Gracie’s Quarantine Journal
I really don’t have much to report. Thankfully, my vet ordeal is over. And the only humans to show up on the other side of the door recently have been leaving packages. And once they hear my ferocious bark, they drop those packages on the ground and hurry right back to their big trucks. At lease some humans appreciate my awesome guard dog skills!
Oh! And one of those packages contained a GIANT bag of my food!!! I think all packages should contain food or treats or….peanut butter!!
Anyway, my family had a good Easter (although I think they would have enjoyed it even more if someone had thought to get 𝒎𝒆 a basket full of treats! I mean, does one rubber bone even come close to a pile of candy like the kids got?? What is that about? Can one of you humans reading this please use your thumbs to send out a message to the rest of your species about getting Easter baskets for dogs next year? And cats too—although I have no idea what you would put in a basket for cats? But I’ll leave that to you cat people to figure out.)
Anyway, I forgave my mom for her oversight (and also helped myself to some of the kids candy when they were upstairs watching a movie. It only seemed right for the kids to share! However, mom was not to pleased when she discovered the trail of wrappers I accidentally left as evidence. Rookie mistake! I should have known better….)
I am still so happy to have my family home with me, but sometimes I wonder when things are going to go back to normal—sometimes I even wonder if they are 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 going to go back to normal.
I think mom wonders about those things too because she sometimes gets a funny look on her face, like she’s searching the woods for deer! But I know she’s not cause when she looks like that she’s usually staring at a wall or her computer or at nothing at all. I guess it’s her thinking face. She must have lots of things to think about…
Yesterday when she was talking to her friend on her small portable rectangle, I heard her say that it feels like she goes through the stages of grief everyday only to start over the next day.
I didn’t know what that meant, but her friend laughed and said, “Me too!”
They were laughing, but their laughs sounded a little sad. So I snuggled close to mom and she rubbed my belly for the rest of her conversation.
After putting her little rectangle back in her pocket she took me for a walk. Afterward we stopped at the mailbox for the 100th time this week! Mom is waiting to get a copy of her new book. She is so excited about seeing it for the first time. I’m sure that’s because I am in the book—my picture is even in there! So of course mom is excited! I am too!
Anyway, it hasn’t come yet, so I guess we will be making many more trips to the mailbox, but that’s ok! I’m always happy to go for a walk—and maybe, just maybe, one of these times we are going to open the mailbox and find something wonderful like treats or maybe even….peanut butter!!!
Stay safe and wash your paws!
(the photo is of me dreaming of my Easter basket next year! 😉🐾)