tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65622934046563610802023-11-16T02:52:31.738-08:00Orion and CassieOne step at a time...Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-38524531338738314882008-02-02T12:13:00.000-08:002008-02-02T12:27:43.712-08:00Oh yeah!Still a good boy! M and D have been leaving me on my own since the other day when M found out she could trust me. I had one tiny little weeny incident where I grabbed a notebook off the kitchen table and brought it into the living room on the couch. But I didn't chew it! I was just reading! So the humans are very proud of me and they can't wait until Cassie can be left uncrated. But M said it's going to be a while. Cassie is still a baby and a bit more of a chewer than I was at her age. And I'm a big boy, dontcha know? It's almost my birthday! February 13th is right around the corner.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwhk2rowWwn61ixJfgysZvRAkSxi-VIU9UGin6e-sI3zjNddZi8RqlTmVwMW8i_VfziKOka2tTiWzCcpJf2OFiMhi49aeur0u9OZcN4o_-ejC4R5Ziqc3bkFwjO5CRGe0wk7luadCPYME/s1600-h/OCandFarley+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162480675692914786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwhk2rowWwn61ixJfgysZvRAkSxi-VIU9UGin6e-sI3zjNddZi8RqlTmVwMW8i_VfziKOka2tTiWzCcpJf2OFiMhi49aeur0u9OZcN4o_-ejC4R5Ziqc3bkFwjO5CRGe0wk7luadCPYME/s400/OCandFarley+025.jpg" border="0" /></a> Check out this guy that's staying with us. His name is Teddy and he's a pretty cool dude. He thinks he can bark louder than me, but we have barking contests to settle the fact that I am MUCH louder (M's been complaining about a headache). He's a foster dude from a local rescue called Austin Dog. Unfortunately, he's got heartworms pretty bad and is getting treated for them. When he was pulled from the shelter, he had one huge shell of matts all over his back and lower body. He still has some, but he needs to keep some of his fur for the colder days this time of year. One of his ears is a little twisted, either something from birth or from a fight with another dog at one point. Mom says he really is cuddly like a teddy bear, but that he needs a cooler name to match his personality. The person that adopts him when he's ready to go is going to be sooooo LUCKY.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6dhDrHLPjB6Gh-oHNQEJEmn397WuTzY7OABWHt-H0OMxkxojNlBg6EVbhArFpz5nnuPY-CwdWXxAkTuSbXivrvDCJXEWXCtT3vQB6tYUeZJt8-ZVd86VYJrzUDSucZ7KoDXr0bSMRHDf/s1600-h/MDandTeddy+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162480684282849394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6dhDrHLPjB6Gh-oHNQEJEmn397WuTzY7OABWHt-H0OMxkxojNlBg6EVbhArFpz5nnuPY-CwdWXxAkTuSbXivrvDCJXEWXCtT3vQB6tYUeZJt8-ZVd86VYJrzUDSucZ7KoDXr0bSMRHDf/s400/MDandTeddy+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> But I've got to go. It's a really nice day outside and we're gonna go PLAY!!</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3tpiJdNUn1db94MY2lpfpv_HT2yZrFRTGLeOhWCXpcyiGuoMaGbjraw0PMajZ7wtjWX1hXqmrV-2saQXcJmA7XxnhstRpQSsaKzR9cG_KK4nwvFdyPOq2XtMlRSFxOCaHQal3rShcNtC/s1600-h/OCFdogpark+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162480692872784002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3tpiJdNUn1db94MY2lpfpv_HT2yZrFRTGLeOhWCXpcyiGuoMaGbjraw0PMajZ7wtjWX1hXqmrV-2saQXcJmA7XxnhstRpQSsaKzR9cG_KK4nwvFdyPOq2XtMlRSFxOCaHQal3rShcNtC/s400/OCFdogpark+041.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Until next time!!!Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-29990440958034383122008-01-29T15:29:00.001-08:002008-01-29T15:50:41.825-08:00Guess who's a good boy?<div align="center">That's right!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh896TnY-jqPp4aAwqZN84LjSlsoA0NnPerS1KTB9-WvYbBchhLH5c4UQaZI46jFNo2Hl4f_KfxAqYqlnylgub9GGN1Rft0I7Qe_2kON6oP_0AoClp924ZNgp6_FHt2yvggp9GZlYUtLmZ6/s1600-h/oriontongue.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161045881738143618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh896TnY-jqPp4aAwqZN84LjSlsoA0NnPerS1KTB9-WvYbBchhLH5c4UQaZI46jFNo2Hl4f_KfxAqYqlnylgub9GGN1Rft0I7Qe_2kON6oP_0AoClp924ZNgp6_FHt2yvggp9GZlYUtLmZ6/s400/oriontongue.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">ME!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Earlier, M had to take Cassie to the vets so her big butt could be weighed to see which Frontline Plus she needs now. Since the vets is only 5 minutes away and it wouldn't take long to get big butt weighed and get my special food and whatnot, M decided she was going to let me have the run of the house for the entire 30 minutes she was gone! (well...not total run of the house...she closed the bedroom door and put a gate across the kitty room door....I have a kitty litter problem, okay!) So I could tell M was a little nervous because she knew I wouldn't be happy about Cassie going out while I'm stuck back here, but she decided to trust me. And when she came back home...guess what?! She didn't find a thing out of place! And she was actually gone for 45 minutes because she's all chatty chatty with the gals over at the vets so she took FOREVER. But I was a good boy and resisted the urge to find paper towels to shred </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">(which is my biggest vice.)<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">So anyway... M told me that big butt weighs 200lbs!!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;">Hey!! That's not true! Mooooommmm!!</span></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5C1JvMbdiIn03ZBDVHsEkLJSNy4nX8eOf5VTjtjpeU99C58uQ0osr9WoDT1w-qSfRqd4iIEIsvqwdIRwwwiugx46ABEMB27kTMeH72bQEDzLB4OdjLdgguorf5QCmJi2HU8huq1SD5I0W/s1600-h/OCFdogpark+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161045903212980114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5C1JvMbdiIn03ZBDVHsEkLJSNy4nX8eOf5VTjtjpeU99C58uQ0osr9WoDT1w-qSfRqd4iIEIsvqwdIRwwwiugx46ABEMB27kTMeH72bQEDzLB4OdjLdgguorf5QCmJi2HU8huq1SD5I0W/s400/OCFdogpark+047.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;">****pouts****</span></p><p align="center">Okay, okay...she only weighs 51lbs. But still...that's heavy! That's only 15lbs less than me! She better start running around like I've been doing with our visitors:</p><p align="center">Tex:</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubXRbSPKbZ6AvllG14YYbLIPW07-5mWoxBilAi665suv98df-2ii8DAfIhfxXbUEui9Wsz8qrYzBmQ5ov7EvW6hPFxku05ef2kOOikHTJSm0DJ2FJaJ5ttzdQjmsnA4jn8EkjohbTLv-d/s1600-h/Tex+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161045911802914722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubXRbSPKbZ6AvllG14YYbLIPW07-5mWoxBilAi665suv98df-2ii8DAfIhfxXbUEui9Wsz8qrYzBmQ5ov7EvW6hPFxku05ef2kOOikHTJSm0DJ2FJaJ5ttzdQjmsnA4jn8EkjohbTLv-d/s400/Tex+029.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>and Frida:</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6DKgVmnDWoRdoWUmtiM_QuyHi2m4ehCzR8SyJJfDogRmGm2bBj5r8Tnzv8HiwYB6S-9DFTOK22LLSDQWag9fAsPVJJ8eRJUk_2HMY4oRn7dTb1EbYCnEprYoJJfWoOcLCNzVOeiTw2gzR/s1600-h/OCbye+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161045933277751218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6DKgVmnDWoRdoWUmtiM_QuyHi2m4ehCzR8SyJJfDogRmGm2bBj5r8Tnzv8HiwYB6S-9DFTOK22LLSDQWag9fAsPVJJ8eRJUk_2HMY4oRn7dTb1EbYCnEprYoJJfWoOcLCNzVOeiTw2gzR/s400/OCbye+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> I ran around so much, my eyes turned into lasers!</p><p align="center">M better be the one to take Cassie outside and get her moving, because it's Girl Scout cookie time and I've seen way too many empty boxes of thin mints lying around.</p><p align="center">Uh-oh...I see M rolling up some newspaper...better go!</p><p align="center">Later everydog! </p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-34417225035917642562008-01-20T19:57:00.001-08:002008-01-20T19:59:28.591-08:00Oh and one more thing!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhSbRj2IeDOfnLmO6wmE4gwOXgspLWudUBFRr9cddpcA5v3cMI2G_N0_zDPJ5kewz6KEDKySsDiDqxiZlmg09CCUuiQmcQXD42unZH-Bup_VB0GEDz6Qy1E3cXdKkWit8E5JoMfM6Lq9-/s1600-h/OCF+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157774212869147746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhSbRj2IeDOfnLmO6wmE4gwOXgspLWudUBFRr9cddpcA5v3cMI2G_N0_zDPJ5kewz6KEDKySsDiDqxiZlmg09CCUuiQmcQXD42unZH-Bup_VB0GEDz6Qy1E3cXdKkWit8E5JoMfM6Lq9-/s400/OCF+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">GO</span> <span style="color:#000099;">GIANTS</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">!</span></span></strong></div>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-76737212005275123192008-01-20T18:26:00.000-08:002008-01-20T19:17:54.232-08:00Memory LaneSo M and D got a new gadget today that they've been playing with for a few hours. I think they said a three in one paw-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ter</span>? (oh wait...M says it's a printer) Anyway, they say that they can scan old pictures onto the computer now. M has been wanting to upload some pictures of some of my "ancestors" (if you will). She spent all day looking through old pictures to find some and she found photos of most of her previous dogs, but not all. Anyway, she showed me a bunch of them and at first they all seemed really different than Cassie and me. Some of them looked like other dogs I've met at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dog park</span> and some of them I had never seen anything like before! Then all of a sudden, I though I was looking into a mirror! (okay, well not totally...unless the mirror was tinted yellow and if I was a lot smaller) You'll see what I mean!<br /><br />These first two family members were my Mom's childhood friends. This cute <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cocker</span> is Patches. M doesn't have a whole lot of memories of him except a few moments of playing with him and of Patches greeting her when she got home from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kindergarten</span>.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGf0sGsjZUCIW9ZbpVjG2RzaLQSate0jaKhsnpVOxZ_QgHQvtYEGb3CciHnrlGTag09tqgC21Wh7ushfLcDRRzZOLcALxUfGZFkAQK0gwITm7YocQjHIWvtCS6GmQA_xHpOTX9-9p4Ouk/s1600-h/img004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157753786004687746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGf0sGsjZUCIW9ZbpVjG2RzaLQSate0jaKhsnpVOxZ_QgHQvtYEGb3CciHnrlGTag09tqgC21Wh7ushfLcDRRzZOLcALxUfGZFkAQK0gwITm7YocQjHIWvtCS6GmQA_xHpOTX9-9p4Ouk/s320/img004.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Sandy-boy. He was a very loyal and sweet Lhasa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Apso</span> and M's very best friend when she was growing up. He was a sandy color when he was a pup (as seen in this picture), but after he turned one or so he turned completely gray. He was a sick boy and had problems with epilepsy. He had his first seizure around his second birthday and it continued to get worse. M and her family were able to keep it under control with medication and it helped him have good days for the next three years. After he turned five, however, his little body couldn't take it anymore and he crossed the rainbow bridge. M was out of town (across the country) when he got very sick and had to be brought to the vets. She'll never feel better about how she wasn't able to be there during his last couple of days and last few hours :(<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxQ6c0Rb8pjA8HGn9r8hfwUVt8b4D-ZloIQelDORP301k10UHEGjMNMP0ULqA3NTI01tr1Y6vTMAGE4vkSdzqM23fpXnST5FYliAjfPQ9skDsuUDVhekUkgJWkxJLzKvfZliFwYPtGMeK/s1600-h/img005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157753786004687762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxQ6c0Rb8pjA8HGn9r8hfwUVt8b4D-ZloIQelDORP301k10UHEGjMNMP0ULqA3NTI01tr1Y6vTMAGE4vkSdzqM23fpXnST5FYliAjfPQ9skDsuUDVhekUkgJWkxJLzKvfZliFwYPtGMeK/s320/img005.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Buddy. He was a good (and very crazy) collie-mix. He was extremely neglected in his prior home; he had no training, was completely unaware of how to act in a home environment and didn't know his own strength. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVpyUGqeApK5AryhaVF8ns9gHqB5Py1qpuZC36gMGl9RzR2ebhPX9MNokukg3n8lImjnL3edjxlo6GQLbFh82A1L1MRTC1ebtY0dpg5KXqHAuPfsnp2FR-ugthWnfDuhfW-Okn_D-4kWP/s1600-h/Buddy1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157753790299655074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVpyUGqeApK5AryhaVF8ns9gHqB5Py1qpuZC36gMGl9RzR2ebhPX9MNokukg3n8lImjnL3edjxlo6GQLbFh82A1L1MRTC1ebtY0dpg5KXqHAuPfsnp2FR-ugthWnfDuhfW-Okn_D-4kWP/s320/Buddy1.jpg" border="0" /></a> He was a beautiful boy (these pictures don't do him justice as they were taken right after he was taken home from the shelter). Mom can't find anymore pictures of him, but he was a good friend and lived a long, healthy life.