Monday, January 3, 2022


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