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!"