love

I've been spending some time this week with my friend Gracie. She's a 4-footed furry friend. She loooooves to slobber on people. Her mom and dad are out of town, so I was checking on her, feeding her dinner and stuff.

The first night we went for a walk and then watched Biggest Loser together. Buddy the cat cuddled with us too. The second night we played in the yard a little bit. No long walk. After playtime, we ate dinner and then relaxed in the living room again. This time she was not so snuggly. She decided to work on a rawhide chewie and left me to read my book.

It was funny to see Buddy the cat following Gracie around outside. I know that he was thinking that if he followed her to the right door he'd be able to get inside and sleep on the sofa for a while. He thought he was a tiger stalking in the jungle, but I thought he looked like a sneaky little spy. Sure enough he came to the door when she did, so I let them both in.

I love my fuzzy friends.