of petting...
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| "Down a little, no up... up... to the left... ahhhh that's it.." |
And when the littlest cookie carrier says, "Grammy, can I take Gracie for a walk all by myself?"
I feel such dread...
But equally I feel so loved.
