I came home from work yesterday and there was a note on my door. “Please contact me as soon as you get this letter. I need to speak to you in regards to your pet.” Signed the Property Manager. Uh oh… What has Slobber Dog done this time?
I’ve had a pretty busy week and haven’t spent as much time with Grady as I normally do. Plus he seems to have sprained his shoulder or something so he stayed home from daycare on Tuesday. Could he be releasing some pent up energy by chasing the cat? Could he have been barking while I was at work? Not something he normally does, but….you never know.
So I trekked over to the office anxiously, wondering what in the world Slobber Dog could have done to warrant a letter from management. What was it? Barking? Nope. Even better.

My dog is probably the ONLY dog in the world that gets a complaint from the downstairs neighbor saying that his SNORING is keeping her awake at night. Um, yeah. You read that right. His snoring. Grady actually spends 23 hours per day snoring, so I’m not really sure how to resolve this one. In fact, he’s napping on the couch right now and guess what the soundtrack to this post is? Yep, you got it.

Anyone ever heard this one before? I’m open to suggestions, as I’m fairly sure they don’t make Breathe Right nasal strips for dogs!

It’s hard to believe that today Grady is 7 years old!  Yes, he’s a St. Patrick’s Day boy, all the way!  I’m sure if I gave him the choice, he’d be all about the green beer.  This is going to be a birthday week celebration for Grady.  It started off with a fun beach day in St. Augustine on Sunday, then fun at Doggie Daycare with Teena and the gang at Doglando, and we’ll be hitting Fleet Peeples dog park this coming weekend (and maybe the Arts festival or farmer’s market too).  Keep watching for more posts about Grady’s birthday week adventures!

Nothing beats the feeling of watching your 100 pound Neapolitan mastiff running towards you with pure joy on his face, jowls flapping, foot long goobers trailing from both voluminous cheeks.  As he approaches, you see it happen in slow motion – the head cocks to the right, then back to the left as he joyously shakes.  He’s too close – there’s no time to dodge the airborne slime, so you just wait…. miraculously you watch goobers arcing through the air all around you, yet you remain unslimed.  You wonder, how is it even possible to be so fortunate? 

And then, as you look skyward in wonder,  you step in some other dog’s poop.