My Tenth Birthday
Hi, my name is Gracie Smith and I'm an Australian Shepherd dog. My owner helped me make this blog so you could see how I enjoyed my tenth birthday.
That's an old picture of me, but I thought you might want to see a bit of the Christmas Tree farm where I live.
Today was my tenth birthday, and it was really nice. My protege, Boz, and I had a special breakfast of cube steak, and then we had birthday cupcakes!
That's Boz, looking at me on the floor. He was happy to have cupcake and steak, but I didn't let him try any of my other presents, because he's not worthy.
There's me, with one of the cupcakes on the chair. Once I found it, I ate it, paper cup and all.
I really like soft plushy babies, but babies the squeak really mystify me. My friend Jim gave me a baby for my birthday, but it has so many legs and stuff that I just don't know how to deal with it. So my friend Lindsay gave me a different baby, a soccer ball. It sort of reminded me of the football babies that I had as a puppy. I really loved those. But all babies must come to an end. Specifically, the sort of end where I rip all of the padding out of them in order to get to the squeaker. I love those squeakers! And I've gotten really good at getting the squeakers out of the babies. It only took me one day to get to the squeaker in the soccer ball baby. That monkey still freaks me out, though.
Here's a picture of me with the squeaker. I can carry it around in my mouth for days without hurting it!
My friend Jim just found this store on the web that sells squeakers by themselves. I hope he just buys me some of them; it would save me the effort of pulling it out of a baby!
Here's a photo of me with the squeaker; normally, I carry it in my mouth, but I don't squeak it on purpose! It's too weird when it squeaks. Brrrrrrooof!!
Besides babies and food, I also love tennis balls. I got two new ones for my birthday, and Jim tells me that there are six used ones that he found that he's going to give me after they're washed. Oh boy! Some dogs can carry three or more balls around in their mouths, but I can only carry one.
After reading my birthday card from my friend Brian (thanks, Brian!) and reviewing my birthday presents, I went down to the Christmas tree shed for a while. I've been working on untying everyone's shoelaces down there. I love it! Then I just had to rest.
If you want to see some short movies with Jim giving me my new tennis balls, just click here and here.
What a great day!
Happy Gracie
That's an old picture of me, but I thought you might want to see a bit of the Christmas Tree farm where I live.
Today was my tenth birthday, and it was really nice. My protege, Boz, and I had a special breakfast of cube steak, and then we had birthday cupcakes!
That's Boz, looking at me on the floor. He was happy to have cupcake and steak, but I didn't let him try any of my other presents, because he's not worthy.
There's me, with one of the cupcakes on the chair. Once I found it, I ate it, paper cup and all.
I really like soft plushy babies, but babies the squeak really mystify me. My friend Jim gave me a baby for my birthday, but it has so many legs and stuff that I just don't know how to deal with it. So my friend Lindsay gave me a different baby, a soccer ball. It sort of reminded me of the football babies that I had as a puppy. I really loved those. But all babies must come to an end. Specifically, the sort of end where I rip all of the padding out of them in order to get to the squeaker. I love those squeakers! And I've gotten really good at getting the squeakers out of the babies. It only took me one day to get to the squeaker in the soccer ball baby. That monkey still freaks me out, though.
Here's a picture of me with the squeaker. I can carry it around in my mouth for days without hurting it!
My friend Jim just found this store on the web that sells squeakers by themselves. I hope he just buys me some of them; it would save me the effort of pulling it out of a baby!
Here's a photo of me with the squeaker; normally, I carry it in my mouth, but I don't squeak it on purpose! It's too weird when it squeaks. Brrrrrrooof!!
Besides babies and food, I also love tennis balls. I got two new ones for my birthday, and Jim tells me that there are six used ones that he found that he's going to give me after they're washed. Oh boy! Some dogs can carry three or more balls around in their mouths, but I can only carry one.
After reading my birthday card from my friend Brian (thanks, Brian!) and reviewing my birthday presents, I went down to the Christmas tree shed for a while. I've been working on untying everyone's shoelaces down there. I love it! Then I just had to rest.
If you want to see some short movies with Jim giving me my new tennis balls, just click here and here.
What a great day!
Happy Gracie
posted by Jim at 5:58 PM
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