Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The Wolfpack at Home
Hey, friends--what do you think of my fourteen-inch tongue? It's usually outside of its house. Cool, huh?
I, Gracie, avec la langue étonnante, am compelled to introduce you to my very best buddies--my fellow delinquents:
In this corner, we have Bailey the Silent. She NEVER lets us know how she feels.
Then there's Buster the Compulsive Workaholic. You'll never catch him relaxing.
And of course, there's me. It's all about ME. ME. Don'tcha think my long legs are gorgeous?
My Uncle Buster says, if I'm really lucky, I'll turn out just like him!
I'm quickly learning the certified Buster technique for eviscerating my toys! Uncle Buster says that when I lose my baby teeth, I'll be able to do some real damage!
Now, let's preview some action-footage. Bailey tells me that my attention span is even shorter than Buster's. So here's what happens when somebody tries to watch TV:
I'm working on fine-tuning my skills in chaos incubation even more. Buster says it takes patience.
Here's a final look at a practice session in close-in tooth-work:
Mom thinks I have lots of potential. Dad's re-seeded the back yard five times already, and I'm helping Uncle Buster dig up the septic tank so that we can go visit Noah.
I love my work!