The most commonly heard phrase around our house is “Gracey, get your brother’s head out of your mouth!”. Since we were adopted by 3 young Samoyeds one and a half years ago, our personal life has been turned upside down. We’ve always had dawgs in our house, but never three that are all, at the same time, healthy and energetic. These dawgs, have ensured that we never have a dull moment, and that there is a perpetual reason to smile. Bodey, the oldest, is the most affectionate. Dodger, in the middle, always needs attention, and finds the most creative ways to get it. Gracey is the youngest, and the only one that we know the actual birth date of. Her original parents got her from a breeder, and when she was a bit less than 6 months old, surrendered her to a rescue group because “she had too much energy”. Well, they were right, to our gain. There are two schools of thoughts on dawgs in a family. One says “Never let them outnumber you”, and there is a certain wisdom to that. But the other is that with three, they will always have someone to play with. And it woks that way with us. Gracey plays with Bodey until he gets tired, then she jumps on Dodger, then turns to us, and by then, hopefully, Bodey is ready to go again, because Gracey, like the Energizer Bunny, just keeps going and going.  Gracey is also the most elegant and graceful Samoyed I’ve ever seen, more like a Greyhound, or a gazelle, than a sled dog. She can easily clear a 3 foot fence, but chooses not to, she knows she has it good here. She can tell time, and barks within 60 seconds of 7:30 PM if they haven’t been fed. She is not a girlie girl, and loves to get in trouble, especially if she can blame it on Dodger. It’s hard to imagine anyone happier than Gracey and some mud! This is one of the more iconic photo’s of Gracie:

And today she is 2 years old. So, for all the joy that you bring to Penney and I, as well as Bodey and Dodger:

Happy Birthday, Gracey.