She's Trouble

Right outside of my office window, tucked inside the rain spout, a new family of babies wait for mama bird to bring home supper.  It's been going on for weeks now.  The building of the nest.  The activity off and on there.  And then, the babies.  

I climbed a step-ladder and tried to get a shot.   Awe... a newbie.  

Where are your feathers little birdie friend?

 There's nothing like babies to usher in spring, right?

 Dear Diary,

There was an incident.  Outside.  On the back patio.  It was twilight and mom and dad were in the back yard doing something with that big pool of water back there.  Suddenly I began to chase a squeaky toy real live birdy friend on the patio and mom freaked out "GRACIE NO!"  she said.  She pushed me inside and then came in and began the interrogation.  "Was it a bird?"  I pleaded the fifth and stared straight ahead.  "Was it a baby bunny?"  I continued to stare straight ahead, ignoring her controlled and angry tone.  Hey.  I'm a dog.  I like squeaky toys and especially if they run fast and make noises.   Mom says I'm trouble.  She's trouble.  Gracie.

It's a Happy Birthday

 

Dear Diary,

Today is Mom's birthday.  She is older than dirt at sixty-one.  Lindsey is taking her out for dinner today and she said I could go  she didn't ask me I hope she brings home a doggie bag for yours truly.   I mean, come on.  Her heart belongs to the dog...   Disregard any gift from Dad of personalized propaganda that you may have witnessed at the beginning of this blog post.   Gracie.

Important

Some things in life are just.  Important.

Like visiting my sis and taking her some big candy for her up-and-coming birthday this week.

And celebrating my own up-and-coming birthday at Rocky Gap with the love of my life, 

my husband.

Thanks Rocky Gap for the free birthday buffet/dinner!!

And then, going upstairs at the Gap and putting fifty bucks in my favorite Wizard of Oz slot machine and almost doubling my money....

And then.  Spending time with the grands.

Jungle Book.  

 

Yep.  Some things in life are just.  Important.  

Dear Diary,

I'd like to take this time to bring it to your attention, dear diary, that my needs and wants and desires are absolutely last on the list of things for Mommie dearest and daddy darling to be doing at this point.  No.  No dog projects.  Only things like building a deck for the swimming pool.  A screened in porch.  Flowers in the yard, a new golden ear in the front yard, and vacation plans which do not include the dog. See what I mean?  I see nothing that screams out let's see what we can do for our loving, beautiful cockapoo.  Whatever.  Gracie.