When Grantley and I went on that interview thing last week and I got asked about how having a dog improved my health and stuff, one of the things they wanted to capture on film was if she did any tricks. And I was all, well, Grantley is my one-two-three -four-fifth dog and by the time you get to your fifth dog? Ya kinda give up on the parlor tricks. (And that's not even an original thought, that's something my Aunt Ruth said to me a long time ago when the dog I had at the time got booted outta puppy kindergarten.) but anyway, this fine weather was an opportunity for an impromptu late afternoon dog hike and picnic with Paula and Copper and Skipper and Pepper as well as Colonel Sanders and apparently Grantley's been holding out on me in terms of magic tricks.
Fig One. 12:37:00 PM

Fig Two. 12:37:01 PM

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Was it regular recipe or extra crispy? Either way, Grantley is a very smart girl.
I'll never know WHAT it was.
Question One: Do you think my Mom put her up to it so as to prevent my injestion of all bad ingredient flavored food?
Question Two: Is injestion even a word?
Question 1: It could certainly have been a Mom put-up job.
Qu. 2: Nope. But ingestion is.
P.S. I meant to put a smiley face by that so it didn't sound so editorially bossy. But Frances and Gloria interrupted me, and I forgot.
How I miss you Alice.
Sniff.
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