All of my vet test came back normal.  My blood work is just fine.  No thyroid problems, and my bottom is just lumpy without anything cancerous.  I didn't want to get my butt examined, but I put on my big girl pants and did it.  If you need to do the same, go ahead and schedule your appointment.  If you are 50 or older, get a colonoscopy.
 
 
I have a goose egg on my bottom.  Only I'm small, so it's more of the size of a quail egg.  My LADY thought it was an anal gland problem, but it turns out that it's a tumor.  They took a sample, which was not fun-mind you, and now we are waiting to hear the results.  We are all hoping that it is just a fatty deposit.  Never before have I ever, ever hoped to just have a fat ass.  We also discussed my weight problem and they are running a thyroid test. We will let you know soon about my test results.  
 
 
Grammy is coming tomorrow.  We've got her stocking ready.  We hope you are almost ready for your holiday, too.  Below are some of the "almost good" pictures from our Christmas photo shoot.  
 
 
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Happy Holidays, everyone!  Hope you take the time to stop and do something silly this month. 

 
 
We've never figured out what an Indian Summer is, but this might be it.  It's 72 degrees and we are all outside working in the yard.  The LADY is planting peonies and lily of the valley.  Gracie is digging, I'm watering the occasional plant and Sofie supervises from the porch.  
 
 
It has been a bad year.  We haven't blogged, because it was too depressing to talk about sad stuff.  We weren't sure if we would be able to keep Gracie, because she has never learned proper potty training, and that was too scary to blog about.  Also, THE TALL MAN's Father passed away last month, after a brave fight with cancer.

We fought and fought.  And we lost.  Our whole family helped Papa fight his cancer, but we lost.  We also lost our best attempts to potty train Gracie.  That said, we decided that we couldn't give her back for tinkle troubles.  We don't give up on puppies.  She wears a diaper for most of the day, and she doesn't seem to mind.  Please don't email potty training advice, since we've exhausted the subject with the help of knowledgeable people.  Her accidents are decreasing, so there's still hope.

Despite a troubled, downer year, we still have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.  Sophie, Gracie and I, Maggie Grumble, have dry fur while it is raining outside right now.  Our bellies are full.  We have four legs that work.  We are thankful for car rides, Ritz crackers and days when we are not dressed up in costumes.  We are thankful for our people who hold us up, smiling, and ask, "Who's a baby puppy girl?".  They always answer for us.  "YOU ARE!" 






             
 
 
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I've decided that when Gracie wants to lay next to me, I won't walk away.  I can share naps. 
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Don't Cry

08/19/2011

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Gracie is getting the point.  If she is aggressive, she looses LADY privileges.  Growling gets her removed from the LADY'S lap.  She won't growl around the TALL MAN or Me anymore.  There is an ever so slight throat  rumble when Sofie walks by.   She still cries at night when we are put into our crates.  I certainly can relate to crate anxiety.  I used to do the same thing.  I'm starting to look at Gracie now.  When she cries in the crate, I look at her and say, "it's not so bad.  You'll be ok."  

    
 
 
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On this date, last year, I was adopted.  After spending one month at the county shelter, and facing doggie death row, and four months in foster care with HART, someone took me home.  Someone said "I will love you.  I will take care of you."

From the LADY: [to Maggie:]  I will always love you.  I will take care of you forever.  I loved you when you were only a picture on my iPod that I carried around and showed people.  "This is the dog I'm trying to adopt," I would say as people squinted at the tiny picture.  I loved you when I saw you for the first time.  I scanned the parking lot at the adoption event, quickly skipping over all the dogs that were not you.  When I saw you, I knew I would always be your lady.

Below is a slide show of the adoption event where we met Maggie.  Many Thanks to everyone at HART, especially to Kim who was an awesome Foster Mama. 
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At The Easter Parade