Little Rascal

A couple weeks ago I was awaken by this loud howl outside my door. I knew instantly that it was not my dog Cheyenne, and it didn't sound like any of the neighbor dogs either. So I stumble out of bed, rub my eyes and open the door... There is a tiny little mal-nourished beagle standing outside my door barking it's little head off. I try to get her to come to me and well that was very unsuccessful, so what was I suppose to do with this little dog, who at this point had totally ticked off my dad with her non stop barking? Well, we ignored her for a while and by the next night she found herself sleeping in the shop, which to her I think was like being in a 5 star hotel.
So after letting her settle in she isn't too bad I guess. I think she is very cute but she obviously was never taught any dogie manners. She continues to try and steel food off the table, which is making dad unhappy. At least the potty thing is getting a little better. There is no more number 2's happening inside, yay!! (that last sentence sounds kinda sad, is that really what excites me now? wow, I am lame)
Anyway, I decided that maybe this was a little reminder from the big man upstairs that things in my life are not so bad at all. If this little starved scared to death dog can make it in this crazy world then I think I will be just fine. And that brings me to her name.... Gracie, one of my many reminders from God that I am blessed in this world and things find a way of working themselves out in the end.



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