Good News and Bad News

Dear Diary,

I have good news, bad news, good news... 

 then more bad news.  

The good news: Mom didn't have work today so I didn't have to watch the house.

The bad news:  She cleaned my ears.

Good news #2:  She gave me two choices.  A walk around the neighborhood or playing at the tennis courts.  I chose the latter.  I had a great time and got to meet a dog that looked a lot like my new friend Tessy!

Bad news #2:  I had to get my butt fur cut again cause of a certain mess that was left after I did potty.  I also had a good butt scrubbing.  Ick.

MORE BAD NEWS:  There's talk of a bath soon.  

 I'm going to take Sharon's advice and make myself small.  Very small.  Gracie.

That's Just Wrong

On Monday our Franchisee owner came to spend some time in the office.  He's a high pressure sales person who swears he's not.  His ways go against everything I believe in.  I had to bite my lip and listen to all of his demands.  

He made one lady cry by pressuring her into getting a hearing aid when she wasn't ready, then he wasn't even honest about what she could wear - trying to sell her a high end product.  That's just wrong. She canceled her order today.  

This guy boasts of his Christianity often and that troubles me.   I don't mean to judge him, nor am I in the position to do so.  But there is something unsettling about watching the way some professed 'Christians' treats others.  

 Matthew 7:20 Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.

A Bigger Bed

Dear Diary,

Okay.  So this is the thing.  In order for me to get comfy at night, I sometimes have to stretch out.  Way out.

If Mom and Dad have issue with that, then they need to get a bigger bed.  

Simple as that.  Gracie.