Surviving Clara Grace

First off, my dog is a real sport. I don't think we could have been gifted with a better tempered animal to suit our family. Clara Grace bosses him around and makes him accompany her on scary trips into her dark bedroom. He often gives us a look as though he would appreciate a rescue, but trots off to do her bidding. He puts up with her giving him love, which is the equivalent of rolling around (gently) on the dog and giving him hugs.

If you follow the blog, you might recall the picture of him where Clara Grace made him play dress-up. I have another addition to make. A few moments ago I was vacuuming when here they come. Clara Grace is ecstatic and Jackson is resigned...to wearing reindeer antlers. Perhaps the next time we have him drag her on the sled we can put these back on him and truly feel like the Grinch. The other picture is when we went downstairs to show Charles what she had been up to. What a hoot that little girl is!