Every night as the moon comes up over the tree tops Gretta gets cozy and says her prayers. With all four paws in the air she prays hard... Dearest God, how long is it going to take before I can tell my secret? Rac always tells me I must remain hush hush...but I love him sooooooo much! I love his tail and the way his eyes look deep into mine...His paws never pay mind to my spines...he says he loves me. Once he called me his little root beer barrel. When I ate too many blueberries he sat with me and watched the poot poot fly through the air with the greatest of ease...that was the first time he gave me a smooch, blueberry kisses he called it. I remember the time he opened that old pizza box and ripped it to shreds and shared it with me behind that old garbage can...he's so romantic! So God, could I spill the beans yet? I feel like I'm going to burst. This is the hardest thing I've ever done...to be so good. Amen.