Here Comes the Bride

Don't Ask!  

Yard Sale find.  50 cents.  Humiliating?  You bet!

Marry me, Gracie!

Got any cookies?

I'll find some...

Okay then.  I'll marry you...

Koly and Kelly's K-9 Kamp & INTRUDER!

It's week one of:

Gracie and I have been asked by Peggy at

http://peggyfrezon.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-here-koly-and-kellys-k9-kamp.html if we would like to participate.  

So.  The first Challenge was 60 minutes of walking together at a fast past.  Gracie said she was in.  

Me:  "Ok, Gracie...  now we can't be stopping and piddling around...  this is serious!"

Gracie:  "Yea, yea... okay okay... let's get going.  Put my harness on me already!"  *pacing back and forth*

Me:  "Good girl Gracie, you got your poop out of the way early.. now we can focus on a fast pace.  Let's go!"

Heads held high...  we walked..  and walked..  and walked..  

Gracie:  "Okay..  okay..  let's stop.  I have to catch my breath.  I think I'm going...  to pass...  out...  please let's rest..."

Me:  "Gracie!  You're not out of breath!!  You wanted to stop so you could cop a smell or two..  and left your leg and pee like a boy.  You're using this serious, exercise time for recreation.  Now let's go!"  

Gracie:  "I'm coming...  Geesh.  What an awesome trainer irritation you are!"  

Me:  "Twenty minutes, Gracie.  Give me a high five on that one.  Just two more twenty minute fast paced walks this week."

Gracie:  "Yea, there's your five.  Now can you do something about this intruder that's looking in our window?"

Plan B

Our Labor Day plans included bringing out the battery operated Barbie car for the kids to cruise around the yard, taking turns in the drivers seat.

But the rains came and reminded us that things don't always work out the way we would like them to... 

 and so we went to plan B.

Dear Diary,

Today was all about food.  There was good food and better food.  There were crumbs and there were entire portions of hot dog...  thrown to the floor, and they all had my name on it.  When the food stopped coming, I did what I had to do.  And then...  there it was..  the voice that  irritates me to no end reminds me of good doggie etiquette, making me the fine Cockapoo I was meant to be. 'Gracie, no!  Get down from the kids table!!  What is your problem?!'  Seriously... the only problem I see here is that she doesn't know how to enjoy life to the fullest...  Lucky for me, these kiddies love to feed me.  I can wait.  Gracie.

I hope everyone had a safe and fun Labor Day!