Diary of Lady Gilliana Von Graffenstein, Dog

4/29/2025

Dearest Diary,

This weekend Mama took me to the big lake for our morning constitutional. The big lake is one of my favorite places, and as soon as I realized where we were headed I simply had to put my head out of the window and sing a song of delight.

Not very ladylike I know, but sometimes the joy is simply too much to contain.

We pulled into the parking lot, which is normally quite empty in the early hours, but was instead full of cones, people, and drink stations. I became very concerned, but the lovely gentleman watching over the parking lot assured us that the 5k wouldn't start for 20 minutes, and we were free to enjoy the lake as long we made way for runners.

I had a delightful time, sniffing about the trail, checking the best pee spots for local news, and alerting Mama to the presence of rabbits. Alas, she never accepts my invitation to hunt. Why she insists on boring old kibble when we could be feasting on rabbit I shall never understand.

We were about halfway round when the race caught up to us. What a lark! I was most impressed with the ladies pushing perambulators while they ran. Such admirable dedication to sport! The children inside looked like they were having a lovely time. There were even other dogs racing with their humans.

It was truly a lovely Earth Day.

Lady Gilliana, watching the race

Diary of Lady Gilliana Von Graffenstein, Dog

Given further complications from my accident, I have decided to turn over the blog to my dog Gilly, who, quite frankly, has more time for it.

April 21, 2025

Dear Diary,

We were all quite surprised by the sudden snowfall this week, given that we are weeks deep into Spring's promise. Mother was aghast, but I quite like the snow. My thick fur coat makes the low temperature pleasant, and I enjoy the squishy texture. It is far better than the awful rain, which is far too close to a bath for my comfort.

Mother declined my invitation to spend the day outside, so I was forced to amuse myself. The snow had made the ground rather soft and, like any good Victorian lady, I have a keen interest in the exciting field of archeology. I decided to make a scientific study of the backyard, and see what treasures could be dug up from beneath my ve

ry toes. The hours simply flew by, although I did not find anything.

I trotted in to see if I could beg an early dinner from Mama, only to be met with a shriek of horror and a firm command to "Stay!" My endeavors had coated me in mud, which was now forming an accusatory trail behind me.

I stopped and cowered, for I do hate being chided. This was followed by the utter indignity of a bath, and a toweling before I could escape to my safest hidey-hole to wallow in my sorrow.

Was I a bad dog? Mother never said so, but why else would she give me a bath? Clearly I had lost her love, and thus gave over to despair. I refused to come out for dinner or toys. Not even the promise of cuddles could bring my from my cave of safety.

Mother finally coaxed me out with some bits of hot dog. Perhaps she does love me after all.

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