It's getting cold.

It's no secret, I'm an outside kind of gal.  I hate the thought that I might miss something.  Mom says I'm like a cat, always on the wrong side of the door.  I'm not sure what she really means by that, I've never seen a cat on either side of our door and if I did, I am sure I would have chased it.

I love running, not in a circle, just around the yard.  I like to watch things, like the neighbor kids.  One of them chases with me up and down the fence.  I am way faster than Nelson is, but I do have four legs compared to his two.  The weather is getting pretty chilly especially at night. When mom takes us out at bed time, I hate to get off the deck.  The grass is a little crunchy and it prickles my feet, so I would rather just stand on the deck and pretend like I don't have to go.  Mom know better.  She stands out there for a long time waiting for me and if I still refuse to go, there are no cookies when we go in and I have to sleep in the crate for the night.  I don't mind the crate, but I would rather sleep in the big bed.

I have dog coats to help keep me warm.  Mom sews.  She has racks and racks of them downstairs and she has a table full of ones she is still working on upstairs. I think she works too hard, but she still makes time for me, so I guess it's alright.

I am doing pretty good with my medication.  I'm still not perfect, but I am so far from what I once was.  In fact, I can't even see where I was way back then.  I have been with mom now for seven months.  I worry that I may never find a home.  I know mom worries too; I've heard her on the phone, but she says she won't panic until it's been a year.  I've heard her tell some others that the longest time she has had a dog was 504 days.  I guess that dog was very badly injured and had lots of surgery.  But mom said she found her home and they love her so much, so I hold out hope.
                                                        - Gracie