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkmdJsl3bOd0fa1srDw2K9UEyq9E-1JJJgzp4KkpZFoinGylEPtol2XJLad0x4whYLkBmiuZl70lXUBOyNjbWCCSa7uRo_t28sUTHWqI8HFkltdSh34TY5RQyB4uDtu1ShvJRaJbOR4px/s1600-h/img010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157753794594622386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkmdJsl3bOd0fa1srDw2K9UEyq9E-1JJJgzp4KkpZFoinGylEPtol2XJLad0x4whYLkBmiuZl70lXUBOyNjbWCCSa7uRo_t28sUTHWqI8HFkltdSh34TY5RQyB4uDtu1ShvJRaJbOR4px/s320/img010.jpg" border="0" /></a> And then there was Hooper. This is the boy that changed everything (as M said in her post the other day). He only spent a short time in Mom's life, but he changed it forever. Unfortunately, he developed an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">immuno</span>-deficiency disorder and was unable to fight off a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">parvo</span>-like illness. Mom wishes that she took a lot more pictures of him during the 2 weeks he spent in her home.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGVxDvLKwaLr1oge7EcLaUgaLpBPVjCA6vP-9zDWnIzzvwsN0kZxIYHwNS8ORYyo_lkJT8pJ7a0KGkjK86M65ixw4oY0o75T79PldY4Caf5KnZyC8iqsmAm7M0TA8HQ-hZUH63q150b6N/s1600-h/img006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157753468177107778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGVxDvLKwaLr1oge7EcLaUgaLpBPVjCA6vP-9zDWnIzzvwsN0kZxIYHwNS8ORYyo_lkJT8pJ7a0KGkjK86M65ixw4oY0o75T79PldY4Caf5KnZyC8iqsmAm7M0TA8HQ-hZUH63q150b6N/s320/img006.jpg" border="0" /></a> And here is Amadeus! (A lot of boys in the past, eh?) What a sweet puppy face!<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7xW6ifL6H8l6fpa9gO-PgZgux5qnc4Pkj5y8h-uBFJzIysBUe1n56uxrBwLiqior_kCsEXQGEHi43se_Guz_gvM18e-NaizhStIdYbnNT3zteOuLrgmxPTSokmFdVvvCHuNdqW_msJLv/s1600-h/img007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157753472472075090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7xW6ifL6H8l6fpa9gO-PgZgux5qnc4Pkj5y8h-uBFJzIysBUe1n56uxrBwLiqior_kCsEXQGEHi43se_Guz_gvM18e-NaizhStIdYbnNT3zteOuLrgmxPTSokmFdVvvCHuNdqW_msJLv/s320/img007.jpg" border="0" /></a> He grew up to be a very loyal partner, very HUGE, and VERY smart.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhde7ERGKdwPKv5NlQqj0QIXdw2eGXoVW3mm0KxbiOr1C9K2MMEhbxJ8up0iC2PcgdvEX2-nEmNNPkEoFpBsIyf3zF9DGn8AH4aEZe9YKsDMri9o3Wj2OE_iwlJUIgNx-EuIj9A-rztukwC/s1600-h/img008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157753472472075106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhde7ERGKdwPKv5NlQqj0QIXdw2eGXoVW3mm0KxbiOr1C9K2MMEhbxJ8up0iC2PcgdvEX2-nEmNNPkEoFpBsIyf3zF9DGn8AH4aEZe9YKsDMri9o3Wj2OE_iwlJUIgNx-EuIj9A-rztukwC/s320/img008.jpg" border="0" /></a>In fact, Amadeus was SO smart, that he went through complete training to be a bomb sniffing dog! He passed all of his tests and though M was sad to see him go, he joined the program and is still living with the same owners and trainers that he went to live with long ago. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yC-ms3J7ejHgPfUijH1VyfYG5jZTeAaBg92eNSaQ3EzK98YLgaWB40VilZANyRhS_dClCFuC9rd0IZE-tnUAIxjobcjvJHeaYNgP3VMqEM69kXDeuKTeDCEG-8wglP8qnXxRkqFeYgxA/s1600-h/img009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157753476767042418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yC-ms3J7ejHgPfUijH1VyfYG5jZTeAaBg92eNSaQ3EzK98YLgaWB40VilZANyRhS_dClCFuC9rd0IZE-tnUAIxjobcjvJHeaYNgP3VMqEM69kXDeuKTeDCEG-8wglP8qnXxRkqFeYgxA/s320/img009.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mom has just recently made contact again with his owners (contact was lost for about 2 years) and found out that he's still a very sweet boy, though much older. He is retired now and spends his days at home laying in the sun and playing with his 2 siblings -- a lab mix named Honey, and a corgi mix named Snickers. </p><p>I know that a few people have posted about their ancestors, and thanks to the Maryann and the <a href="http://fivehappyhounds.blogspot.com/">Brat Pack</a> for posting the pictures of the gang a few years back. We especially enjoyed all the pics of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Thrawn</span> and Dakota, not to mention baby pics of Tucker :) Anyone else want to post pictures of your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">predecessors</span>? We'd really like to see them!!</p><p>'Til next time!<br /></p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-17207742660410931892008-01-16T10:36:00.000-08:002008-08-05T09:01:34.593-07:00Top 5 Dog Matches<div align="left">Cole here again. I recently saw Sophie's mom's post about her top five dog matches, so I thought I'd try it out. I honestly wasn't expecting to have a labrador retriever pop up as a match, but guess what?<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Top Five Personality Matches:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEW8jyyzGlIW3w-Rhb4btdA6wADuInNvsEts1chVSVREye5cO-P2VgPFH0KBBXe5H1eOYPVnQvFq9kCemgGifqyrpA7Jicdg3Ng0EW4RVRC39NVJsHTyuDeIgSumBDqrf8Bww2cj4KzkdT/s1600-h/labrador-retriever.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156147279257422402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEW8jyyzGlIW3w-Rhb4btdA6wADuInNvsEts1chVSVREye5cO-P2VgPFH0KBBXe5H1eOYPVnQvFq9kCemgGifqyrpA7Jicdg3Ng0EW4RVRC39NVJsHTyuDeIgSumBDqrf8Bww2cj4KzkdT/s200/labrador-retriever.gif" border="0" /></a>Labrador Retriever</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4fvXoa8lu8rF-Kgh8UAuKvv4BDWZ3CZ4xxGwVlnBqKXOt8uZpHI0iVutLKGh2mX4Vr4k7CMJnjI4m539DG4OeGy5H54TnOjqvKHd0rKrgrcRwUdwO8nAnjo3cUGPbs538lxy-z-H2Q_M/s1600-h/lharrier.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156147283552389714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4fvXoa8lu8rF-Kgh8UAuKvv4BDWZ3CZ4xxGwVlnBqKXOt8uZpHI0iVutLKGh2mX4Vr4k7CMJnjI4m539DG4OeGy5H54TnOjqvKHd0rKrgrcRwUdwO8nAnjo3cUGPbs538lxy-z-H2Q_M/s200/lharrier.gif" border="0" /></a> Harrier</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwvCFr88eSC6btI8lbc9D9Gcy82HWBWZvt7Vvgk28W06CFL-5kWAw7r42LSNQz4lmFWPzwcqWECUkbCtsA4dzfDWCxY2r0A4iaZP8xce2ZZgRbRC4RH0C2VAGNYgoBZYAYHrfImj9O7FY/s1600-h/lbriard.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156147283552389730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwvCFr88eSC6btI8lbc9D9Gcy82HWBWZvt7Vvgk28W06CFL-5kWAw7r42LSNQz4lmFWPzwcqWECUkbCtsA4dzfDWCxY2r0A4iaZP8xce2ZZgRbRC4RH0C2VAGNYgoBZYAYHrfImj9O7FY/s200/lbriard.gif" border="0" /></a> Briard</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAN_WBUgNVNyh1yUFGz_MDn2xIpWL5OEEgTGwINT18hKY8LoI8U0KmPNbXOCYWWwWpqf-r9H4QTlS5V_j2K2CKWAwWrCU3UyFuBVtY8KzlOGsuBmH8oHCpQ8gLEuxi-WunVnsvcwJeUnxk/s1600-h/lgolden-retriever.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156147283552389746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAN_WBUgNVNyh1yUFGz_MDn2xIpWL5OEEgTGwINT18hKY8LoI8U0KmPNbXOCYWWwWpqf-r9H4QTlS5V_j2K2CKWAwWrCU3UyFuBVtY8KzlOGsuBmH8oHCpQ8gLEuxi-WunVnsvcwJeUnxk/s200/lgolden-retriever.gif" border="0" /></a> Golden Retriever</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYT_e8wyVMo5T8QLfyxXTJUhI-r0t7heTLwUv2Iuan39b6VjiTLwYlK1XezYuMXh6dvuN0E9SQCogqPqA8xyjy8tn5E3Y2hvsEJkXgYQ6GksilndOQdmNSoJqIXNRAT2WsBW8Dasmhp1U/s1600-h/lgreater-swiss-mountain-dog.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156147287847357058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYT_e8wyVMo5T8QLfyxXTJUhI-r0t7heTLwUv2Iuan39b6VjiTLwYlK1XezYuMXh6dvuN0E9SQCogqPqA8xyjy8tn5E3Y2hvsEJkXgYQ6GksilndOQdmNSoJqIXNRAT2WsBW8Dasmhp1U/s200/lgreater-swiss-mountain-dog.gif" border="0" /></a>Swiss Mountain Dog<br /></p>Hmm. Guess I did alright in choosing Labradors. Actually, Labs chose me. I wasn't a huge fan of labradors about 8 years ago. I considered them a little too common and overbred. Kind of a mindless lump of a family dog. Where I grew up, a lot of people owned so-called guardian dogs: Dobermans, Rotties, and mainly Staff. Terriers. Why anyone thought that pit bulls make good defenders against people always escaped me, but I digress. No one I knew had a lab and the ones I did see always seemed a little bit...boring. But then Hooper waltzed into my life (I say waltzed because that's pretty much what he did. He danced his way into my heart with his wiggly butt.) He was a very sick puppy from the beginning, but in the short time that I had him, I fell in love with him. After he passed, I gave it another go with my next dog -- a yellow lab named Amadeus. While I fell in love with Hooper and he was the one that made me decide to adopt Amadeus when I saw him, Ami was the one who made me fall in love with the breed. Now I completely adore labs for their unwavering loyalty, their willingess to 'go get the ball' in the freezing cold water, their drive while they're "working" (even if their job is just chasing a soccer ball around the yard), and their capacity for love. They come with their own set of challenges as all breeds do, but they've worked their way into my heart and soul and are now an addiction. I'll always be up for adopting other breeds and mixes, but it's those labs sitting in shelters that REALLY tear my heart up. Maybe one day soon, when we've got Orion's allergies and diet finally under control and Cassie has some more training under our belt, we'll head back over to the shelter or a rescue and let another Labrador (or pointer or poodle or dalmation or shepherd...who knows!) into our hearts to stay.<br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-59632055732565436592008-01-13T17:24:00.001-08:002008-01-13T18:15:39.001-08:00Finally!The computer is ours at last! Geez, M is a laptop hog. "I'm doing boarding stuff!" is always her excuse. Well we have a life, too! In fact, we've been tagged and STILL haven't completeled it for our new friend <a href="http://izziesworld.blogspot.com/">Izzy</a>. We were tagged to list 7 weird things about us. Well I could tell you about a million things that make Cassie weird, but I guess I'll be fair and make it three for Cassie, three for me, and then one thing that makes us both weird. Cassie can go first since she's the weirdest.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">1. Mom says that sometimes I just stare off into space like I don't know what's going on. I don't know what she's talking about -- I'm contemplating very serious matters. Things like dinner and when we're going to go to the park!<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">2. I love cats! Orion thinks that this is really weird, but Phoenix is one of my best buds. He's like a small dog, but easier to pounce on.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">3. I sit down funny. While most dogs sit on their haunches, i sit on the base of my tail so that my back arches. Therefore, it's really easy to get knocked over. Sometimes while I'm sitting and pondering about my dinner, someone will come along and knock me down! Everyone laughs!<br /></span><br />Okay, me next. I suppose I can find a few things that make me kind of weird.<br />1. I go really really really crazy over my soccer balls and tennis balls. Throw it to me, throw it to me! Mom says that I'm obsessed.<br /><br />2. I like to spoon. At night when we go to bed, I like put one leg under my dad's head and put the other one overhis shoulder, then rest my head on his neck. M says that it's adorable, but I just think it's really comfy. M has yet to get a good picture of it, but when she does, she'll post it.<br /><br />3.I'll eat pretty much anything. The humans don't want me to because they say that some food makes me itchy, but I don't really think about the consequences when there's food in front of me. M has even found me munching on paper and cat poop. Hey! It's a delicacy.<br /><br />Okay, and one thing that makes the both of us weird is:<br />We both have really funny barks! M says that mine sounds more like a mix between a husky and donkey! Most of the time I 'wooo', but if I'm complaining about something, it's a sing-songy up and down staccato type whine/bark. And Cassie has a really high pitched bark that turns into a howl. When we play bitey face, you can't hear anything else because of Cassie's howls and my crazy barking.<br /><br />So that's our tag! Now we choose 7 other DWB's. How about <a href="http://ferndoggle.blogspot.com/">Lola, Penny, and Sherm </a>, <a href="http://northfordmaggie.blogspot.com/">Maggie and Mitch</a>, <a href="http://rivsky-river.blogspot.com/">River </a>and<a href="http://cubbygoesdigital.blogspot.com/"> Cubby</a>! Have fun. everydog!<br /><br />We miss you guys and we haven't forgotten about you! We'll have more news soon. Right now we're just enjoying our company - Frida.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_seIZQ1lT_lb6_ZdAtF5q41tKlryeJKW601uB0T1y7gof5ohYLMpl2HJUAwBHZe58ziUXOC-jW0n6TaGC9HZ-VYMn0FNDXcYqEcqhkFQcexsAjboKFLfb1E4UE7U6iOXePBqq1Dk35NGi/s1600-h/Frida+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155149360786065794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_seIZQ1lT_lb6_ZdAtF5q41tKlryeJKW601uB0T1y7gof5ohYLMpl2HJUAwBHZe58ziUXOC-jW0n6TaGC9HZ-VYMn0FNDXcYqEcqhkFQcexsAjboKFLfb1E4UE7U6iOXePBqq1Dk35NGi/s320/Frida+094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qoytw3VCK4pwmQl-d18cC5KxwO-0et0qH7oSJBHjSeXYYYt9XeCKSPzO3dVP7YSdoO9IvXS7NXYZ4DdsOJZ98nExt20Di6eEhuVMp-FJ46XBJvEe5dVfBRwHBuxf6KuwN7n_juTr55Ih/s1600-h/Frida+209.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155149365081033106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qoytw3VCK4pwmQl-d18cC5KxwO-0et0qH7oSJBHjSeXYYYt9XeCKSPzO3dVP7YSdoO9IvXS7NXYZ4DdsOJZ98nExt20Di6eEhuVMp-FJ46XBJvEe5dVfBRwHBuxf6KuwN7n_juTr55Ih/s320/Frida+209.