I didn’t even know an eyeball could do that. Yikes.

Gracie gets a lot of play on RFTM.  Not because I’m amping up her antics – if anything, I might be playing them down so we don’t look like totally irresponsible pet owners – but because I find writing about her cathartic.  Somehow being able to send “my dog ate my lunch, a sponge, and half the kid’s shoe” out into the universe helps keep the pet crazy in perspective.  It helps me remember, no matter what nonsense she throws my way, Gracie’s lovey doveyness more than balances the scales.


Plus she’s never actually needed ER intervention.  Which is more than I can say for these two.


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well deserved canine notoriety (you can call her Gracie Baby)

So it seems Gracie’s famous, and why shouldn’t she be?  Furry, cuddly, adorable, with energy to spare and big brown eyes that melt even the hardest heart.  She’s famous for much more than her looks though.  Gracie’s ability to devour everything from household items to massive amounts of food is a big part of her notoriety.

Well, that and the fact that we haven’t tossed her out the front door yet.

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Report vs. Reality: doggy day care style (spoiler alert – my dog steals your dog’s food)

We have the best kennel ever.  I won’t lie, geography is a huge positive.  It’s awesome that they’re right down the street, but it’s really the people who make it special.  Those folks love my dogs as much as I do, and believe me…Gracie and Phoebe know it. 

These two scamps spend time in doggy day care while they’re sleeping over at Mike’s place (as I like to put it), and without nanny cams I often find myself wondering where the real truth lies in how they did during their stay.

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Bear’s nicknamed her “Hoover”

Gracie’s been busy as ever.  Playing with BrightSide, going for walks with the kids, romping with the other dogs at doggy daycare while we’re out of town…and managing to wreak her own special brand of havoc when the chance arises.

Here’s what our girl’s been up to since her last update:

**  A bowl of turkey chunks.  Sadly (for her), Gracie didn’t have enough time to eat them all.  As a compromise, she contented herself with devouring a few pieces while licking everything in the bowl.

**  Tissues.  Tissues, tissues, always with the tissues.  Kleenex ought to be paying us dividends at this point.

**  Bear’s Sunday School craft.  You know those crafts kids present proudly when you pick them up from the classroom?  The ones they worked diligently on after learning the day’s bible story?  Yep.  That was the craft Bear left sitting on the entryway table and sure enough, that was the craft Gracie carried behind a chair for gnawing.

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when canine hijinks cause property values to drop

I can admit it – I’m ridiculous when it comes to these dogs.  I mean, Gracie eats anything that’s not nailed down and Phoebe can be as jealous as a toddler.  In the end, though, it doesn’t matter what havoc these guys wreck.  I’m like a cult member who’s drunk the Kool Aid.  Dogs Rule.

And yet, when I look around this house and see the damage they’ve done…well, there are days it’s a miracle I haven’t thrown them out the front door and said good riddance.

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soaring wild and free, fluffy ears flapping in the breeze

Some moments are etched indelibly on my memory.  The day I looked at BrightSide and knew, way down in my bones, that I loved him.  The morning I fell into T-man’s liquid brown eyes and discovered an entirely different kind of love.  The evening I held Bear for the first time and realized I was equal parts enthralled and terrified by this tiny being.

And then there are times when your dog leaps out the car window like superman.

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there she goes again (aka I have no idea how this dog doesn’t puke every day)

Oh, Gracie…our sweet, adorable, scampish, bullheaded, never-met-a-thing-she-didn’t-want-to-eat Gracie.

If you’re a long time reader, you know what’s coming.  If you’re new to RFTM, welcome aboard the Gracie crazy train.  We keep a running tally of her dietary hijinks around here.  No embellishment necessary.

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