Waiting for Grace's brain to grow.

I slipped on some green slime while going down a ramp to the garage to get my bike.

In the split second of stretched time, as I fell, I wondered what I had broken, twisted or otherwise wrecked, but it turned out to be just my jeans had green patches on them.

Out on my bike, it rained, then in the grocery store, masses of loose change fell out of my purse all over the floor.

The sun is out again and here are the dogs, Baldrick and Grace.

We, including Baldrick, are waiting for Grace's brain to catch up with her gigantic body.

She is 11 months old now, thick as aplank and races about without looking where she is going.