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTicClfISlPgrupDx5hkwU_fKjeVFQ8Ny56nZVlzeDGi3jEIs-xH9wY3dU0an7bmPOBv0S-TW0ExcL0h-IvFmNyRFPdOeXmF3IxMpDaeFYBgjASR5J16XyOdeqe-O14lBrs47Rr_TBbp8K/s1600-h/Frida+218.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155149369376000418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTicClfISlPgrupDx5hkwU_fKjeVFQ8Ny56nZVlzeDGi3jEIs-xH9wY3dU0an7bmPOBv0S-TW0ExcL0h-IvFmNyRFPdOeXmF3IxMpDaeFYBgjASR5J16XyOdeqe-O14lBrs47Rr_TBbp8K/s320/Frida+218.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-38882298453585663562008-01-10T21:11:00.001-08:002008-01-10T22:03:04.048-08:00So sorry. . .. . .that I've kept your friends away!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBy8iOZ8yRyFVgYRmKT7wpC5sKN2ItoiB-NFQuaLOT-5Ph_LxOp0oShLyyYHCEPkZuPsQQCWJNTg4x0AwqPtzK4aSWsgv9wKY8kGHF06NEbYw8TZY2WRa0_brIfOnyW39Eu-sILHUBNg1h/s1600-h/Frida+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154090462369040594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBy8iOZ8yRyFVgYRmKT7wpC5sKN2ItoiB-NFQuaLOT-5Ph_LxOp0oShLyyYHCEPkZuPsQQCWJNTg4x0AwqPtzK4aSWsgv9wKY8kGHF06NEbYw8TZY2WRa0_brIfOnyW39Eu-sILHUBNg1h/s320/Frida+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxQg0hULal2cjjYGPh2JFSOGZ2tbzbHlRYa3ttUAtc9itwuFXW3rqvDRuQNCJvAi1U21UYgbzfLrC6cikXF2bO1J1zZx864i1gRP8da9XqEtpWfkty-juqAB3hFMhk-qLp9DRQk7yqPKa/s1600-h/Frida+095.jpg"></a>It's the Mom here and it's all my fault that Orion and Cassie haven't been keeping in touch. We've got some exciting news and it's the reason why we've been away. We're starting an extended stay dog boarding business out of our home. I've been wanting to do something like this for a while, and I'm really excited that we now have the land and a large enough house to do it. Preparing the house and setting things up have taken up most of our time as of late. We built a dutch door to put on the door frame leading to our back room as a more "permanent" baby gate and made a few things in the house and yard more dog friendly.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCcd0vrG0MEqZBTPTZh8I7nMYtAsUv97lpisBso3Aht5tKzF3w_hrE17zb5qF9jHfntL22CIhkMTZXYif_K_eC243PTzRZcxCqimqiaHG9NA2pZ6wFW01_aSR9x_MkoATgmSaC0HYac6e/s1600-h/Frida+120.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154090475253942514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCcd0vrG0MEqZBTPTZh8I7nMYtAsUv97lpisBso3Aht5tKzF3w_hrE17zb5qF9jHfntL22CIhkMTZXYif_K_eC243PTzRZcxCqimqiaHG9NA2pZ6wFW01_aSR9x_MkoATgmSaC0HYac6e/s320/Frida+120.jpg" border="0" /></a> I have a lot of goals in mind for Lucky Dog (our chosen name for this boarding venture). I really would like to create a loving, stress-free home environment for our boarders -- a place that focuses and maintains the routines each individual dog. There are no kennels or dogruns and we treat each lovable pup like our own :)</p><p>I've started another blog that our clients can follow while they're on out of town. It will track the daily doings of their dogs so they can check up and have a nice chronicle of what they did while at Lucky Dog. You can see it <a href="http://luckydogboarding.blogspot.com/">HERE.</a></p><p>And you can see our website with more info on Lucky Dog <a href="http://tx.local.yahoo.biz/luckydog/index.html">HERE.</a> We're still working on it.</p><p>AND the best thing is that we're working with the Central Texas SPCA (which is located right down the street from me). We're a donation hub for them and we're donating some of our proceeds to them (especially our grooming services once we get those going).<br />We have our first boarder under Lucky Dog right now :) Her parents dropped her off this morning and she's getting along well with all of us.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GZPS2JXTUEIvmuNEuLW1F7t501aiV4-NgbtqE4WjuEUw5TCn2eZ-1lNqlDuobCyrgtctootNIcuLdxbc5jgIhN0HwZDRwDfkZD_fzfKDbivR4nTRg4EFDBXyBNdiUgcAQ03qRSx_gEsP/s1600-h/Frida+148.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154090479548909826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GZPS2JXTUEIvmuNEuLW1F7t501aiV4-NgbtqE4WjuEUw5TCn2eZ-1lNqlDuobCyrgtctootNIcuLdxbc5jgIhN0HwZDRwDfkZD_fzfKDbivR4nTRg4EFDBXyBNdiUgcAQ03qRSx_gEsP/s320/Frida+148.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>And here's a picture of our original Lucky Dogs:</p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGfP2uExB_mQliYWH_lprdEShyM6wnVQm2pdYzeO7JJewKTXsGC3P3JH1f5eRA4VLCBKH_ipdL8aTvqrFrCUD0Shjfl06BLTOpcmdc4i6lU41UbrEOEFi_aIx951MqInR2brmBzd5o77Z/s1600-h/Frida+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154090483843877138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGfP2uExB_mQliYWH_lprdEShyM6wnVQm2pdYzeO7JJewKTXsGC3P3JH1f5eRA4VLCBKH_ipdL8aTvqrFrCUD0Shjfl06BLTOpcmdc4i6lU41UbrEOEFi_aIx951MqInR2brmBzd5o77Z/s320/Frida+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p>I promise that Orion and Cassie will return soon to tell you about what they've been up to the past week or so. In the meantime, any advice or feedback is greatly appreciated!</p><p>Until next time!</p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-73637878580725143442008-01-01T19:01:00.000-08:002008-01-01T20:19:27.616-08:00Happy New Year!<div align="center"><em>Tonight I am dictating this post to my human assistant from the comfort of my warm, fireside resting place...ahhh...what a life...</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdscUO6PRdSd-LCw9DaDZ8Kw7FzmASvvOiQ0QzD9blQQUx9KTJU4S0euyo2ZrL9Hra8J7IuAO6nTAx_VJB8XxApAB-f-W96lZXcYzsorfAYjlmrpXoERrMeKR1FE-nd8stsewUQmYKyOBi/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+265.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150717757695477730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdscUO6PRdSd-LCw9DaDZ8Kw7FzmASvvOiQ0QzD9blQQUx9KTJU4S0euyo2ZrL9Hra8J7IuAO6nTAx_VJB8XxApAB-f-W96lZXcYzsorfAYjlmrpXoERrMeKR1FE-nd8stsewUQmYKyOBi/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+265.jpg" border="0" /></a>Either this is going to be a REALLY long post or M is going to have to split it up into volumes. We've got a lot to catch up on! Sorry that we haven't been around much. There's been a lot of action lately and the computer was being overused for things other than blogging purposes.<br /></div><div align="left">First of all, Christmas was a distraction because everyone was busy running around and buying me Christmas presents. Well, that and decorating and cooking and taking pictures and visiting and going to pawties (without inviting us, no less!). It seemed like there was sooooo much to do and then all of a sudden . . . it was CHRISTMAS MORNING! Woohoo! Our first Christmas! We were so excited that we could barely wait to get to our stocking and pressies. Here's some of the stuff we got...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4l_4KhbjgQGpf2hy8IEO1H5VgyyL1SgF8goihsGEiuAoYDMCYvPJFsXmfXSkJoSWQ-ILFhtvgDOOK_cITPwflYnVSo0ecPiGmLAEE-5E67SzN8VfgK4m1MhZLefyT-mls9VoW_Pi8gJV/s1600-h/playing+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150717761990445042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4l_4KhbjgQGpf2hy8IEO1H5VgyyL1SgF8goihsGEiuAoYDMCYvPJFsXmfXSkJoSWQ-ILFhtvgDOOK_cITPwflYnVSo0ecPiGmLAEE-5E67SzN8VfgK4m1MhZLefyT-mls9VoW_Pi8gJV/s320/playing+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh yes...bad cuz, dino cuz, rabbit treats and HEY! Who's that peeking out from the top of our stocking?</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHKygXMF9XpNVdSKGLCFfu2kpN-Snh8fq8e23-ZLORlkQZsG831cOFc_FFGIrUGPDvtTKVaXhsFeUma06LKXJ5tHp3q721DoTTR8DHGSjUDlayfpjLO2RZ1AFXd12fj2yHqqe3cy0JvLh/s1600-h/12-17+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150715258024511378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHKygXMF9XpNVdSKGLCFfu2kpN-Snh8fq8e23-ZLORlkQZsG831cOFc_FFGIrUGPDvtTKVaXhsFeUma06LKXJ5tHp3q721DoTTR8DHGSjUDlayfpjLO2RZ1AFXd12fj2yHqqe3cy0JvLh/s320/12-17+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh yes! It's Mr. Carrot! Just like Maggie and Mitch's friend! We couldn't wait to dig in and find all of our goodies that Santa Paws left for us!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpQ5ZuuENMWME-vbY77AsbZ3DRZ2Z5G9TwvtLaDQbju5IDccY6B6a8D11fOebJdZvuQne6VIdfCcikOWvzz5RHTfh4MWZdG67Np9gVlHibkAvBqn70G7q_LNZ5S4d1K4ec7CiEJGT4Vq9/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150715262319478690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpQ5ZuuENMWME-vbY77AsbZ3DRZ2Z5G9TwvtLaDQbju5IDccY6B6a8D11fOebJdZvuQne6VIdfCcikOWvzz5RHTfh4MWZdG67Np9gVlHibkAvBqn70G7q_LNZ5S4d1K4ec7CiEJGT4Vq9/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+062.jpg" border="0" /></a> C'mon Mom! Hurry up! (Oh and Mom wanted me to include an apology for her poor choice of tee-shirt for Christmas morning. <em>'It was dark and I was sleepy and I just grabbed the first shirt I could</em>!') </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQMtAOrdB7kcSfFmYeouAwGvLwWUmbYQ4Hf20L8MahLBaQ92Cm_ac4jECcoFQYEHsUp9OXwP0cUQk855CoceFoR232RzzQ1UQky5oxQ5dwDYRzb9n7OoU3C9OnLU6mY3_BBOY0ef371fr/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150715270909413298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQMtAOrdB7kcSfFmYeouAwGvLwWUmbYQ4Hf20L8MahLBaQ92Cm_ac4jECcoFQYEHsUp9OXwP0cUQk855CoceFoR232RzzQ1UQky5oxQ5dwDYRzb9n7OoU3C9OnLU6mY3_BBOY0ef371fr/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+063.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yeah! Bring on Mr. Carrot!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlQTakqFn4fysTLCSht4VzSJLy-Zfxfx3w7g3Igxs7B7PHR37Ta7yY7oxTSYvBxLC-A98JoKu6G7RLvStZzwPc85rTikxJxi6ws7hanXeIyU_SMbtTFIgQX2sq0uXyd0TVCz-qFJcWHRn/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150715275204380610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlQTakqFn4fysTLCSht4VzSJLy-Zfxfx3w7g3Igxs7B7PHR37Ta7yY7oxTSYvBxLC-A98JoKu6G7RLvStZzwPc85rTikxJxi6ws7hanXeIyU_SMbtTFIgQX2sq0uXyd0TVCz-qFJcWHRn/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+065.jpg" border="0" /></a> MMMMMM...Rabbit Jerky!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsokRJXMQ-fAloAcFSS9f4-ECeU-E6JKNzwQ1iUexU61h3mxIXHApU6vIDGCsr6PEoBPFkqBGGtaY33f4VWq4dPC20J5NwOhyTzuPM-8Y9BzEJ0VYmAqbIVrBxcUgzRvKjiVCBxeKwR5dY/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150715279499347922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsokRJXMQ-fAloAcFSS9f4-ECeU-E6JKNzwQ1iUexU61h3mxIXHApU6vIDGCsr6PEoBPFkqBGGtaY33f4VWq4dPC20J5NwOhyTzuPM-8Y9BzEJ0VYmAqbIVrBxcUgzRvKjiVCBxeKwR5dY/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+070.jpg" border="0" /></a> Give us some of that, Mom! Look, we're being good!</p><p align="center">(<em>ok, is it just me, or did Cassie grow up overnight?)</em></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5P4mRau_c41V0edcpAL8_XQvZESyf2F3HH6eWcRnRlCqLAOOsnrUSXBo2Pk_8nT3Iad6vBL6phKMhyPy5QY4ibItVBMV2YVNmiYIsQ58j-hVGcNkmVrAIzZnJGNB-c-0iUF3_R0AscrC/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150713926584649538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5P4mRau_c41V0edcpAL8_XQvZESyf2F3HH6eWcRnRlCqLAOOsnrUSXBo2Pk_8nT3Iad6vBL6phKMhyPy5QY4ibItVBMV2YVNmiYIsQ58j-hVGcNkmVrAIzZnJGNB-c-0iUF3_R0AscrC/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+077.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKI88imJA-H-5NfiCDMJQYJKyH_9VhKJDntf1x6OJbKIHnSgs235fgPUyamFydCsEzRUDJhzhUBCcsY16HVl9cwp1eisz3eHL-UbjK-NhVUs8RPl39vA_2L3LGzh9OO-HyPqjrmXDGb3I/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150713930879616850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKI88imJA-H-5NfiCDMJQYJKyH_9VhKJDntf1x6OJbKIHnSgs235fgPUyamFydCsEzRUDJhzhUBCcsY16HVl9cwp1eisz3eHL-UbjK-NhVUs8RPl39vA_2L3LGzh9OO-HyPqjrmXDGb3I/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+084.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yay!!! Christmas is the best!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Even the furballs enjoyed their gifts...although Lani wasn't quite as enthusiastic as the rest of us. She's too proper to play with toys in an undignified manor. Pssh!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwEPeBfIe27gj8eZtjQtPi-TSg5nCRaRSJ01c89nff4mh0TzIt5kxsGcEeLs4OTWjCPtZ5zO15cevRxhc940KS1CrWMGTqEUM5h5LXOOwGiaiTw0Z8E3whHFBHXhEEIZ1z9hzI7GpwbAs/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150713935174584162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwEPeBfIe27gj8eZtjQtPi-TSg5nCRaRSJ01c89nff4mh0TzIt5kxsGcEeLs4OTWjCPtZ5zO15cevRxhc940KS1CrWMGTqEUM5h5LXOOwGiaiTw0Z8E3whHFBHXhEEIZ1z9hzI7GpwbAs/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+107.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcai1LZ6Dx1SxqodNbJqgk9UWX0nq2rfke6p9-vASqSBkWNQb577OE0mRRyWtv0KB9MvGy270jeW_rLMZBYI5mTFmVW1pooYeQVypJPdiCxGdemYyvQxaR4_PHMUMaeLyk-dWkk7N674Be/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150713939469551474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcai1LZ6Dx1SxqodNbJqgk9UWX0nq2rfke6p9-vASqSBkWNQb577OE0mRRyWtv0KB9MvGy270jeW_rLMZBYI5mTFmVW1pooYeQVypJPdiCxGdemYyvQxaR4_PHMUMaeLyk-dWkk7N674Be/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+094.jpg" border="0" /></a> Phoenix doesn't care, though. