Never Forget

Gracie here:

Mom wanted me to keep it short today. She's says it's a day of remembrance, especially the brave firemen and policemen that gave their lives while doing their job. Mom's brother is a fireman, and her other brother is a policeman. She feels very proud that they've chosen those careers.

Never forget........

Marcia, Marcia, Marcia

Gracie here:

technically it's Snap, Snap, Snap. As in, "Snap's a good dog", "Snap stays when I tell her to", "Snap comes when she's called", blah....blah...blah.

Snap's my Boxer sister. She's 6 years old, and is just about the perfect dog, according to mom. She can be off leash anywhere. She stays where mom tells her to for loooong periods of time, and realllllly far distances. She doesn't fight with other dogs, never causes a ruckus, and most of all - she doesn't attack me when I jump up and bite her on the lips or tail.

So today, when mom took her new camera to take some pictures down by the river, she took Snap as her subject.

After Snap had her pictures taken, and got TONS of treats, mom let her cut loose. First she chased a stick in the river. Snap's usually pretty laid back, but she goes nuts when there's a stick near the water. She doesn't swim after it, or actually pick it up. She just punches it. She is a Boxer after all.

Then she got to run around on the grass. Mom tells her to "go, go, go" and she runs around like crazy. I do that too, but Snap's more impressive to watch, with her rippling muscles and CRAZY face and ears.

I hope mom takes me tomorrow to the river. I've been practicing my stays, but it's really hard for me to maintain. Maybe I can just skip the staying part, and go straight to the playing part.

Howdeeeee

Gracie here -

That's the way I'm going to have to say hello from now on, because......

WE'RE MOVING TO TEXAS!!!!

Life has been crazy around here lately. Mom says we've been living a country music song. She lost her job, lost her house (well, technically she sold it), living in a trailer (again, it's a motorhome. And she's not really living in it, just sleeping in it). At least she didn't lose her dog(s) LOL

In case you haven't heard, the economy has hit California pretty hard. Mom and dad have been thinking about moving somewhere with a better economy. They decided that if either of them lost their job, they would move to Texas, where the economy is much better. So they sold the house, just in case. And sure enough, mom got laid off in July. So it was on to plan B. They packed all their stuff into my grandma's giant shop, and parked the motorhome on her front lawn:

But like I said, mom and dad only sleep there. We "live" in the house part, and us little dogs sleep there, too.

Right now, dad's doing some work around grandma's house, then we hit the road. I'll be doing the writing for awhile, since Arnie's pretty upset about leaving. He says he'll miss his friends in our agility class, his friends at shows, and all the people he's met since he came to live with mom. I keep telling him that he'll make lots of new friends, but he's not buying it.