M' Moves--by Gracie

Uncle Buster tells me that developing the right moves is the key to success as a Kerry Blue.

There are, he says, lots of different kinds of moves--such as the Pirouette/Gnashing Routine!

And the Sither-In-From-the-Rear manoeuvre...

Some moves defy description due to their complexity...

Uncle Buster advises me that showing lots of white Ivory is the essence of good form!

Sometimes a free-throw from Standoff-Position is the best strategy!

Let me demonstrate some of my moves, with the assistance of my Pack-mates:

Now, these are plainly INDOOR moves. Outside, it's a whole, well, different ball-game!

Buster and I will demonstrate, with the assistance of Coach Wilson.

As you might imagine, I have to retire now to get my required allocation of Stage IV and REM sleep. This training routine is so demanding!

Your buddy,

Gracie

My Baby-Teeth; by Gracie

I'm losing my baby teeth!

Incrementally, bit by bit, they're falling out!

I don't know why this would happen...

It's not that I'm particularly rough on them!

But most of the time, I just find something in my mouth...

And I'm compelled to chew it.

And chew it again!

Every so often, I take a break...

And observe the Master at work!

Uncle Buster is an example to us all.

Inspired, I once again commence my practice!

Seeking a perfect state of meditative Carnivore-Mindfulness...

I reflect upon the generations of Kerry Blue Terriers who pioneered the technique!

The discipline is hard, but the rewards are great.

Some day, they will tell stories about Gracie the Zen Master of Mastication.

In the meantime, I submit to a monk-like discipline.

Ever closer to that ideal of the salivary Omega-Point!

Uncle Buster tells me that I have great potential but I must concentrate harder.

So I submit to you this brief audition tape of some of my recent work!

What do you think?

Do I have a spark of talent?

Your friend,

Gracie

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!

Your friend,

Gracie

Notable Noses

Proboscis sephalumpagus

Ardea herodias weirdus

Baileybeastus snoutus intrudis

Buteo jamaicensis squirrelnemesis

Megaschnozzicus busterensis

Archilochus colubris supersippus

Fuzzimuzzulus supinus gracilis

My Most Excellent Pond Circumnavigation--by Gracie, Master Mariner

My stout ship, the Delfino, lay in port awaiting her Commander: me! It was time to accomplish what no Kerry Blue Terrier puppy named Gracie had ever done before--a voyage of historic implications--the complete circumnavigation of THE POND.



Verily, this legendary, treacherous body of water appeared deceptively tranquil; but I had heard the stories from my Uncle Buster. Unspeakable things awaited my attempt to navigate this perilous sea.


Strange creatures intruded upon my course, uttering ghastly calls that caused my soul to shiver.



"Hic sunt dracones," said the navigation chart. These dragons could fly!


I remembered the lines from Coleridge: And slimy things did crawl with legs upon that sunless sea!" There were creatures possessing a single foot that did crawl, dragging their curious houses with them!



A giant Sea Rodent with enormous, sharp teeth threatened to devour my craft.



And the ultimate horror: the fabled, dreaded Baileybeast. She attacked with an unexpected vengeance, and for a few minutes, I knew how Captain Nemo felt at the mercy of the Giant Squid!



It was by no means sufficient that the avian spirits of the undead should chill me to the marrow with blood-curdling calls. Monsieur loon proceeded to shape-shift into a winged torpedo and, like the Great White Whale, disappear into the depths, leaving it to my imagination what might happen next!



At times like these, a Commander of one of Her Majesty's vessels of exploration must demonstrate calm leadership. I managed to keep my wits about me!



The red-eyed specter from the Murky Depths retreated...



The sun fell below the horizon upon the placid seas...


And I fell into a deep sleep!

Your faithful correspondent,

Gracie

Admiral of the Ocean Sea

My New Flight Suit -- by Gracie

My mom thinks I was born to fly. So she gave me a new flight suit!



It fits perfectly, don't you think? Right now, I'm flying right into my mom's arms!

When I wear my flight suit, I'm not afraid of anything! Watch me decapitate a mastodon and chew on its rib!

Your friend,

Gracie