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDRXD91yoMMKZfoOG_GA25qfPnX6VBTJSuflCePXyjob01vK8QKedFXsS3_vjJs_a_Gs6p4u2iN2TkzT_t-Kc2KQjGApcO6xkuQuGbOWhPeUsyoIZm-DWU8a1FGo4aIuS4MbwdH-0c48-/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150713943764518786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDRXD91yoMMKZfoOG_GA25qfPnX6VBTJSuflCePXyjob01vK8QKedFXsS3_vjJs_a_Gs6p4u2iN2TkzT_t-Kc2KQjGApcO6xkuQuGbOWhPeUsyoIZm-DWU8a1FGo4aIuS4MbwdH-0c48-/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+091.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEFqK8zoVegM93ZrxUcy_OR6SBPqlmB1UwQryGBBtVwYC2IHnQswMk1AWbYIyr6rZKmlJ0NJOpJC8PHCJiDT1f2Yi7QEHA56353HeKYDR1mJMDzMisPZi0qCarhG5hyQM1x8DN8hycdae/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150712839957923570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEFqK8zoVegM93ZrxUcy_OR6SBPqlmB1UwQryGBBtVwYC2IHnQswMk1AWbYIyr6rZKmlJ0NJOpJC8PHCJiDT1f2Yi7QEHA56353HeKYDR1mJMDzMisPZi0qCarhG5hyQM1x8DN8hycdae/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+090.jpg" border="0" /></a> We had so much fun on Christmas morning, that we passed out and barely noticed that our humans left to go pawty without us. They went to Grandma K's house and ate a bunch of yummy turkey and other eatables, opened some presents and played with our furry Uncles. I definitely think this whole Christmas thing is great! Especially because we got to spend a bunch of time with our humans. M says that's what it's all about!</p><p align="left">It seems like all of you doggies had a good Christmas and got lots of nice pressies and ate lots of good eatables. How about everydog's New Year's Eve? Did your humans make you stay up WAY past bedtime and watch the stupid ball drop? I was sooooo disappointed. You see...it all started earlier on New Year's Eve...M and D were off from work, so they told us to hop in the car.</p><p align="center">OKAY!</p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFiJ93K1L3Kp9RJTq1HFt1Jlt6xNGoCjps6fiFeoztla_SoaumspJKGcCTfgDG4-LZs7DDE-pJYRoxciTN1Az64FeshEUS-hX_-ovO91PYpqRv25a3nGl74litszXxgc8U8j2D62tKh75/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+220.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150712844252890882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFiJ93K1L3Kp9RJTq1HFt1Jlt6xNGoCjps6fiFeoztla_SoaumspJKGcCTfgDG4-LZs7DDE-pJYRoxciTN1Az64FeshEUS-hX_-ovO91PYpqRv25a3nGl74litszXxgc8U8j2D62tKh75/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+220.jpg" border="0" /></a>We went to Red Bud because it was a GORGEOUS sunny day at 70 degrees -- perfect swimming weather (told you Texas was crazy). Cassie and I spent a lot of time swimming and fetching our tennis balls until...WE LOST ONE!</p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13chrYC-RPD9aIleiqFu8Ka-mUwajC3l8Aay-d5m58BPRV3ZagTBlMA0R096R3GLXMoD4OBCBJ6sKlLB437-6L3qwWkENLTFpmdeIBrjL14MueO07DYdCDs5S1dNEtBx1kw9acsFB7535/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+226.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150712848547858194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13chrYC-RPD9aIleiqFu8Ka-mUwajC3l8Aay-d5m58BPRV3ZagTBlMA0R096R3GLXMoD4OBCBJ6sKlLB437-6L3qwWkENLTFpmdeIBrjL14MueO07DYdCDs5S1dNEtBx1kw9acsFB7535/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+226.jpg" border="0" /></a> We searched high and low for it...but alas...we could not rescue it. So we called off the search. I was sad, but M said "Don't worry, you're gonna get to see a REALLY REALLY big ball tonight if you stay up late enough. In NYC, they drop a ball to commence the new year!"</p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokKSc6shfRIFdciDY2XZ9pLo_1Pc0TCf1CSpRHmA71zZMhEtsbEqXZOZMHuQfljavm54C1lKuXvh7sNr6R-wN440kMtMUzTXTxkBZjzuJQJ6kqNg26-CBdZetWThfS0rPY1zWMbgj__QH/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+236.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150712852842825506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokKSc6shfRIFdciDY2XZ9pLo_1Pc0TCf1CSpRHmA71zZMhEtsbEqXZOZMHuQfljavm54C1lKuXvh7sNr6R-wN440kMtMUzTXTxkBZjzuJQJ6kqNg26-CBdZetWThfS0rPY1zWMbgj__QH/s320/Christmas07+and+NY+08+236.jpg" border="0" /></a>A really big tennis ball? Alright, I could go for that! On the way home, Cassie made friends with a chocolate lab named Brian (obviously his humans are Family Guy fans). He looked exactly like her! They were about the same age and were about the same size. It was so cute. M couldn't get a better picture because they were zooming all over the place together. You probably need to click on it to see it better.</p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CNRQU8tpuXaz49lbuvyu6Ua4G_ewR7YgD4vWmSQTO7WXXe5IwHtyP67FJe-_fD-8c6JIi7r2p1MNq5WWrUTpBnuUHn1a963KYYfbiaD0e-QkfWE6ct7O-xdGdHNMyyOCT4IkcnzS5vDx/s1600-h/CassieandBrian.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150712857137792818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CNRQU8tpuXaz49lbuvyu6Ua4G_ewR7YgD4vWmSQTO7WXXe5IwHtyP67FJe-_fD-8c6JIi7r2p1MNq5WWrUTpBnuUHn1a963KYYfbiaD0e-QkfWE6ct7O-xdGdHNMyyOCT4IkcnzS5vDx/s320/CassieandBrian.JPG" border="0" /></a> Anyway, back to my story of disappointment. So we go home, eat dinner, do usual stuff and I'm like... "Hey Mom! When is this big ball going to drop? Phoenix and I want to see this for ourselves!"</p><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7WFgKLvOdkQi8CFRB1NJVlvbYhkbVeLZJvbE-50cI4rgkhCkuAr_AizNj5gNcPoMY_j0VVWApl3kCZJvdK3P2vHcqiAqnuiPFlNWhOpwjg71asxYgvdBhGeDhW_XLoXXugLBnuW49pmx/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+255.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150710692474275490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7WFgKLvOdkQi8CFRB1NJVlvbYhkbVeLZJvbE-50cI4rgkhCkuAr_AizNj5gNcPoMY_j0VVWApl3kCZJvdK3P2vHcqiAqnuiPFlNWhOpwjg71asxYgvdBhGeDhW_XLoXXugLBnuW49pmx/s400/Christmas07+and+NY+08+255.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mom said that we had to stay up until midnight in order to see it. MIDNIGHT?!? That's taking quite a bite out of my beauty sleep, but okay. I'm game. Besides, giant tennis balls don't come around every day, now do they?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3Qj0Abmjo70np3VI38MRXLiDLYsgMSz4wozLynjDApZ4QQC5pWsLhhpDvWiXmHJ0tJSXpruN71theAwGCGfyodgJrRLk1oeH3q0-o9AFGGshPQAHfsHFEBAsWJrXwadPD5eG6qjxixeq/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+257.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150710696769242802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3Qj0Abmjo70np3VI38MRXLiDLYsgMSz4wozLynjDApZ4QQC5pWsLhhpDvWiXmHJ0tJSXpruN71theAwGCGfyodgJrRLk1oeH3q0-o9AFGGshPQAHfsHFEBAsWJrXwadPD5eG6qjxixeq/s400/Christmas07+and+NY+08+257.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Huh? Is it midnight, yet?</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwaabmJwv2CwwO2EqPofDe3FQDzFPw77EokDBLxLh9LRS3pQAYftKyqa_JKDzo-L0IflJkj_7e1yVAVZLD9iJ-rndj7L4USTM_-zk47yr0Q2M47wnYrmq4TfaUcceGVDZscYdWVArVluO/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+270.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150710701064210114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwaabmJwv2CwwO2EqPofDe3FQDzFPw77EokDBLxLh9LRS3pQAYftKyqa_JKDzo-L0IflJkj_7e1yVAVZLD9iJ-rndj7L4USTM_-zk47yr0Q2M47wnYrmq4TfaUcceGVDZscYdWVArVluO/s400/Christmas07+and+NY+08+270.jpg" border="0" /></a> We waited around FOREVER! And then finally, M said. "Wake up, Orion! It's happening now!" So I jumped up and looked at the tv. I was so anxious to see this huge tennis ball and here was my chance. And what do I see? A glittery ball. That's it. A fancy glittery ball. It looked like a CAT TOY! Then I had to watch in embarassment as M and D counted down until it hit the big 2008. Pssh!!! We stayed up for that? I was angry! Furious! Livid, even! But I couldn't stay unhappy too long. The humans said Happy New Year to us and told us that they loved us. They gave us kisses and scratched our tummies and ears. Before long, I wasn't angry anymore. Just sleepy.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiJaovyAZ2TfYAV2HhW34BCJSm4wBSTcO2JqBA2I-npkG0mNH9ob99XBtip27ixR3wj4BsgFG5lmEvEQAZCtS4hgeHqRwP4TybzYGyv5fV49ZmcaVOQynbJb6DTaYVjSZAwh3mJptFOCr/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+276.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150710705359177426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiJaovyAZ2TfYAV2HhW34BCJSm4wBSTcO2JqBA2I-npkG0mNH9ob99XBtip27ixR3wj4BsgFG5lmEvEQAZCtS4hgeHqRwP4TybzYGyv5fV49ZmcaVOQynbJb6DTaYVjSZAwh3mJptFOCr/s400/Christmas07+and+NY+08+276.jpg" border="0" /></a> We both drifted off to sleep and before I knew it, I was in a land of giant tennis balls. . . </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAJQiPUHcedlj592tY5nsLF5GXdaO5bBFzP5WCpRZWpTGrZHR0M_l5hxLiNxoqgBnVYnPG3QrDlokf4e0p9uaSvj1fNZkIU3sL1r4nwI_e3wuf6Cy7Oh3270YttPvth5kzx4o8HaUdoqn/s1600-h/Christmas07+and+NY+08+279.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150710713949112034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAJQiPUHcedlj592tY5nsLF5GXdaO5bBFzP5WCpRZWpTGrZHR0M_l5hxLiNxoqgBnVYnPG3QrDlokf4e0p9uaSvj1fNZkIU3sL1r4nwI_e3wuf6Cy7Oh3270YttPvth5kzx4o8HaUdoqn/s400/Christmas07+and+NY+08+279.jpg" border="0" /></a> . . . no glittery ones, either.<br /></p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-69500684897062203202007-12-24T17:08:00.000-08:002007-12-24T17:21:01.388-08:00Santa's coming!I know we haven't been posting lately because our humans are just too busy. Too busy?! Oh! I guess being "busy" now is wrapping pressies and hanging out with friends and family and doing fun holiday things. Pssh. Well whatever, M and D. Maybe when you FINALLY want to hang out with us, then we'll be too busy for you! ::raspberries::<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">We can't wait for Santa Paws to come!!! We hope you guys have a great holiday and a<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">MERRY CHRISTMAS!!</span></strong></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_v0VhpL-7725eT2fuK7c-Mf-NZ87pWHOwbNlPxJyfQjEFL86PPpUY4QOCoYqjtVanTfb9Y2GY2TYEQcYJ1sBhdZUL1KXFxTjPkLWgzyne4uKXW5CC5PPdlljrglqxdEVJnKf6xD4Pblho/s1600-h/12-10+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147713355057481362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_v0VhpL-7725eT2fuK7c-Mf-NZ87pWHOwbNlPxJyfQjEFL86PPpUY4QOCoYqjtVanTfb9Y2GY2TYEQcYJ1sBhdZUL1KXFxTjPkLWgzyne4uKXW5CC5PPdlljrglqxdEVJnKf6xD4Pblho/s400/12-10+016.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>PS. I'm not very happy about wearing these reindeer antler things.</p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-46380239207718950782007-12-21T10:05:00.000-08:002007-12-21T10:19:23.071-08:00Letters to a DogHi there. The Mom here. Earlier today while looking through a Pet Posting board that I frequent to find out more about rescues here in the area, I found something that made my eyes start to well up with tears. This time, it wasn't an ad posted by some person with a new job that can't take care of their shih-tzu anymore, or by someone who found out three weeks after they adopted their retriever mix that he has allergies and they can't afford to take care of him, or another 'take my dog' ad that are all too popular. Instead this time, it was someone who posted something about loving a dog for their flaws and about giving second chances. I don't know who wrote it originally -- maybe it was the person that posted it. But I thought that it deserved to get posted again where others could read it.<br /><strong></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong>Letters to a Dog</strong></div><div align="center">Source Unknown </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>January 6:</strong> Dear Dog, I saw you today for the first time, just a couple houses from my own. The school bus stopped to let out your kids, and your mom opened the front door to let you run out and greet them. You are a wiggly, bouncy and happy little puppy with a full belly and a shiny coat. Your kids grabbed you up, hugged you, held you and toted you inside. Your tail was wagging the entire time. I thought to my self, how sweet, what a way to end a long hard day. I spoke to your mom this evening and she said that they got you from the Animal Shelter, and the kids named you Lucky. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>March 10:</strong> Dear Lucky, I saw you today as I always do on my way home from work. You were already outside to greet the kids today, which seemed a little odd. The little girl got off the bus and shooed you away; she appeared to not want you jumping on her. The boy got off the bus and gave you a quick playful pat on the head, then smelled his hand and brushed you aside. You looked confused and sad, as you went to lie by the porch. You curled up in a tight ball on the cold ground and let out a huge sigh. My heart felt heavy that day. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>March 21</strong>: Dear Lucky, I saw you today. I was headed home, and the kids got off the bus, walked to the house, and you ran out as far as you could on your heavy chain to let them know you were there. The little girl ignored you, the little boy told you to be quiet, when you barked for his attention. My neighbor commented that they needed to do something with your barking because you keep them up at night. You had a bucket of water and a bowl of food, a relatively nice doghouse, but your eyes were sad and empty. I shook my head and let out a huge sigh. