I was just going back through the archives of this Blog looking for something, and when I was done, I had one thought: It sucks to be Gracie.
Thing about Gracie, well, there is no ‘thing’.
The other kids, they have stories. Gracie, nothing, nada, zilch. She is barely noticeable in a house full of wild things.
It’s even hard to get a good picture of her. Gracie’s color and body shape means every picture, no matter the circumstances, always comes out looking the same. See what I mean?
Actually, we do have this one which is pretty cute:
Sometimes I wish Gracie would do something noticeable, She doesn’t have to save kittens from a fire or anything like that. I would settle for chewing a shoe, shredding a pillow or getting caught peeing on the floor.
Normal Gracie: Perfectly well mannered, unimposing, never makes demands, never draws attention to herself. If you call her, she is immediately in front of you, standing at attention. If you put her in your lap (as she is right now, incidentally) she goes completely limp and doesn’t move a muscle. If not for the fact she has to be fed, there would be absolutely no difference between Gracie and a stuffed animal.
If you remember from Gracie’s bio, she was found by Crabby one morning on the side of the road, and no one claimed her. Sad but true, it probably took a few months for her original home to realize she was missing.
Gracie really is a great kid who should be shared, if only there was something to share. I guess the point of even writing this particular blog entry is just to remind you that she’s here. As long as you are reminded, would you mind sending thoughts Gracie’s way so that she will do something cute, something bad, just something that I can tell you about?