The weather is beautiful…but…there isn’t a butt to sniff anywhere! The streets are bare, not a soul to be seen. My friends are all inside. But, did see a religious fanatic down the street the other day, shouting something about the end of times, using the words “Popsicle lips” (apocalypse). Mom said not to worry. It will all be fine, but we just have to give it time. My favorite neighbor opened his garage door and waved, but I wasn’t allowed to cross the street for scratches and butt rubs. This all Sandi wearing a pink maskseems so awful. And to make matters worse, there’s no butt wipe to be found in the stores and not a face mask to be had, but mom has been busy making one for herself. She looks good in pink…eh? BUT…the good news is, this too, shall pass, and, there shall be plenty of butt wipe and butt rubs. In the meantime, there’s plenty of love to go around. Know that you are all special to me, you are all in my thoughts and prayers, and you all mean the world to me. Until we can rub butts again…Love…Gracie¬†‚Äč