Hi neighbors,

Grayson here—your friendly, fluffy, and fabulous four-legged resident of Sugar Mill Pond. I’m a 9½-year-old standard poodle, and I’ve got a lot more going for me than just good looks. Sure, I may turn heads on golf cart rides, but I’m more than just a pretty pup. I’m a loyal companion, part-time emotional support expert, and full-time best friend.

Let’s rewind for a second. My mom chose me because she wanted a dog that was not only beautiful (check), but smart, trainable, and the kind of companion that just gets it. I fit the bill perfectly. From the moment I trotted into her life, I knew we were going to be an inseparable duo. She named me Grayson, which suits me to a tee. It sounds dignified, doesn’t it? I like to think I live up to it with style and grace—and maybe a little mischief.

Now, I’m not your average pup. I’ve got a mind of my own and plenty of personality to match. You might think you’re clever trying to spell out words like W-A-L-K or T-R-E-A-T around me… but trust me, I still know what you’re saying. Full sentences? I understand those, too. It’s kind of my thing. I’m smart, expressive, and fully tuned in to whatever my mom is feeling. Happy, sad, stressed—I feel it all and I’m there for it. I like to think of myself as part dog, part emotional guru.

One of my favorite games is chase—except I like to be the one being chased. I’ll zoom around just to get Mom to laugh and join in. I mean, what’s life without a little playtime and chaos, right? I keep her on her toes, and honestly, she wouldn’t have it any other way. She says I make every day better than the last. I don’t disagree.

As for how spoiled I am? Well, let’s just say I live a good life. If you see Mom out on the golf cart or running errands, there’s a 99% chance I’m riding shotgun—literally. I go everywhere with her. I sleep in the bed (my own spot, of course), cuddle on the couch, and have my own pillow and blanket. I’m not extra… I just have standards.

But here’s the real deal. I’m not just a pet—I’m family. Mom has been through some tough seasons, including the loss of her own mother. During those hard days, I’ve been there through it all, giving snuggles, listening (without interrupting), and just being present. I might not speak human, but I sure understand it. And in return, I’m loved fiercely—like one of the pack.

So if you see a sleek poodle cruising by in a golf cart or lounging in the passenger seat with the breeze in my fur, that’s me, Grayson. I may be just a dog to some, but around here, I’m Mom’s best friend, co-pilot, and heart-healer wrapped in curls.

Nice to meet you, neighbors.

Grayson