I'm pretty sure that my Mom is the only person on the whole internet who still checks my blog on a daily basis.  No doubt the only 2 other people who have ever even read it have given up- having been slowly starved to death by my lack of updates.

So, to the three of you, I am sorry you died due to my laziness.  That's just embarrassing.

I have wanted to write.  Needed, even, to write.  But my every waking moment (starting at about 5:30 a.m. now) has been consumed by Gracie. 

 And her unending reservoir of cuteness.  

And her incredibly unbelievable bladder.  

The bladder that must be 16 times bigger than normal - see.... that may be it there in the picture bulging out.  The fact is she never seems to fully "go" all the way. She can walk around the yard for 20 minutes - pee in 34 different spots - about a tsp. at a time and come right inside and go again on the hardwood floor.  She is a Master Urinator.  

It is her super power.  I'm pretty sure that the firefighters in California would find her a handy helper indeed.  Never mind those heroic Search and Rescue Lab types.  Or Seeing Eye Dogs for that matter.  She is a new and improved breed of lab. Able to pee everywhere in a few single bounds.  

She is PEE DOG.  and girlfriend, she is GOOD.

But super powers do not come without a price.  You know the drill.  "With great power comes great responsibility"...or some such.  You may want to consult with  Aunt May on that.  But the particular price she pays for her awesome abilities seems to be .......

COMPLETE AND UTTER EXHAUSTION .

Well, have YOU ever been burdened with such responsibility????  I didn't think so.  Don't judge, people, until you've walked a mile in her paws.... OK?  Thank you.

So  I realize I've been bad and totally focused on her when I DO have another dog.  The following picture can tell you all you need to know right now about her and how she's "doing" with the puppy.

She bears an eerie resemblance in this photo to the Joker, no?

So in addition to all of the puppy duties, I am spending much time on keeping them separated, keeping Tilly's Toy Obsession/ Killing Instinct under control and basically making sure there is not a murder on my watch.   

So all of that is to say, I'm not dead, just dog tired.  Ya know??????