Friday, March 28, 2014

Gag Me With a Spoon

Todd and Tanya won’t let me eat grapes! They tried to explain that grapes can be poisonous to dogs, some such bull about causing kidney failure, yada, yada, yada. They even made me watch an "educational" slide show on pets.WebMD

Please understand - I am usually willing to be a team player, but really??? Sometimes my humans are just a little too uppity about this stuff and need to be shown who’s the true boss in this household. So, when the opportunity arose, I struck! Nabbing a whole bowl of grapes off the kitchen counter was a piece of cake (but that’s yet another story) for me.
Unfortunately, I neglected to hide the evidence. My people panicked when they returned home to find empty grape stems scattered throughout the house. The next thing I know, Todd is prying my mouth open and Tanya is trying to choke me with a spoonful of who-knows-what. I promptly showed them that all that drama was completely unnecessary – just give me the damn spoon, I can drink this crap just fine without your help! (I later overheard that the who-knows-what crap was peroxide. Don’t tell them this, but personally, I found it quite delicious.)
But what happened after that REALLY pissed me off. I lost every one of those luscious grapes in three big pools of vomit. Not my most flattering moment. Even then, the situation could have been salvaged as all the grapes were still whole (I have to eat fast when it’s possible I'll get caught at any second) and I would have appreciated the chance to have another go at it. But oh no, faster than two scurrying squirrels Todd and Tanya destroyed the evidence of their wrongdoing. They told me later that my gulping the grapes down whole not only made clean-up easier, but was what most likely saved them a huge vet bill.  Well la-te-da, aren’t I just little Miss Considerate!
I spent the rest of the evening having a pity party for myself, causing Todd and Tanya to bribe me with tummy rubs and prime real estate on the couch. Believe me, I made them suffer right along with me.
Oh well, I may have made a mess of things (literally), but never mind, they still don’t know about the cake….

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Toliet Training


I found this sign hanging at human height in the guest bathroom.
I am NOT amused...

Please put the lid down when you are done.
 I am not allowed to drink from the toilet
and for some silly reason my parents think
 I have very limited self-control.
Grayson

Friday, March 14, 2014

Rules Are Made to be Broken


After more than a year, Todd and Tanya now consider me a permanent part of the family. You might think I’d be happy about that, but being “family” in this household comes with responsibilities. Rules! Chores! Writing a Blog!  Are they kidding?! They really need to consult the AKC guidelines – Weimaraners are members of the sporting group, NOT the working group!  Oh well. Contrary to rumor, far be it for me to pout.  But… let me tell you about those rules:

I’m only allowed on Todd and Tanya’s bed when they put my blanket up there and invite me. (I REALLY prefer to come and go on the bed as I please.) And I have to do a trick, like sit or shake in order to “earn” a treat. How ridiculous! And the ultimate humiliation? I have to let them wipe off my paws with a towel after I’ve been outside in the mud or snow.  (If my first family subjected me to that, I’ve buried the painful memory.) Sometimes when they’ve gone overboard with this stuff, I pout for a while by lying at the opposite end of the couch and making them beg a little for me to come over and lay next to them – that’ll teach 'em! 

But that’s not all. I’m also expected to entertain myself when my people are otherwise occupied or having a private conversation. So I lie on the chair and glare at them until they stop and give me the attention I deserve. And finally, I am not allowed to be fed any treats from their plates while they are eating – I am supposed to sit nicely and let them have all the good stuff. What baloney! (Pardon the pun.) But I’m working on that one - I take turns putting my head on each of their laps and giving them that pathetic look – you know the one. It’s not yet working but I’m sure I can wear them down.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Not Your Average Dog


After allowing my first family the pleasure of my company for over 8 years, I decided I would grace (note the awesome pun) another fine family with my presence. The interviews were grueling, but in the end my humble altruistic nature convinced me to choose the family I felt was most in need of a “therapy” dog – Todd and Tanya Cass.

And what would I get out of the deal? No competition from other dogs, cats, hamsters, children, and the like. Ahhh, peace and quiet. And new parents who would devote themselves completely to adorable me!  (I was sooooo wrong about that…but you’ll have to wait for those slobbery details as I’ve promised to play nice in this first post).

So, as I approach my 10th birthday (that's 70 in human years for those of you who count on your paws), and having been assigned the chore of family scribe (based on the fabulous family Christmas letter I wrote this past year), I have decided to share my wisdom with the world (or perhaps only those who Google “Gracie Gold” and end up on my page).

Maybe I’m not your average blogger, but what do you expect? I am certainly not your average dog!