This is Gracie Allen of the chocolate brown eyes. I take full credit for the alien green spots. I’m in a relationship with a new camera. I think I may be squeezing the toothpaste from the middle, or leaving the toilet seat up or down, or something. Isn’t that what causes alien green eyes?

She’s a natural blond. She is my best friend of the four-legged, furred variety. She is my writing companion. My walking companion. My go-to-girl for tossing a ball, sailing a Frisbee, pulling on tire tread.

She likes Harry Potter movies, the occasional flip of popcorn, and running down the sides of cliffs.

Gracie Allen is a 76 pound, four-year-old Golden pup with the brain of a three-year-old-toddler. She has reddish-blond eyelashes and thinks with her eyebrows.

Bees are not her friends.

With the exception of Mr. G, honey, she gives the best snuggles.

Right now she’s guarding the door, because there’s a painter on the roof painting a chimney. His ladder is positioned right in front of my office window. I’ve seen nothing but jean-clad legs going up and down ladders for the past two years. Life is good.

This is the Golden Pup serious face. As in — Seriously, where’s the popcorn?

Today is writing, writing, and more writing. Somewhere in there will be some just kill me now exercise.

Hello Monday. What about you?

Elen