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>April 30:</strong> Dear Lucky, I worried for you today. You look thin, your chain heavy on your neck, your coat is dirty and falling out, you don't get up to do much anymore. Your bucket is turned over, and I have not seen your food bowl for a few days now. I spoke to the neighbor and asked about you. He said you still bark at night and he saw the man of the house throw something at you the other day as he scolded you. I shook my head in despair as I went back into my house. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>June 4:</strong> Dear Lucky, My heart sank today. I was headed home, and you weren't in your yard. A large part of me hoped you got away, another large part of me was frightened at all the other possibilities. I asked my neighbor about you, and he said your family went on vacation and sent you back to the Animal Shelter. I shook my head and cried for you as I went into my house. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>June 5:</strong> Dear Dog, I went to the shelter today. I found you huddled in the back of a cage that had a bucket, a bowl of food, and a blanket for you to lie on. You looked up at me as if you knew me, and my heart broke as I read your card. They did not even care enough to give them your name, and the card simply said, "male, neutered retriever mix. Owners did not want." I cried when a gentleman from the kennel said, "That's a sad one there. He came from here, you know, last Christmas. Guess they just got tired of him. He's too frightened, no one will adopt him." I went to the counter and told them I would be back tomorrow and please don't do anything just yet. They all kind of nodded like they heard that one before. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>June 6:</strong> Dear Dog, I brought you home today. You were scared and untrusting, but a small part of you somewhere allowed you to wag the tip of your tail when I told you that you were a good boy and that I loved you. I gave you a new name, "Happy", because you aren't and I hope that someday you will be. You had an accident on the floor, and when I came back to clean it up with paper towel you slunk down and whimpered as if the hand was coming for you. I tried to choke back the tears when I thought of what you must have gone through in the past six months. I reached out and patted you and your eyes closed and your body went limp at such a gentle gesture. "We're going to be all right," I told you. I showed you your food, and you ate voraciously, and you marveled at the treats and toys I got for you. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>December 25:</strong> Dear Happy, Good morning my best friend! You woke me, as always, popping out from under the covers on your side of the bed, licking my face to tell me it was time for our walk. We went through the living room and you sniffed what Santa left for us. I hugged you and said, "Last year you were a Christmas gift, now this year, these are all yours!" Your coat is shiny, your belly always full, and even though we found out at your first vet visit you had heartworms, you are healthy now. As we went out for our walk, we saw your old family in the front yard. They look at you each time as if they recognize you in a way, but you don't give them a second glance. --- Then I believe both our hearts stopped as we saw the children emerge from the yard holding a small playful puppy. "Isn't she just precious? We got her from the animal shelter. Hope this one works out, the other dog we got from there was so much trouble." I sighed and refrained from pointing out that you were not the trouble. You looked up at me as if to say, "Thank you, mom." I kneeled down and whispered in your sweet ear, "No, it is I who thank you."</div>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-51147965536692054992007-12-16T15:31:00.000-08:002007-12-16T15:44:22.485-08:00We're being neglected<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIrcx_x5Wm0RrBCvHbG798zG8uh6vVerpGhRA0VByER397Zfqg1sG9OhyphenhyphenNGIIlV-E5LQK8KwiDr_viaks8YiBgFg5ldRWw7CBNVKbUwBJK02npHTCEqBpgPg3F865yDtJyp4WgOrnbCXS/s1600-h/12-10+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144720316902950530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIrcx_x5Wm0RrBCvHbG798zG8uh6vVerpGhRA0VByER397Zfqg1sG9OhyphenhyphenNGIIlV-E5LQK8KwiDr_viaks8YiBgFg5ldRWw7CBNVKbUwBJK02npHTCEqBpgPg3F865yDtJyp4WgOrnbCXS/s320/12-10+030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>M and D have been completely ignoring us for the past two days. M has been sick with a cold, so on Thursday and Friday we spent most of the day snuggling in the bed with her, keeping her warm and making her feel better and then all of a sudden, WE GET IGNORED! She starts feeling a little better and starts doing things around the house: catching up on laundry yesterday and painting the two extra bedrooms today. And where are we during all of this? Cast outside. By ourselves. Well actually we wanted to stay outside, because it was GORGEOUS today, but still. We were ignored. Okay, actually that's not true, either. M had to watch out for us because Cassie is still healing and she can't run around and jump too much. Okay, so maybe not TOTALLY cast out and ignored, but pretty close. </div><div></div><br /><div>And D has been hogging up the computer to catch up on some of his work, so we haven't gotten around to anyone's blog lately. We'll read up tomorrow!</div><div></div><div>In the meantime, we're going to try and get some attention!</div>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-2798345002177642402007-12-14T21:40:00.000-08:002007-12-14T21:41:57.439-08:00Thrawn<div align="center">Run free handsome boy.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOHBLk-OBgt8fIa14tN3Kiy_RAXPwQsNBvpIamP89tPtY_TMyhEHH1LVvl7jav39bt3J_H3nlOGM18XbhJS_OsOUfDZcj1PyUKkw4v_5h9fNkhld_MgVNoYQK_pLg0JYsuA5sn7Ffwmp-/s1600-h/Thrawn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144070587135313506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOHBLk-OBgt8fIa14tN3Kiy_RAXPwQsNBvpIamP89tPtY_TMyhEHH1LVvl7jav39bt3J_H3nlOGM18XbhJS_OsOUfDZcj1PyUKkw4v_5h9fNkhld_MgVNoYQK_pLg0JYsuA5sn7Ffwmp-/s320/Thrawn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">You will be greatly missed.</div>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-33829381276806806542007-12-12T16:14:00.000-08:002007-12-12T16:43:49.817-08:00Cassie's HomeM and D picked up Cassie a little while ago and she just settled down. She was kind of dopey at first and was a little confused about where she was and what was going on, but she'll sleep it off.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7amN16NVEqsrrY9GMb2rkYj4TQz3ONPusT-_VtLwpmehsLfk3itsSZUu8mjcf1qMkIaQ_Z2GhGsLGNh6iVrQrI9W14sAA3WCPAtvrRzAXOetK6isrBDetnsy8FUHSV7Cari39czfbD6I2/s1600-h/12-10+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143247829878616850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7amN16NVEqsrrY9GMb2rkYj4TQz3ONPusT-_VtLwpmehsLfk3itsSZUu8mjcf1qMkIaQ_Z2GhGsLGNh6iVrQrI9W14sAA3WCPAtvrRzAXOetK6isrBDetnsy8FUHSV7Cari39czfbD6I2/s320/12-10+041.jpg" border="0" /></a>M set up her crate near the fire so she could stay warm and relax. It's nice and comfy in her crate, but she keeps making little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">uncomfy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">whiny</span> noises. My poor sister!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaAhNENtc6xGGiZ56dpcfcq1iZBV4tKsfzYiQR4kV8XC9MFJU5bRZQE9nVrpvz2bGgOtj_nrwYRVYTMcILjLt_X6KnZJ1yJ6Ng3ij0U-za3Y8KQ4eWIIfm1EiSIOMOeIaGi_SDaqjqVTV/s1600-h/12-10+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143247834173584162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaAhNENtc6xGGiZ56dpcfcq1iZBV4tKsfzYiQR4kV8XC9MFJU5bRZQE9nVrpvz2bGgOtj_nrwYRVYTMcILjLt_X6KnZJ1yJ6Ng3ij0U-za3Y8KQ4eWIIfm1EiSIOMOeIaGi_SDaqjqVTV/s320/12-10+045.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our vet said that the operation went very well. No problems at all and they used glue instead of stitches, so we don't have to get those removed or worry about them pulling out. So all things are good right now. Thanks for the good vibes!!! </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RnH4X0WcF98F1vjyOJPbQzkt4RrawYFUp9u98AFFH6Ar0yDJi_nbeAEueb3D5JLNClH8UjVrSEi8rSSXMr07o_OpPr6DrKI8BwulfvWx2h78n82TEPvUDSChoHF34AcnzIiqPRxpRKz0/s1600-h/12-10+046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143247834173584178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RnH4X0WcF98F1vjyOJPbQzkt4RrawYFUp9u98AFFH6Ar0yDJi_nbeAEueb3D5JLNClH8UjVrSEi8rSSXMr07o_OpPr6DrKI8BwulfvWx2h78n82TEPvUDSChoHF34AcnzIiqPRxpRKz0/s320/12-10+046.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-17971341205577127822007-12-11T08:05:00.000-08:002007-12-11T09:16:37.825-08:00The Countdown and other news...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_ph-eOvNI7b3XBrAHMCpoenIyCP7Wdxd7ZGKe96oudyZe58fKP7aX51CKU6N0yb0MYklKkyeUvAis7scxwqth0qlPYlDAfS4Kys3sOYbxuM8Sek16ZEN_HHCNSPXPsKXw-RIY10-tdjQ/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142752890732327682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_ph-eOvNI7b3XBrAHMCpoenIyCP7Wdxd7ZGKe96oudyZe58fKP7aX51CKU6N0yb0MYklKkyeUvAis7scxwqth0qlPYlDAfS4Kys3sOYbxuM8Sek16ZEN_HHCNSPXPsKXw-RIY10-tdjQ/s320/Furkids+11-29+051.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Alright all you doggies...the countdown has begun! 'What countdown?' you might ask. The countdown until my birthday, of course! Mom even found a countdown clock for me so I can let everyone how much more time I have until I turn 1! Oh, and I must apologize for my human if there are any misspelled words in here...M cut her finger really bad at work yesterday and it's all wrapped up in a big bandage and splint that is not conducive to typing correctly. Duh, that's what spellcheck is for, Mom! </div><br /><div>Anyway, you guys can find the countdown clock WAAAY at the bottom of this page. It wouldn't fit in the sidebar, so we had to put it down in the footer. Only 63 days left!! Woohoo!</div><div></div><br /><div>In other news: Cassie is getting spayed tomorrow. Shhhh...don't tell her. She doesn't know yet. M and D have to drop her off at 7:00am and then we don't get to see her again until 4:00. M is a little nervous, but she said she's done it with all of her dogs before and she's never had any major complications. She told me that when Cassie gets home, she might be really sleepy and she's going to have a big boo-boo on her tummy so I have to be very gentle with her and I can't make fun of her for not being able to run around. Pssh...where's the fun in that? </div><div></div><br /><div><strong><em>You better watch out, mister. I wouldn't make fun of anyone -- as soon as you're off your meds, you're going to get YOUR fixer operation.</em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div>Ugh, but Mooooooom! Oh well. That's at least a few months away for now, so maybe in the meantime I can convince M that I'm not broken and I don't need to be fixed.</div><br /><div></div><div><strong><em>Not likely.</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div>Fine!<br /></div><div>In any case, tomorrow should be interesting because I'll have most of the day with my humans WITHOUT Cassie. It's gonna be kind of weird, but I hope we get to do something fun.</div><div></div><br /><div>Pawsitive thoughts for Cassie :)</div><div></div><br /><div>Until next time!</div><div></div><br /><div></div>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-34586494304687382242007-12-10T15:55:00.001-08:002007-12-10T16:08:13.820-08:00It's a love/hate thing.<div align="center">Cassie and I like to chew on each other.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoZmZF4AGYxJzEJGxE_cDRUnYb924RdCc-NTTrgUAyJEDBm_gNwzkqIhDL9ZJgFUdlCco_f6gg-kU4A071Ujb7-NmCuplMFz_Y0q8FYIL_WAUQMTvkQsdDx4qh73ps66s17bQhr1TQEbv/s1600-h/playing+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142499753949835906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoZmZF4AGYxJzEJGxE_cDRUnYb924RdCc-NTTrgUAyJEDBm_gNwzkqIhDL9ZJgFUdlCco_f6gg-kU4A071Ujb7-NmCuplMFz_Y0q8FYIL_WAUQMTvkQsdDx4qh73ps66s17bQhr1TQEbv/s320/playing+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> But sometimes we don't like getting chewed on.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbOspS5yuNc9LNECpS-_UCjP_E_VbPSGj1-v2J7s41H8n_xXvIvapmDAMFa3vPa7lGP89PO6plIOXY_9Ufa6yNwuWKqQwsjE8pH22ysQtmnbTzRvky5o2wSqhhqGw_iVr0tbeGSCkZSBN/s1600-h/furkids2+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142499758244803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbOspS5yuNc9LNECpS-_UCjP_E_VbPSGj1-v2J7s41H8n_xXvIvapmDAMFa3vPa7lGP89PO6plIOXY_9Ufa6yNwuWKqQwsjE8pH22ysQtmnbTzRvky5o2wSqhhqGw_iVr0tbeGSCkZSBN/s320/furkids2+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> And we fight over stuff all of the time.