Gracie’s Journal:
My mom says she isn’t sure if this should still be a Quarantine Journal since some places are starting to open back up. So she suggested just calling this my Journal.
I literally have no idea what she’s talking about. But since—of the two of us—she’s the only one with thumbs, she usually gets her way with these sorts of things.
Well, a lot has happened since I last posted.
First of all, my (and my mom’s) book, Pawverbs, officially launched!!!
I kept thinking that “book launch” meant she was going to throw the book really far and I would run to catch it! But she never did.
And as fun as the day was, I really think book launches would be better if that’s what happened!
I did wear my super fancy bandana for a little while that day. But man! Bandannas are just way too much temptation to wrap around a dog’s neck! I mean…I don’t see any humans walking around with a big ol’ hunk of chewing gum around their necks while being told not to chew it!!! How strong of a will does my mom think I have?
Thankfully, she grew tired of telling me “No chew” and eventually took it off. Now, if only I could find where she hid it…..
Another thing that happened was that last weekend a giant beast of a truck backed into my driveway and dumped out a mountain of something called mulch. At first I barked and tried to scare the mulch away. But once I realized that 1) mulch is not scared of my bark and 2) my humans seemed to have invited the mulch to our home I decided to investigate.
And guess what?!
You can dig in mulch!!! In fact, I am pretty sure the mulch was a gift for me! Maybe it was a book launch gift!
Mulch is SO much fun! You can dig in it, roll in it, play hide and seek with the cat in it, and jump over it!
Unfortunately, my mountain seems to be getting a little smaller everyday, as it appears my family has also been digging in it and then spreading it around the yard.
Oh, wait! Maybe they are creating multiple mountains for me to enjoy! They are so sweet!
Which is actually really good for me (and you) to remember—that they really are kind and nice people—when I tell you my last update. Because this last update doesn’t make them look so good…
Can you believe my family—my precious kind welcoming family—wouldn’t let me play with a new friend?!
It’s sad, but very true!
Three days ago, I was enjoying a lovely time out back with my dad. He was working on his computer while I was enjoying mulch mountain. As I ran over to show him a stick I found buried in the pile, I heard a noise in the wooded area between our yard and our neighbor’s.
A second later a deer ran into my yard.
Visiting deer are not unusual. In fact, I have played chase with many deer in my yard.
But what was unusual was that this deer was MY size! And it was covered in white polka dots.
I couldn’t believe it! I have never been up close to a deer my size before. I didn’t even know what to do—should I chase it or play with it.
That’s when it hit me: Why not do both!
And so I ran as fast as I could to the deer—after all I know how fast those animals are! They are so fast in fact, that I’ve never been able to catch up to one.
So you can imagine my utter shock when I not only caught up to Spots (as I decided to call him) but ran straight into him and knocked him off his feet (or do they have paws? or those hoof things???)
Anyway, I think my dad and the deer must have been shocked too because they both let out a yell like I have never heard. My dad kept yelling my name and the deer made a weird Baahhhh-ahhhhh screeching kind of sound. I think it must be the sound deer make when they laugh. Because I’m sure Spots thought our collision was hilarious!
Since he was laughing, I decided to tickle him a little by licking and mouthing at his neck—I mean, the cat loves when I do that! But my dad rudely pulled me away.
Poor Spots must have felt so rejected because he shot up from the ground and started to run away.
Not wanting my new friend to feel abandoned on our first play date, I wriggled out of dad’s grip and playfully tackled Spots again.
And he loved it so much he made that same sound and kicked his feet/paw/hoof things in the air.
We were having so much fun—until my dad grabbed me again and pulled me away. How rude!
Next, my mom flew through the back door and Spots sprang to his feet and took off running. Dad tightened his grip on my collar.
I can’t believe my Mom and Dad scared poor Spots away!
I think mom felt bad about it because she ran barefoot after Spots for quite awhile.
Bless her heart, she was probably trying to bring him back so we could play some more. But I’ll never know because my dad made me go inside, and when mom came back she said the little deer’s mama found him and took him home.
Poor Spots. He just wanted to play.
But I guess sometimes parents just don’t understand these things.
Hopefully, Spots will come back!
But oddly enough, I haven’t seen any deer in our yard since Spots left. Weird.
Well, back to mulch mountain!
Thanks for reading my non-quarantine (but still kinda quarantine) journal!
Always,
Gracie
ps-since Spots was so rudely run off by my humans, I couldn’t get a picture of my new friend, but the one above is of me in front of mulch mountain!
