Dear Diary, Since I can't see too good to write, Mom will place this entry for me. I'd like to talk today about how I used to hide when I was a puppy. I hid when I was in trouble. I know, I know. You are now asking what could a sweet, shaggy bundle of curly fur with beautiful, big, brown trusting eyes do bad? BOL. Well, plenty. But we won't get into that.
I still find myself getting lost hiding underneath furniture at times. Unfortunately, it's not from getting into trouble, Oh, that would be fun but rather - I can't seem to find my way. Yea. I know. Who would have thought my seventeen years would have brought me to this. I'm not ready to give up yet. I love cookies, steak and chicken, treats, walks, and to have my back massaged. Gracie
