Wednesday, April 3, 2013


Gracie here.  

I've been promoted!  

Mom said I'm lousy at my job of watching the house because I bark at everybody and everything.  
So she has promoted me to babysitter.

Now this little cookie carrier might seem sweet and innocent to you...

But trust me... she's always looking for trouble.

That's where my services come in...  

 One look at me and she turns away from her ornery obsession and comes over to pat my head and say "N-I-C-E".

 The fringe benefits of this babysitting job are beyond awesome.

I'm not sure what Puffs are, but they are tasty.

And the kid loves to share.

As a matter of fact, she'd rather share with me than eat her food herself.

The nag Mom says if I continue to beg Short-Stuff for food, my job as babysitter will be short lived.

I can't think about her threats though.  I have a job to do and I always put every effort into doing my job well.

And as a result, we have a happy, healthy kid.

Short-Stuff and I had a talk.  She told me if I eat her yucky hotdog, she'll make sure to keep you-know-who busy with her cute-stuff so that I don't get yelled at.

She's a pretty smart kid ya know.  And I think between the two of us we can handle you-know-who and rise above her ridiculous threats.