Gracie here. Tim off was great but no one does the news like I do. The peeps got me a new throne. What do you think? It’s Gracie sized! I have to be careful. Boxes don’t last long here. The peeps call them “indaway” or (gasp!) “trash!”
Breaking news! There is talk of a V-E-T trip. Several vaccines are overdue and Gus has gunk in his ear. The peep cleaned it twice this past week but it’s still gunky. He hates getting his ears cleaned and he hates a vet trip. Unfortunately this ear thing won’t coincide with any vaccines he needs. I won’t tell him but it makes me giggle. Watch out for carriers sitting around. That’s never a good sign.
Morgan continues to monitor the supply of post-its. Let no paper go unchewed. Most statements have a bitemark or two. Peep rolls her eyes.
In the meantime, I (Gracie) had a barfy week. I barfed on the peep’s fabric and paint samples. I don’t think she was happy about that. I try to stay strategic with my projectiles. Never on solid flooring. Always something interested to clean. I like lots of texture. Nooks and crannies are best.
Gracie, signing off!