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8K4V1TzJGybV963ya41bslZObKQwt9iBjQ17xWypHaXiLGoCOqN5oHYnbQUvNqFpR5zBjYuf-ecc6dhVdo6SWd0H3qnDRep1StP1B8e6r-mBz6NFFzUciGQL90Ab9sYZyI1OGKPRknum/s1600-h/furkids2+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142499762539770530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8K4V1TzJGybV963ya41bslZObKQwt9iBjQ17xWypHaXiLGoCOqN5oHYnbQUvNqFpR5zBjYuf-ecc6dhVdo6SWd0H3qnDRep1StP1B8e6r-mBz6NFFzUciGQL90Ab9sYZyI1OGKPRknum/s320/furkids2+020.jpg" border="0" /></a> But we get over it.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMIJ15sh8QvBxn59msH5UgtiTuVQpMicLKOsaoPGdBCvKRMXUkyviP_9-r0FoEzp9DQqnxSyce-GWPdxqFNUzQ2B729Qyy7GtkrcwLI5UQMTrqjFMbwvwBd_9Ctb4DoclEyPO3btdy0MVf/s1600-h/12-01+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142499766834737842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMIJ15sh8QvBxn59msH5UgtiTuVQpMicLKOsaoPGdBCvKRMXUkyviP_9-r0FoEzp9DQqnxSyce-GWPdxqFNUzQ2B729Qyy7GtkrcwLI5UQMTrqjFMbwvwBd_9Ctb4DoclEyPO3btdy0MVf/s320/12-01+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's a love/hate thing.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUWXvNqUWHUvTFo9B7Y2vSyEU0sVtQYA_EcMbYxmTe7pfOyDMJzI8b9-hSqKMMFvalF72e5XbF7jBetRsB2Lk0562hLF8P8T0SGJE_rmOLfX2vwMSSue1RE4KpNG0xLrd6pc-95I9Rt_J/s1600-h/12-01+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142499771129705154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUWXvNqUWHUvTFo9B7Y2vSyEU0sVtQYA_EcMbYxmTe7pfOyDMJzI8b9-hSqKMMFvalF72e5XbF7jBetRsB2Lk0562hLF8P8T0SGJE_rmOLfX2vwMSSue1RE4KpNG0xLrd6pc-95I9Rt_J/s320/12-01+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><br />But mostly love.</strong></p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-3502222844846176532007-12-08T11:28:00.000-08:002007-12-08T11:50:02.298-08:007 AnnoyancesHey there everydog. We got tagged by <a href="http://northfordmaggie.blogspot.com/">Maggie and Mitch</a> to post seven annoyances and link to them in the post, then list and link to 7 more bloggers to do the same.<br /><br />So pass this on to 7 more bloggers and notify them by leaving a comment on their blog.<br /><br />Maggie and Mitch split theirs up into 3 for Maggie, 3 for Mitch and one shared annoyance, so I think we're going to do it the same way. <br /><br />Okay, so I'm going to go first and then Cassie.<br /><br /><ol><li>I hate that I'm not allowed to eat anything else other than my allergy food. Rabbit and potato is good, but I'm tired of it and I miss my bones and treats and cheese!</li><li>My neighbor dog Trooper really annoys me. He digs into our yard to play with Cassie and gets really possessive of her. When I try to run him off he tries to bite me. Man, he really REALLY annoys me (M agrees with me on this one.)</li><li>It annoys me when I'm trying to lay down and relax and Cassie keeps chewing on my ears or wants to keep playing bitey face. </li></ol><p><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Hey! You're a lovable brother, what can I say?</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffcccc;">My turn!</span></p><ol><li><span style="color:#ffcccc;">I don't like it when Orion gets to go places and I have to stay home. Even if he's just going to the vets, I make a big fuss about it. It's not fair.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffcccc;">It really annoys me that I have to stay in a crate when my parents are out and Orion doesn't. I promise I won't do anything too naughty.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffcccc;">It annoys me that ORION is REALLY possessive of the ball/stick/dummy that we are playing with. I want to catch it and bring it back, too! He never lets me. So I bite him. Ha!</span></li></ol><p>And the last thing that REALLY annoys the both of us is when M tries to make us pose and sit in perfect positions and wear funny things on our heads. That is SOOO not cool, Mom. Besides, we're natural models. You should just wait for time like <a href="http://orions-page.blogspot.com/2007/12/red-bud-revisited.html">this</a> when we take good photos without trying.</p><p>So now let's tag <a href="http://sophierulestheworld.blogspot.com/">Sophie</a>, <a href="http://secretschnoodle.blogspot.com/">Baxter, Bailey, Benson, and Brody</a>, <a href="http://amberspersonaldiary.blogspot.com/">Amber-Mae</a>, and <a href="http://rivsky-river.blogspot.com/">River</a> to tell us what REALLY annoys them!</p><p>Thanks for the tag, M & M!</p><p> </p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-62798138305688075042007-12-05T15:24:00.000-08:002007-12-06T11:16:19.853-08:00Red Bud, Revisited<span style="color:#ffcccc;">Cassie here. Thanks to everydoggy out there for crossing their paws and sending good thoughts to me while I was sick. Now I'm much better and back to my bubbly southern belle self.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODs3_-bKc2CsTPO7KFSk32BxiFKnMmLIEOVpJhlL36qySUNfVnMAMV2pZArZ_jxHoaJ2bJI-m6YTBpIHaCaiPXvFwJ17uSAC8Sq71wKRxVHXa-WL8HzYvWbvrjcV8eeqZ-xYggHK-tH8z/s1600-h/playing+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140652900832686578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODs3_-bKc2CsTPO7KFSk32BxiFKnMmLIEOVpJhlL36qySUNfVnMAMV2pZArZ_jxHoaJ2bJI-m6YTBpIHaCaiPXvFwJ17uSAC8Sq71wKRxVHXa-WL8HzYvWbvrjcV8eeqZ-xYggHK-tH8z/s320/playing+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuWVMdsbxZhpSo4yIeMX6SPV5WrhrlKGbVgFkAubvgutQDkYCUlHs9fmYVoyh9qszXxh3Wba8jshghYfpXTw4YoAJjtiHyXWHuM1ZJY8rzbJSxohyfNKrTFVXDWARGPM0tdp95SRZSK6-3/s1600-h/playing+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140652913717588482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuWVMdsbxZhpSo4yIeMX6SPV5WrhrlKGbVgFkAubvgutQDkYCUlHs9fmYVoyh9qszXxh3Wba8jshghYfpXTw4YoAJjtiHyXWHuM1ZJY8rzbJSxohyfNKrTFVXDWARGPM0tdp95SRZSK6-3/s320/playing+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Okay ...so maybe not so southern belle in these pictures, but I definitely am well enough to romp around with my big galoot of a brother.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Today we went back to Red Bud park and guess what? It was just as pawesome as the last time we went. This time though, M remembered to take some video and I was in more of a modelling mood. I am the most divine labbie supermodel in Texas, of course.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRMKc5YvZR6j0lpfB0FJosO-ydjgdWb41m627Se5nW390Xoesgy07gPPFOx9zYfRSEizMHTdare4xkV3AVL9ac6bfduV56S6_I4JSShm0uM5JTwOQGroVjPCKs_sw7J10PTVMJJrAQ0Uoo/s1600-h/red+bud1+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140645951575601618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRMKc5YvZR6j0lpfB0FJosO-ydjgdWb41m627Se5nW390Xoesgy07gPPFOx9zYfRSEizMHTdare4xkV3AVL9ac6bfduV56S6_I4JSShm0uM5JTwOQGroVjPCKs_sw7J10PTVMJJrAQ0Uoo/s400/red+bud1+027.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> There were three great danes there that we kept running into. They were older ladies, so they didn't play with us much.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiQ5ap8XZK-45bDgKwHJq7-gL_8dRe8W7jjQYLWY7Q8J9Z0sdDwBvYSwrM6SXnOQDeLBCmj840QRacv30TuRNgov57jyRK53fMZcX37BN73PQ8-X3_Obcl933-8AApAv6NG_WU_3VdBs4/s1600-h/red+bud1+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140644396797440386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiQ5ap8XZK-45bDgKwHJq7-gL_8dRe8W7jjQYLWY7Q8J9Z0sdDwBvYSwrM6SXnOQDeLBCmj840QRacv30TuRNgov57jyRK53fMZcX37BN73PQ8-X3_Obcl933-8AApAv6NG_WU_3VdBs4/s320/red+bud1+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAoQlHJs4nQLR114DJ2TNrC2SI3Hup3cidA5d01UoA4MZXoKPEpHvRS8sBn-pSXMBXmc5RFTm8_MSTMjDQmaad2D-j-6X2PZVtPch4vql7yTMRAklyjmjzdp67MmHjPN8N7_A7SOTMsC5B/s1600-h/red+bud1+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140644529941426578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAoQlHJs4nQLR114DJ2TNrC2SI3Hup3cidA5d01UoA4MZXoKPEpHvRS8sBn-pSXMBXmc5RFTm8_MSTMjDQmaad2D-j-6X2PZVtPch4vql7yTMRAklyjmjzdp67MmHjPN8N7_A7SOTMsC5B/s320/red+bud1+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZu_AuWqGJdx3g0k0KTK0tM6O9tiiEZNN1ngiPK2Ml-kDOWp3x6-JYTI_efv1HKvQdqB88mZcH3PXSAd1sZ85TyR_ItDgiBjxP-jrFC7x6Vs8geEtya0ND5Dr06ifqMJB0G0228F8claL/s1600-h/red+bud1+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140644538531361186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZu_AuWqGJdx3g0k0KTK0tM6O9tiiEZNN1ngiPK2Ml-kDOWp3x6-JYTI_efv1HKvQdqB88mZcH3PXSAd1sZ85TyR_ItDgiBjxP-jrFC7x6Vs8geEtya0ND5Dr06ifqMJB0G0228F8claL/s320/red+bud1+035.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffcccc;">We played fetch for a while, because doG forbid Orion doesn't get to chase after things. We swam for a while and had the entire water hole to ourselves.</span></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1HEVjihWgfA9FDgdBhdPGp9NQgeI0QosH5BJM-otd4b3HWkvBGt8x2iKA5irHNUGceJRKb2auuIRAI8V_5cdhHwHAcxvJkcpZS40qDMwGifewEoiYYoKp2tmUCnEDlsLfpjh8MVIghKw_/s1600-h/red+bud1+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140644547121295794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1HEVjihWgfA9FDgdBhdPGp9NQgeI0QosH5BJM-otd4b3HWkvBGt8x2iKA5irHNUGceJRKb2auuIRAI8V_5cdhHwHAcxvJkcpZS40qDMwGifewEoiYYoKp2tmUCnEDlsLfpjh8MVIghKw_/s320/red+bud1+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBq3VR7qCkW7f72yJqhQhwEwQOnJRRTpPRfY_V7dD-XJP8xhoGbrp22ge6b6DXtjJaxAC83e1Gqgj9Iow05JcEXvrTPty04VvRhIN7wfxtPLMopFj-YkwWGaIoa306vmwxNX6EtrxiaXt/s1600-h/red+bud1+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140644555711230402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBq3VR7qCkW7f72yJqhQhwEwQOnJRRTpPRfY_V7dD-XJP8xhoGbrp22ge6b6DXtjJaxAC83e1Gqgj9Iow05JcEXvrTPty04VvRhIN7wfxtPLMopFj-YkwWGaIoa306vmwxNX6EtrxiaXt/s320/red+bud1+048.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Here I am showing my labbie skills . . . I am a bird dog after all.<br /></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ECpkqAsmdhzVwnvX7WKwm8jdlYFcjJIBg_Qh07LWAR60PQQBC85OKs9I-3YulEvP89TlSkykVz9GxXocYigVZxIWbSmmLchZP_cg4wFFpCpLpnNs1nFZ56ShfRXSqJDFTSoio59CWwh0/s1600-h/red+bud1+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140636287899185378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ECpkqAsmdhzVwnvX7WKwm8jdlYFcjJIBg_Qh07LWAR60PQQBC85OKs9I-3YulEvP89TlSkykVz9GxXocYigVZxIWbSmmLchZP_cg4wFFpCpLpnNs1nFZ56ShfRXSqJDFTSoio59CWwh0/s320/red+bud1+054.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Birds? Where?</span></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJMmsUCUb9GyytUKGWibksm_CQPGPnj5K6t0xtd7Zo5sLl1JsJ16o6LmxLXSW8Jh-PkV3DcX1Lo69VFv010DYYFPw_q6C9EBz8rYXV4A0hbY4plCjZ-09qskfgcHA5C1MzmpqsfoVU2Qt/s1600-h/red+bud1+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140636296489119986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJMmsUCUb9GyytUKGWibksm_CQPGPnj5K6t0xtd7Zo5sLl1JsJ16o6LmxLXSW8Jh-PkV3DcX1Lo69VFv010DYYFPw_q6C9EBz8rYXV4A0hbY4plCjZ-09qskfgcHA5C1MzmpqsfoVU2Qt/s320/red+bud1+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">See how dedicated we are? Even 6 inches of mud wont stop us from retriving. Well...it won't stop Orion. Usually, I forget about the ball or stick or dummy before I get to it. But M thinks I show potential. :)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8xvmaNfqgIb2NQVi8VuPgGWqOrE7P6PVFPIMUySHf7JdfxXR4_BM46O1lQWagQEEg37j52g3KNXJF1zXox9UuNv4OQMq7HxUCNwTBGMjgdlRbXXDUBlkzl7Asu8hwx88-UvWhe97m8eLW/s1600-h/red+bud1+067.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140636317963956482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8xvmaNfqgIb2NQVi8VuPgGWqOrE7P6PVFPIMUySHf7JdfxXR4_BM46O1lQWagQEEg37j52g3KNXJF1zXox9UuNv4OQMq7HxUCNwTBGMjgdlRbXXDUBlkzl7Asu8hwx88-UvWhe97m8eLW/s320/red+bud1+067.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FergEPfM3pG6AR57BbCNEGYQM3yaABnnQlsOMFkcwokdGkITuNvY7zFo3mwzgNsvoq-bmaScOg_Bb3P-cykK0I7798I-O3J8MXmXzAR1su1uVmarkIOnbsuKUqj6FICUR7gUuSrectNx/s1600-h/red+bud1+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140636326553891090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FergEPfM3pG6AR57BbCNEGYQM3yaABnnQlsOMFkcwokdGkITuNvY7zFo3mwzgNsvoq-bmaScOg_Bb3P-cykK0I7798I-O3J8MXmXzAR1su1uVmarkIOnbsuKUqj6FICUR7gUuSrectNx/s320/red+bud1+066.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1ua5sNWWBqDJ33EZf6tf6VYVk7Pjn8pxq9qIDKEnfe-ppTJIadJIxXbiFtBWen6RBBgSPiPGWfvHbzqGiwT5H4_EYuxL1XzZEhSKy4e9JkpvQY-_srpNOHvvMr94Pj5GWQwLy3cG2yTa/s1600-h/red+bud1+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140636330848858402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1ua5sNWWBqDJ33EZf6tf6VYVk7Pjn8pxq9qIDKEnfe-ppTJIadJIxXbiFtBWen6RBBgSPiPGWfvHbzqGiwT5H4_EYuxL1XzZEhSKy4e9JkpvQY-_srpNOHvvMr94Pj5GWQwLy3cG2yTa/s320/red+bud1+071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"></p><p>EDIT: Okay, I've been having major problems uploading video onto this site lately. It'll upload completely and suddenly it just disappears. I'll work on it later and see if I can get any new video up. Ugh.</p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-87591449738440452412007-12-03T15:16:00.000-08:002007-12-04T06:24:43.742-08:00We need some pawsitive thoughts...It's the Mom here. I just wanted to let you all know that Cassie isn't feeling very well today. When we woke up this morning, she seemed normal, but when I looked more closely at her, I noticed some bloat. I thought that she must have an upset stomach, so I only fed her half of her morning meal to see if she would eat. She did, but reluctantly. We watched her all morning and though she was in her typical high spirits and she did not vomit, her abdomen was getting more and more distended. She was alone for about 3 hours while Marc and I went to work and I when I got home around 5:00, she had only gotten worse. I phoned our vet, Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cottier</span> and brought her in. Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cottier</span> was somewhat concerned that it might be an obstruction, however because Cassie wasn't feeling any discomfort, it was hard to say. She advised us to wait it out through the night, to keep her calm (yeah, right!) and not to feed her the evening meal.<br /><br /><strong>EDIT: (7:09pm) I didn't mean to alarm some of you. I failed to mention that the vet does NOT feel that it's "bloat" or a flipped stomach. That was the first question I asked because it's the scariest. I'ts more likely a small obstruction that we are hoping will pass naturally. But rest assured, if she does get worse or I have ANY reason at all to think that it could possibly be bloat, then we're off! And I'll keep you all updated. Thanks for the thoughts!</strong><br /><br />Cassie seems not to notice that anything is wrong but her poor little belly keeps getting bigger. We're going to give it 6 more hours (until Midnight-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ish</span>) and see if there's any change. If it gets worse, it's off to Emergency we go. But let's say a prayer that it won't come to that. I (as well as Cassie) appreciate any <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pawsitive</span> thoughts you could send our way!<br /><br /><strong>EDIT: (12/4 8:00am) I think Cassie is going to be okay! She stayed pretty much the same throughout the night until the early morning when she frantically asked to be let outside. This worried me, so I followed her out there. Thankfully it was just because she really really REALLY needed to go to the bathroom. There was apparently something binding her up --possibly a blockage or maybe just constipation. Either way, after sleeping a few more hours, she woke up looking sooo much better. It looks like she's still a tiny bit distended, but that might be water retension. So we're off to the vet again to see what they think. Thank you so much everyone (dog and human) for all the prayers and good thoughts. It could have been something really scary, but I'm glad it turned out to just be....well...<em>gas</em>. Haha. :)</strong>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-82339012915760080502007-12-02T15:28:00.001-08:002007-12-02T16:26:02.927-08:00A New Dog Park<div align="center">C'mon M & D, let's go to the dog park today!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHUvJxzRy5zVs_4E9GotL3mpYLbhTIl7TIsFnoKoFdzpa9w0pUugkEIbKHyFeV13aai0L6Q3iakh0WvgfVlMdEBftchCo62xLvpzuosIMH9a1JRds7rfgUA2GXaxHU7lGTPgzDMy69iXL4/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+197.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139530844921573522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-Q1EkH_u7tBmjLcweqF4gUHYq9frolq5Jjv2A5f_QqWx6bK6XqqjGB0Ha-UZd_UwpN1EGCxZPdz1D9ccTYH0OUkSie9zYntcDMZJfmYBWYK2kbxHt2sik9skGFTkGgc4hl-UmEL0j8_u/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+197.jpg" border="0" /></a> See, Cassie has the keys and is ready to take us there.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhamN9Cow18IvBg-9tgLjnWfKFupTKdbmUo8XWk9SuIHleOFeQOoFhlrzecQ-5e1vQYGlyUh8081qARqA0lh_gxe3dFTL_ADVtkF_y42Lo_xkNkuwYGDYNgQf3CICOyTsUEX0_UE6S8jY/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+195.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139530849216540834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJMpYLEsJ1tj_-beZ1gQphes85N1cmjvYUhYnTGjY6YLySTdqlISO8GNSZ-BY8mZ_j2utM6MDW1du4u-hm-or3kVy8O2vkiHWaVIb3vNDWLpUlqRnkObDz7AKKumGwcRZS6aLnlefkxq2/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+195.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Hurry up humans!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsuWBC-8803lAfA80nVkPu3gi8ILMCTH_qT_2SXG35VUDmVllnBdGCobY1ZBb3Mo9Gi6K6SP_Kvx3BaGx2qiMpSiOtosQvuEgfynrmy7Ob2B0szPxshp_etew3QZUO5OK0mHuKNbhM9m4/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+194.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139530853511508146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfWmb7VnS0Rl32CFE9rZIcemkjZXvVlPHt3vmKKUvgvdw1h_lrTalw07sfQfLE8laav-O3IkXlMDGaa7xSIpaMw_5Z5qdYdjNsH2zPGfOmHE_UqDSZmGmnqN1S1Qav19AtzpcKbu-hvib/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+194.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Dad wanted to drive, though, so we let him. But only because he said we could drive back home. I took my usual position between M & D...<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Cb-k2XIuaewI_3Q2Bnp1Da4Z-ekAh3o2gDh1BpEQX5Qp0c4uQZ5LnAECbnYcqYHSkoOJj3VkzF8L0gz4S60aJ3e_OWbH23hkOKynbLo8ElVi-KwxXRfmNSZNt7Yhk8NP_wRnupBp1i9L/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139530166316740674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_u6mkr9MRp4FpJPqxbz7OxIY7ZYfLF6hEk0tqL9aPgtna6MzPFOc_k3ueguTjFU9eV9CHK6XGvzsykXZUW3UL2Fo92QF3ax6ijrQCPv7fUa_dRprFesia7Ee2AEyTnB0rjfd4qqgMW-A/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+025.jpg" border="0" /></a> and Cassie usually takes position by the window so she can stick her head out...</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nULD-_ajl3rZ9jT8U1B24Hwavw4H_SkGqpfWVGYNWF0TmB5MqDaKnGO35QdlsFj2ZAjI-iJUiPeS8wgRZBBXiFO7pTsW1iywKiXB_DBiISoGDAiO9wkd-KH182xUfVqbtN0ToEwBZXc5/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139530170611707986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr86C3Nt_Uv-6geZQv39PnPLI_b70gvkWL9l79ISXDsDXp4GsztiJnedoSANaDxEdkQY1pwRMWqob4Mismn9TEp4BlRQGbBgsgvOTwx0enrXZ3kXNSBmdBh7TzOtF6hYLKHf1QV3PfuNl9/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> Apparently, she's fond of flies getting stuck in her teeth and butterflies going up her schnoz.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKSXCvfe07jsjftEmHMTph2hsCslNimHHpFHMeFAk0ZQ347mUwmExHFWcCF4wYUg2IK9EDWS-BJDGul0Nria65EKDA0S06fGWnGkvdvQuKDS4wjxTPFVwzVWuDenDl8WGiwWRO9kJxzVp/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139530174906675298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwGi5tSqHZESFrbFhFcvswCDnTpS5qR4ZSlwb6EguSNs2sv57TuP8AyWoREu6OUT2J1J06fGaofXB1Tu88ex3H2yNF_QldKjG-0AJaJwwKtMcNrtOLJTnjMRmAZRYEaboVBiPcNLOZ882/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+017.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> The park is this way!!!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0EIQg3ytRsFPehY7C1z1gM9We0BZ2Bh8-HRZg5R5c_ej5n4WX8xMLEPrwG8ORK46oR75pKkwM-6WnzjGCah3moUhIQwwXCDuvJkAQBhmP85GquUHoLpZZhXawJyOo_UiPi09w6T_Dr4o/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139530179201642610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQO9bJwM-an9GPuIAWRSIRDiqGxYWHbAi9q0WXIe0DUCEkUalVuOxKS_SSZ5M9LgTwkCDI57-CrOgdRF04fSZHIk51Xii53aSW1R_elxuEUzucAruzGdl83wn8jjcRma6A-4991SkDRrZj/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+045.jpg" border="0" /></a> The humans decided to take us to a new dog park this time. We were getting kind of tired of the old one and they heard good things about this one. It's called Red Bud park and it's on a little island type thing behind the University of Texas. Anyway, it turned out to be awesome!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TVr_ZiX9i_xmZ3J5m-0e4zEh9xyTs5CKBl1DSX9koMVXeVWrXG3ahEIY3H6lX1dY7NtQ9nb8AUd5tmL3hlB4Gr_9-lQ-LqFfSWYFg1ydKHX5QlukzazzO0ojEjYzogBFEvcLhJAJXsEN/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139530187791577218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnTb6Qx4Gmq-NIRs7Q4YTNDjP5cH9BYyP5dN6ADduzhDNBTJQUEezOeWNTaZiAAH9shD7PJeuSRcX1A00wzBxhtYvFVsKba-jbfBc5oYaJApjsmizIx3TSAyRRIy431iKxlU11zhxG0Dw/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+054.jpg" border="0" /></a> We met up with a bunch of dogs by the water. They were playing fetch with a tennis ball and diving into the lake. Normally, I'll wade into water to get sticks and tennis balls, but I don't like going to places where I can't touch bottom. But THIS TIME, I actually swam! And it was great! I had so much fun and the humans were really proud of me. Look how far out into the lake I swam! (You might need to click on the picture to get a better look.)</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFgqr4vArKuAfw8pp14r0u2pCYtmkafGkYEx0jeflidaTV05Hkib9vT_dUGZXytc3drspKItiNhLxgybnE2xTcSvIMdAZuIl3AyMs-GjNMBL_hSr8YKSrNJr83Irq3uqqTu0gmgZsde2Z/s1600-r/Orionswimming.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139528907891322866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mZ6hgjFQ9pYr_lm_jRO5N1Y7rIkbrQHIJRfx0QXIulTQsi9QKIancXSaFg311t7PqwHzt6g7ZZxCgQQ2Fj53HaOKfEZYzWSg-MVMH9OosAWVdJarqzi1uII_6RHWp1BkmhHV1PQ2v2jj/s320/Orionswimming.JPG" border="0" /></a> Cassie had lots of fun just zooming around and chasing after other dogs. She's more of a Labrador <em>Leaver</em> than a Labrador <em>Retriever</em>.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidU3gJQSp8FbTQu319HnwcfkoNz0EJSFLT-qjZBqRvSpe-jOAokXIFOjPLvKKgypbpjeEEfw9DHcxGQaIAy7ofgO3wGa6xHACaAbeekDwHuivJOy2Mt74EU8Rneva04PFjwVMNt4DzyLrk/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139528912186290178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFs-5xZeCpfYpzEW1ph2hXZ9wCGRx3NEJv29rR-VrdnbtdlRvI24ERICVwTaHiFWVq24_x8sXvatW0P3o8cVM4T9LB9uPHb2TO82B00uFWbsWDIHIHKbFsu4TbP5L8Xo7drbhocTVCX41/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+077.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhch907deNc-XCD8NCQsFu2_aKwJMeGg8_FFeM0klRe0AlK0OEamfBQYGOml3flFAyREwUjmcYcIRnzaMWj4pIvjX2rElcSCbZfF0zCXpCkiMQcwJLygxn2kvsaW6ldyVvfCFb4-E90AolO/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139528916481257490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnA2LCXLHJZ12L7LNUQjr8bODaWYlVbHx5TGu8WmsSpFJzs7FYIyQyNfhbcV82AUDVzM8ogOqMyDhg4x2kyhXgusFy4vYYNAzpNdda8QcSY8L0EBYrDrX7ckbuN-v6PzKGMEiMtqiJtI_F/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+087.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCUSQErQMMci5zjH4v91OGF38g3oUjzLIm_LI0LEVcMnmj9kKEvaXBa6Q8vxgWgp4jqdPW1TXkKMJC7-M7-qHttMAGFNVxuUaOcz-65I1FOOSsvEyGQOjqhkUN2om15OlVXvP8G3vGKz5/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139528920776224802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WFT4j0hYATeH-zMEjtw1ooNp9FECwlJ8DI87sXNytY6OThlikCenwRqsAM1sUAQtr9tGkAZv9ofNCyanFW6KSiaS1D77vfkHYw9Zw4zOMR7RYPiWqlTmkpnA_gd3aFIf3mQbufOJYxrE/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+090.jpg" border="0" /></a> Throw it already!!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaMXJffpAAzH7dm7n4EvIU1d_6JH8Hb9M8fK3PIrPQsEaUvkoD7up15Arc2vdZgOsl-HMIXhutT-xf6A5Moi3R-xL4pkS8KFbfbayRSxh_mbFe0MGrzDcldTv4qnU_DXggiIkVi_S-80-/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139528920776224818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicx0UeTozt7-guqeZ1eEx70JD9ObQRqjwvEBiEkEwkiBi_fW2IxxIdLvtJyx5hioU07ylOwAgDxuU1HApmQNjJcXL7DOKnV6hNQnHLhM8SVEU3bgB4s-HMgiUr3GAj3_h1UL8l_mSPbXiZ/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+094.jpg" border="0" /></a> I made friends with this girl labbie called Bailey and we spent most of our time fighting to get to the tennis balls first.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zS6HmeYkHYXm7xu3xqI3XHDl01gvh0J1eMcjXNf7_2azb-dY9GrgLjRSzP2E20yuJqyPIsWolcNOYDV4d564ZVxxl5juudYHBKvQgrto6nvGon98VNQux8cxSq8C7iH2EnVDymxFpJJK/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+114.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139525854169575330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wODtplDkIKqg7Oa2AFdtWV19v7Eipa5y76Bu0xYIKHDRjMuAypB03qxiAwFk5VoQo99M1X_JYNbf-dcNIXLfo21U-_7OXvzzBoYsGIFlZcwt3LxoF8s8U18ZF9KFozROC1qb73qMgMHo/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+114.jpg" border="0" /></a> Almost there...</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLyEWTgvLOJ8tSHJcM2l58NjWP94suQsL8pKhW4rCUauDgNtlhyphenhyphenGZx1Gs0KO8vzbe9FoEXQwLe27pFnlC8KeZuZuwEwPSmYa2xio6XoDZXOIqsmxCB3au8umLVAt1bT7J0t9EhrIpRXiq/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139525862759509938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwR9hGQGDCDrcMp0wfwTaGN9yKa0fOSomTeqRK85oCEpXP_XalBeylAKSTiqNv7Ty6dC50rhaRqkxsQddlzz_sL62I-H7LRYawO5miVKi0X0YI64F37swucrmbQ6GtLf3OlXqSjwL8iQzq/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+116.jpg" border="0" /></a> hey, get off of me!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZoO3uxggu-CEgKxE5ViKgci1roWZrkBz6HsaOAdpNSJcp77L41pCVGSrfjmMOKdwzstHBEOtb3xa6JLb6cOmrJ-JeBNk31UuksdtK7m8GLnDX__ywCCdWQ-AaVFJc2HX_QGyk4MHwNjb/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139525871349444546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwVZAn5Nmmsv4nwFioahxLIl1pWs5boBBAtHpzyA0DN9gr2WGEYBD0ao0fi_qP7fCikwKoaIYCeAM7hKVBTgECf0o63qifClK_GDrYo_lG3-GX0pfffPel1Yf4Fdf9B856XeVF22EiQ3d/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+119.jpg" border="0" /></a> A-ha! I got it!