mariic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- fur is flying... Raising kids is hard. Even furry ones. I got really mad at the new greyhound (Gracie) this morning. She woke me up at 5:30…and wanted to go out. So being the good mom, I put on my sneakers and head outside. I am tired, I am grumpy…I want to be sleeping in on the only day I get to. Guess what? The damn dog won’t pee. Just looks at me like “why are we walking around in circles, and what does ‘go potty’ mean?” Ugh. So I pitched a fit. Went inside and punched the bed a few times. Poor Holly, she thought I was mad at her. She knows to stay out of my way when I am having a temper tantrum. Gracie just stood at the foot of the bed and stared at me. A few hours later we try again. Still no potty. A couple hours later again…still no. I finally do the meanest thing I could do to that damn dog. I left. Went to go see a movie with my mom and did a little shopping (bought doggie treats at Three Dog Bakery). Holly knows that bag…as soon as I walked in the door she was all over me. Gave the girls their goodies and went for a LONG walk…and Gracie did her business. Finally! Then we snuggled on the bed. Gracie smells really good. She also has a great kissy spot. I know it may not sound that way, but I am pretty crazy about her. Except when she is eating the blinds…or my books…or the furniture…or… Have you ever tried to brush a dog’s teeth? Like bathing a hummingbird. 6:00 p.m. - 2004-05-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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