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Poochie Portraits

So I got up this morning and when I walked into the kitchen, Gracie was sitting on her favorite rug, and the lighting from the window was simply amazing. It was a golden opportunity.

Savannah helped me by wielding the Scooby Snacks. And I think we got some pretty good shots.
Isn't she just the cutest dog ever?







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  1. Anonymous9:34 AM

    I can't believe how much more petite she is than our Buddy. He's a moose! When he sleeps on my feet (he loves to do that late at night when I am watching my TiVo), my feet actually go to sleep from his 70+ pounds.

    These pictures are fabulous. You have inspired me to take some new photos of Buddy, because maybe the pictures will remind me why I like him... he's in the Dog House right now, and he's been there for a week. It's time we make up, don't you think?

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  2. What a cutie! And I am so jealous of Savannah's hot pink housecoat. Too cute!

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  3. Anonymous4:16 PM

    Yes I would have to say that she is pretty stinkin' cute for sure! Great photos!

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  4. Anonymous7:10 PM

    You make me smile everyday. thanks for sharing your life with us. Oh yeah, I laugh too...miss laughing with you friend.

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  5. She is GORGEOUS!

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  6. Those are some great shots, C!

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  7. Anonymous8:14 AM

    Cath,
    Have you started a "Gracie" album.
    These pics need a permanent home.
    Love you

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