1. Rain. So much rain. Rainy rain rain all dang weekend.
2. I’m gonna need someone to explain why God made furry paws when rain turns the earth into a disastrous mucky mess.
3. We had some food stuff happen this weekend. Not exactly unusual around these parts because life with Gracie is oh so fun.
4. We got takeout on Friday. I could say something here about coming together to support local businesses during corona times but seriously, I just wanted some pizza and beer.
5. Fun fact about pizza: Restaurants will charge out the wazoo for gluten free crust. OUT THE WAZOO. Specials never apply. My pizza only comes in one size, you pay full price, and there’s a three to four dollar surcharge to make it gluten free.
6. I try not to feel bitter about this. Pizza is one of the few gluten free things I haven’t mastered at home so I try to see this as a splurge and embrace it. Well, “embrace” might be a stretch but I try not to moan and groan. Too much.
7. We’re a small family but we accept our differences. Two ordered a thin crust pepperoni, one ordered a regular pepperoni, two ordered breadsticks, then there was my gluten free. A medley of pizza deliciousness.
8. Right up until the moment I stepped into the kitchen to put up my leftovers. Someone had accidentally left my box on the counter and if there’s one thing Gracie can sniff out from a mile away it’s opportunity.
9. By the time I even registered the fact that it was indeed my pizza box Gracie had already thrown her paws up onto the counter, shoved her nose under the lid, and inhaled the last of the most expensive pizza in the damn room.
10. This dog, y’all. She is eight freaking years old and just as much trouble today as the first day she could reach the counter.
Riddle from the Middle 
Awwwwwww! I love your dog ❤
She's so cute 🙂
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Thank you! She’s a handful for sure but she’s a lovey.
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That’s just doggos 🙂
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Gracie is beautiful and obviously well loved, and no offense to her, but your post today is one reason I’ve always embraced the LITTLE dog. They beg like nobody’s business and who can resist the ‘sad’ puppy dog eyes, but by gaw, they usually can’t reach the counter.
NOW. It’s not to say that they aren’t sly and clever enough to find work arounds. Oh no. As a teenager we had one of a series of terriers – a Westland High White, who had the doggy equivalent IQ of Einstein. One Sunday my mother made my father his favorite pie for after church. Banana cream. She carefully set it in the middle of the dining room table thinking that it would be safe from the canine marauders that lived in our house. We came back from church and found an empty pie crust sitting carefully in the middle of the dining room table. Einstein de doggy had figured out how to get up there, I still don’t know HOW. He was banished to the backyard for the night, because he subsequently developed WMD grade gas and explosive diarrhea. I bet he’d have done it over, had he the chance though.
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No doubt because who *wouldn’t* devour the entire pie given the chance. 😆 It was the hubby who said he’d always wanted a BIG DOG when we got married. He grew up with toy poodles and dreamed of roughhousing with a big fur baby. He may have bit off more than he could chew with that one.
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She obviously has needs.
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Clearly. Because she’s living such a hard life here. 😆
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I can imagine. 😂
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I know, I shouldn’t be laughing, but that’s so funny – sorry. Bad dog Gracie.
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I KNOW. And I can’t even “bad dog” her because I was eternally traumatized by the movie UP. 😆😂
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But so darn cute!
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And she knows it too!
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She must be feeling left out!
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She sure does find a way to fix that fast. 😆
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