It’s been almost a month since my last Gracie post, and those of you familiar with our furry friend know good and well she hasn’t been sitting around twiddling her paws. Oh no. Life at our house has been hopping, or flopping, depending on your perspective.
“You have a golden retriever? Those are really good dogs.”
You mean, like, good family dogs? Definitely. You mean “good” as in well behaved? Well…
Gracie became part of our family for a number of reasons. BrightSide wanted a puppy, one that would grow up with the kids. A family dog for play and snuggling.
Sure, we specifically chose a golden but not so much for the retriever aspect. We just wanted a big, goofy dog to love, so it wasn’t a game changer when Gracie didn’t seem to grasp the whole fetch concept. Did I think it was weird? Yeah, kind of, since I figured retrieving was in her blood.
But things turned really weird once Gracie started this pseudo fetching thing.
Those of you following the Gracie saga know this dog is trouble with a capital T. Adorable, precious, loyal, but definitely Trouble. If we’d had a crystal ball in the beginning then naming this dog would have been a piece of cake.
We’ve got a history. It’s not like we aren’t aware she’ll eat anything and everything, and yet we keep getting caught off guard. So you can imagine the situation around here now that the holiday decorations are out. Jesus, take the wheel.
Now, the rundown on Gracie’s oopsie moments before we’re waist deep in Christmas spirit.