Look at how cute I am!
This is Gracie. Officially her name is Sergeant Gracie Mae Lovell. But we just call her Gracie. She's a Yellow Lab mixed with Husky. And as I write this post, she's trying to lay on my feet... that is until I wrote that sentence, now she got up and decided to have food. I feel she is just preparing me to go for a walk..yep, there's the singular scratch at the door signalling that I must do as I'm told before finishing what I want to do. Just like a woman. Speaking of women... here is proof of their craziness:
"I got it! I got it! Now what?"
Now I grew up with dogs all my life. Gracie is the first dog I've had since leaving my parents' digs. In all my life, the only dog I ever saw chase her tail, much less actually get it, was Odie from the Garfield cartoons and comics... until the other day. I just assumed it was comedy on the part of animators, but it turns out this is serious real-life business.
Anyways... Last Sunday I was taking my boys up to stay the week with my parents, and the plan was to get a dog, Tucker, who had been getting nursed back to health at their local Vet hospital my mom clerks at. It's a long story of neglect and malnutrition prior to them trying to save the dog. On the day we were to go up, I get a call from my mom saying the dog was found dead. Well, I had been set on getting my first adult-life dog for about 3 weeks at this point. After doing some hunting, I found an ad on craigslist for Gracie, and she lived here in the Des Moines area. Her previous owner had a life situation and had to find her a good home or turn her over to the ARL that same night. So after a quick supper with my parents and saying good bye to the boys, my girlfriend and I hustled back to Des Moines to pick up this 4 month-old pup. She's been either full steam ahead or napping it out since.
She only slowed down one day, and that was Saturday when we went back up to my parents to have her spayed and get all her shots, and then on Sunday bring her and the boys back home. She actually rode in the car very well:
See me...I'm blond just like my new brothers!
Oh, I was supposed to be in that seat back there?
I prefer the window seat. Josh doesn't mind me using his lap!
The only thing about bringing Gracie into our home to really consider was The Colonel. On night one he established himself as the top dog of the house, and asserted the difference in rank, him being an officer and her being enlisted. As he went up to sniff her out, she moved behind a chair. It was all over from there. He chased her round and round the basement, him getting that puffy cat look and her running scared out of her mind with her tail tucked between her legs. Gracie is scared of cats, and the Colonel took full advantage of his intimidation factor. Only wish I had a video camera for that! The basement is now been deemed solely the Colonel's territory. He has another blue chair down there that he uses, along with the blue recliner in my bedroom he took over long before we moved into this place. Gracie will now attempt to play assuming the "downward dog" position and trying to lunge forward a couple inches, but the cat mostly ignores her. Unless he's in a corner, then he gets on his hind legs, hisses, and occasionally throws a couple jabs, and Gracie comes running for protection.
When outside, she is always on a leash. She is getting better, but she is a puppy and can get distracted easily, whether its a scent trail, a moving bug, kids, people, squirrels, random sticks, trash... you get the idea. Whenever she spies a bird on the ground, she does the classic "pointer" pose. But she does do a decent walk along from time to time. On the homestretch, she likes to reach back grab the leash in her mouth and give it a tug to let me know its her turn to walk me, and if I'm willing, she really loves to run along. I don't know if that's just her thing, or the Husky side coming out. While at my parents, who have a fenced yard, she was allowed to roam free. At first she wasn't entirely sure what to do, but it didn't take long to go exploring.
She knows how to sit, lay down, shake, and hi-five. I'd say she knows the STAY command, but it seems I'm not allowed to leave whichever floor we're on to go to another without her wanting to follow along... She has grown attached to both my girlfriend and I, but she really seems to have bonded with me. And with the Olympics on these last couple weeks, she decided to invent her own sport for us to participate in together. I fell asleep watching TV one afternoon, as she was napping after a long hot walk. I woke up to her having chewed a sandal, and now was trying to lick me to death. So I got up, decided I would use the bathroom quick and then take her out for the same. So I go to take a leak and I left the door open. Hey it was me and the pets, so why not? Well, she followed me over, stared at me, and then decided that her spot on the carpet in front of the bathroom was perfect to trying out her half of the "synchronized peeing" routine. Part of me wanted to laugh, the other part wanted to cry, because I had to clean up. That and we would've been penalized heavily on our synchronization skills since I was standing and she was squatting... We have a long ways to go if we're going to get that act into the next games down in Rio!
But anyways... She's the newest addition. The Colonel tolerates her. The kids love her, and she loves them right back...Josh even took her for a walk around the block at my parents. And she seems to be quite attached to me and my girlfriend. So I'm quite happy in how things worked out. She got a happy home without going through the shelter system, and I finally get to have my own dog again!
And here is Gracie doing what I always wanted to do- fart on my dad! She does me proud!!!!
Now I just need an official flag for the Mookified Compound...