50 Shades of Gracie

When she was six weeks old, she could fit in the palm of your hand. Do not let her diminutive size fool you.

In the spirit of what’s trending, I bring you, the 50 Shades of Gracie. More or less.

After a long day playing, little dogs must be bathed. Ow…sharp teeth!

The first four years flew by. Happy Birthday, Gracie!

Gracie’s got her “sister,” Chloe, the ever-patient Bichon Frise, pinned. (Don’t worry, Chloe can hold her own.)

I will help.

Dog T.V.

Get back in the pool where you belong!

On a warm day, a hot dog enjoys a delicious puppy-pop. (There’s a frozen, homemade pup-sickle in there somewhere.)

Are you kidding me? You call that a golf stroke?


I sorry.

Can I come back inside pretty please?

Somebody needs a hobby.

Ok, I’ve got this!

“This certificate entitles Gracie to all the rights and privileges of an Intelligent Agility Dog.” (Because she needs more rights and privileges…?)

Tired Gracie. 
Somebody turn off the lights, a girl needs her beauty sleep.

And now you know why I call her the tightly-wound mini-pin on springs.

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2 thoughts on “50 Shades of Gracie

    1. Bev Post author

      Yes. Yes she is, Karen. Amazing how 10 pounds of fur, muscle, and energy can translate into a ton of personality.


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