My bladder has gone rogue. I had surgery almost four weeks ago, and I still leak piddle like a sieve, and I'm so embarrassed. I heard Mom say diaper the other day, and I don't think she was talking about the Reese-Baby. Speaking of the Reese-Baby, Mom made this adhorrible picture of me and the Reese-Baby all smooshed together. We are a few of her favorite things, so let's see what we look like as a dog-baby stew, right? She calls it Grace-Swap. She thinks she's so clever. Woof. I am Greecie.
Whoa. Thank goodness you're here. I made two very important stops the other month. The purpose of those stops will reveal itself shortly. Do you remember this?
And this?
Yeah, I'm way fatter than that now. What did you expect? My granddaughter was ready to come bursting forth from the womb at the moment I began typing this. And I've been gaining gran-pathy fat.
I want to eat The Cat. I want to eat The Cat so badly I think she would be the tastiest of morsels. My cat-eating plans continue to be thwarted. So I will wait. I will be patient, even though that is not in a Schnauzer's nature. I will give Mom, Dad, and Cat a false sense of security. Then I will make my oh-so-delicious move. Woof. I am Gracie.
It's obvious when a bowl is empty, right? It's a basic assumption we can recognize an empty bowl when we see one. Sometimes that empty bowl will stare us in the face, and yet, we look beyond it. At other times, that empty bowl will slap us in the face and demand to be recognized.