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-52RBqy57KIZjy8DDQmf8fj8xWncsaA2m-_L-wNGo95CvNhxgb1Z0IHPKcRnJ9EqO4aPYZqF5n5jP3KGaarHQFYU5l4JKyu0sTmxeH5f19XsjzGKyXQPqAzbASG0IzWPuFPuwvFVJFEm0/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139525879939379170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibowcrFhIT6NUd6Oy2s4aG9i37acGtddRM6BGbjWUqVuozyRyUCgTKv5WVIDsKosB-K8oIEObzkGQ_FSszPHmTo_FEyyzkbFaCgN1ukRak3UPzCKnT1NuoZSWBIEvOkqzJhkUwJciIVFXy/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+125.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here you go, Mom!</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivF8D7P9BJiZZwxkLj5dTrRCEGdDUXCRP6rGsqB3jU08w3i14XRD-Keqnin4g6eUk55a0nwA8ewd8zAJCzUN3mo8mvu8YkS_L00C3J8fUIIuJuDu0ulZmo4cDba4xJ80U8bOCGDVaICQQj/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139524153362526034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULcD4w9DbehO2-Td6t5jCYPXJFcOlAzAmeYkCnpZpogZo1SiC8-DFF0WwM95iMxjm6Gbk5BQ2fdjMN1joAlujUTzgubasXRd6t5WG1lxpSgjuh8dk1m__b_tdfBgiUaO2EsabpwMhHgmf/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+127.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNvXzgkLcMY0-wGWy5VWggF1OPQhW8gJxhkalqrPRScMxRdSMS2IS6uCL8zX2jOgcdWq7d6mTNXDtcGEwMXfAllVK2v8LhFl-QRy5lN0vCVEQVrJEmgfZqpk0HQNhFKTzafRtAkRK5V4Qj/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139524161952460642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbGEzU4XBrCGILEgyBWgQoWW-kUEJ5KwyhcgwWsNuz_Jt4RH973FV71R3OQui39DdSobeY48vDUuWMnIjE9I0jjFT8PofzOBCUcfVrdNhB6-4mmx6GhY4ZK1XtPOf-4AAk9m9s5FCcwk0/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+110.jpg" border="0" /></a> It was like Labby Central today. We saw about 6 or 7 other Labs and some of them got into the water to play with us.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3e2Oy4qi87LXnyqjSg_jLgpiKnx8q6EgI3Bz-0rdEyEVmeqlw19GfJ_i4N6N4cpc0NvjKWdCMBeSWHFnu3arnMT92AFJZzlelTL5v6GQv2AiuLcD1p9uyqKPgTVZgxfx0KMBpJnO1niGg/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+154.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139524166247427954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRIiEYW0qUp0rt9HQq5x5us3wGG4pyoPhdeAl1OCsByQlP2j-bgNSkpOeSJ59cJQRurcWj2PnMQe7s0agquaavv7NSKsFe_RLfUbYsO3uKJ_bjIxXmOC8eIAkXXpUOoatiGd0TEUgZYCk/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+154.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4T7ljShf3FdflCUG0l9K74byIEUZfgGcDiWix6qCmgludVyyBZZrzAx6r4LDskX1vSqJVAZ7SBpX06xJbbjIpzO0GWEmaFUDLHSJ9OsHIM0sK3MX5D9XbVhXDkWazyL7QEe8Rz4Wigms/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+150.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139524174837362562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NPvhEB12zzHgLuLQb0UPZ1CnbVv1URSNPT486zFZlUl3YaDsdRUHIoi90hg-R9YBAKulMghLAw8vtddLGBfzVH2_Go5dB9KT0VJqZEc4MaMsXL1zMp9Boqm0NwDKa9KjULtcGCo8bJ3F/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+150.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hey, Bailey, come back!</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgLiNUWKacTkuj_gjGf-Aip4727uZRd_kK4ziUrHx9XYCQQKJk0aVPd_ujoGSHPNDmeqxbKrY3jhwhAYCEzBRxuP7_WRHWEzd5fV8WmzjS84Fab_bNELtIwFKmh2pu0OBnPECXPcF9p6T/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+164.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139524183427297170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqwJQxAqdHjETGcpqrtlNKOJ4O3OcvfuFKygC9Z74VBRCbYhgGx5hZ9O3hpDxhZ2M98D4JZJwYRsbFgxZ7B537N2McR_bNFlqIEiW8ZrTzT5fr6nly1j9OUhpq8mG3CYj0FoNwLqPOyb4/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+164.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After about 45 minutes of swimming, we dragged ourselves away and walked on the trail for a little while. We met a bunch of other dogs along the way.</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqatWtKOhz3SR7cu-B0qaaCBwucfsJXKjsQa0UIIppL8qIrfJ8Y-4jgoNK6Y6Vuz3ZB8PHebEWW32RGwp5Vz_JNuldl3cS2zl0x8WjsjkB_6BfTd3IvNsx9YEKZ8QKf82QAHP5RdVsxd05/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+167.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139522675893776130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGtZ4KzlMQ-SfdC1GZDAFx4zJFtmy4bbVodqx4g5iVjWIfYj2JyTME43XKHYPTKuskk80BY0-NfyJkx7d3r46AfpOa6irmRezucdu7DkufMpcr1rG66MoKFQOTYv2BIt1EiZoo-tUYFuh/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+167.jpg" border="0" /></a>We walked for another 45 minutes or so and boy, did we get thirsty.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznbd3MX9Jk2iKUsLm3l7Aqw1OQwxuYc-Nja-CcDuDGaQdwGdX9GnAGx4B3-WmZhInpqxVK-Cnqlzh02RdN3_SfHU9GZ6MRD_ehIu2GGpM2ozbTWdjzry1ynMSVbH3-YJVzB08qYIVB6Wd/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+171.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139522693073645330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJl6Gb9iHGEqgH5llhUyI1rmm6WlAaCfAet4U9N8kZuz2aK8Yzo8OeVPaooMAXp6hRSaAHxdqeBVoCb37uk1yYtrxTR4P2KVmyKOSEUD7teEYjuE6fSLxsIG27kmT2bsGutYI7XmmzFJeX/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+171.jpg" border="0" /></a> Time to go already? </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGhOGUTcOefP_PJGICAMXJW4AGe8cCmfg8KrcKKeGNyggzo6v9D2iFSCUQMGNwt4vPt0OElFDsqK00pH_hzwUIGlJD9VAbU3c6YKJ-SYyFbPv5bHVq76b7MTPuHRWbleDly-7jkJ2aiuE6/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139522697368612642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegX-VVb8NlZPeLHHwHp1EdSDuR3qsLm5MF-oENeNfCoYS5mkezPQPOl6FRBrlQGdP4PUWnv4jOHEFsJy0fSUZlzdWzShBTQhaJIFmUUruoGhyoE38XS9KN9k0AYzqW3yDTAoZaxJX5eWT/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+174.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">We had such a blast at Red Bud! This is our favorite new place and we going to keep going back there. I can practice my swimming and maybe Cassie can practice her retrieving (and her call-back!)</p><p> We zonked out the second we got into the car. Sorry Dad, you're going to have to do the driving again.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUYJT-cDc8lEhCbKvpncqlLAaT9NFeDWGrnkU6uS4K0TsHvtMlNuwAgEyJpxy-PSJRkSn-NK82ay4Zu_z0jHaCZBZSvRcePRxok0n_7oQq8kGLiovjtRtRf9US1dVxMlD7AmnZNPvFPJ0/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+183.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139522710253514546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1u8ecd1JtmDWbZ_EVXlMuT6kf6NkMmzHPF4G3FnyPGYiiO4bJ3_7uNR1lHAbQoSpeKqmMrLbml3ux7SIV_W2ECPNxpcKrFEoShHsBroiuru4p4ALStQAycFng3DaL2YXEBRnhJeoZR4K5/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+183.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDhXzs0geVR0C51RZh4kkgNY0VkC16kpe_ic_C-816EbKQAxxvuFi9U67GucYtv8g11D9ZnZ9VnZnl3xjiP_JbReSefqCnaalpvr0nv2GcQZiHsZ2oDQWljgheViRUXGtw9Lx4Xe-eaorr/s1600-r/Dog+Park+12-02+199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139522714548481858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotmOw0IlrEgZdFPORXIIj-pIWImRGwBVUiB5hgh-CP_Cdw3lDZnFnIuGM_NAF6qpxJ7RxZv0LkM_dAidh_zTb7IsRV8_Kzqz9c-47g2ykQqKyeVh4F2rRj4B5R_qtinwq2S791o9NYJYr/s320/Dog+Park+12-02+199.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzz! </p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-23607261998860414312007-12-01T15:38:00.001-08:002007-12-01T15:44:48.456-08:00MUD! SOCCER BALL!<div align="center">Two little zoomies</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_L0B2rQx8Mg4JxK0yMdxyQr2FxjCELMzXtTQLdDCGCRnjD0g3iPo5qLJphNLeHvMivhEmjFSDwJF2bGUYaMFoFjwcZ2mCQseAKVrigqXIVwIiXo3sUALED-J5ikQ-MTwivuOs8Xlm2m0/s1600-r/12-01+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139153948656447154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Zfvxs6zPDz_BwDiXVriNPx4gj8WeFysLgnbyUf-_-NgM3FgCECDExeBlee2Mhs1DNEJMqQfsvYx_3WISxnJgEvaHN4RIMBj0w7Q_1PcU432cvLY_hkwGoLdWo9O80pvtyqlkwAyW4iAX/s320/12-01+034.jpg" border="0" /></a> playing in the mud</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Fh2E5hKUnec4mSzNbI1AcTQ_T_umwfvMjl0HOFJN94WB9KgIxl9yU6hcTANPFEJnt2AAyMsusBNryv3SZA2QU8CuoB2raU71R3taefn0mWUsSo8t7bsob0Gesjjfpvtex4SgMbmkmbxU/s1600-r/12-01+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139153965836316354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8BNAOlmDnYXqJOLK1pELgBTMX8deCLpkKJp-Fu-WQpjU_LBWtKWsfhipTrS2PgMRfEOq9U6SqVBIDvLjinVXXN8sNpxC6Yi6tpoDYd1eo_O8i9_rLvrX5hRSxlYY_yLYKDW54e-Nzrpl/s320/12-01+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzyFsI7e_0YB16VgBrShb15AaXs0Xh-ouA3mspZQsiiktD39CDsMDotyuHevf8SdpSDsyJwZqhxRX9V8BXPtphhQpxZ2FMZESVRGMh2LcRA9-KaRvtOvH3K7BEfnMjn3I-hYDRNqEjQWq/s1600-r/12-01+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139153974426250962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0rXVkAZcjFGyeSHdEKXtqB1xzfKu0_TKNWIFWLwfZCYNa_CkEw6ePXPplFNP51MpQlNWdO80MmFq-dfy-Sv4wE3c4OMe82TQsBsE0rJeKs-U8QoObYmgSliFjEY1fj8zQ-Qfdi1iSogd/s320/12-01+025.jpg" border="0" /></a>zooming 'round the backyard </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1s1SOeaYRC2-cVeQoEnWS0WaR9Ih5US0_C3YhRpW9IkybcEF6Igjv0y0B_9pmoasUaSGBfmvR_-YY3h0A3XWMSiLrSRNG0LjU3CHxEWHD528JSCPsoLqXhInu0eeTeQ9vps1_a2joXJcb/s1600-r/12-01+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139153983016185570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIEvqTNi-egBas1uC9OJo1IebL57kLUMUNQu4r2e6wMa57hX7YmXFlqUIBdXYAVdXB6cIezr7HAn1nza2Gu2wpcGT_vfW3EDxCJ8_MkT9lJd0flvd9GIbjqH_iAkX-wakH3IcuuIGV8jr/s320/12-01+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZ2PV8dys0elRJvckelC7BvJlbnSIwQ_DZErvgfGd3ItyXSrmBtS3mv2wUQRLLuPmBtLQS6nNazTdeoYetVSagINZI03VBmA6VOlaocGipaPno9QiL8xhEdqoxVo-RMAC7DSUGKZt1HdU/s1600-r/12-01+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139153991606120178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBJfJ_kcU7UYP8xFiIM6W_hHWa3tJPHv0lf_PdghI5R5IE5jseEGop1TlQbcdsRqEhLKht7-mlJB8G1l1MMa5SX3LJESNvnsJndvr7pUFQuiyC2oQ7rRe8pPF9UYatauVHOi-RC3ZiJW2/s320/12-01+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />AND HAVING LOTS OF FUN!!!</p><div align="center"></div>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-86932728150893112972007-11-29T08:32:00.000-08:002007-11-29T19:46:02.354-08:00Operation ChristmasGuess what we're doing? Decorating! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Woohoo</span>! Well you saw phase 1 of Operation Christmas the other day: a bunch of boxes hanging out in our living room and the mantle sorta decorated. So yesterday, we got our tree and started phase 2. We helped by supervising, as always.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5q7UKGr2Uk2S5UL-ok5JLJfPkncxtind7_hFcwpqEsd0vAuh-p5pMn1MldManA5J3vv1ncW55zKlk8P6zp5NVoS6yfWmyjXzhCKQWzCoKDO3F_IDkl8zzh970tqdRwHeMgvrNv3pTUwJz/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138308085257801794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5q7UKGr2Uk2S5UL-ok5JLJfPkncxtind7_hFcwpqEsd0vAuh-p5pMn1MldManA5J3vv1ncW55zKlk8P6zp5NVoS6yfWmyjXzhCKQWzCoKDO3F_IDkl8zzh970tqdRwHeMgvrNv3pTUwJz/s320/Furkids+11-29+048.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HD</span> setting up the radioactive glowing reindeer on the lawn. The big guy with the antlers moves his head back and forth like he's watching out for predators (or cars that might try to sneak up on our lawn).<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYSwLZeAxpRrR3e0yfO5xH8djwKxPnpkj-xnoqrrPKls53gUm_Tn-FY87AVeA9f923S76bJ6e7zPa31T6mrkUAz3ec0o8cuWpsnawyl75LHg8MaLm_XH0PkIuxWyOr9cO3JY0z5IlMWgT/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138308098142703698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYSwLZeAxpRrR3e0yfO5xH8djwKxPnpkj-xnoqrrPKls53gUm_Tn-FY87AVeA9f923S76bJ6e7zPa31T6mrkUAz3ec0o8cuWpsnawyl75LHg8MaLm_XH0PkIuxWyOr9cO3JY0z5IlMWgT/s320/Furkids+11-29+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> This one's kinda blurry. I have to get a new photographer.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5cR5T2TM-qMqoP7Gh0GjDAcXmRk7XBKRIFnuUlTMcmqpdkz1z6SM6IbcgG8RYwtlA58PySia6LU-_CX8Hc3oELeLik7FDT-HD2EaqCskjRROG8jcC3daGdRWzIOrcf7HixuuCD23IFZQ/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138308111027605602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5cR5T2TM-qMqoP7Gh0GjDAcXmRk7XBKRIFnuUlTMcmqpdkz1z6SM6IbcgG8RYwtlA58PySia6LU-_CX8Hc3oELeLik7FDT-HD2EaqCskjRROG8jcC3daGdRWzIOrcf7HixuuCD23IFZQ/s320/Furkids+11-29+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> And here's our tree when we first brought it home. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MMMM</span>...smells good.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfZC7CWAqhEhyphenhyphenNn9_gPCEMCgwhbXgeicmhBefGTCAYai9szjswXeqOP_QvJQVda7-HauoSujEEhcCTpuDJGlTXiItzkqqVK1-NBBwu83xZsg0v6o9B4zoxpfTeCSjAc275D6UhIYSkz0s/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138308115322572914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfZC7CWAqhEhyphenhyphenNn9_gPCEMCgwhbXgeicmhBefGTCAYai9szjswXeqOP_QvJQVda7-HauoSujEEhcCTpuDJGlTXiItzkqqVK1-NBBwu83xZsg0v6o9B4zoxpfTeCSjAc275D6UhIYSkz0s/s320/Furkids+11-29+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Next, the lights go on. We had fun watching M and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">HD</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">spinning</span> around the tree to put the strings of lights on. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcnq6f01yRbu8VLIUhyphenhyphenHnwh_AlQptgKl_Sj3NJ7v8CzP7GYA8czwr91yCK8jTCtnp-vQjyyVKcbhgPgtLYbmmbsLiL1J8yz1sK6Knh-r9X4y9dwU5Grxb_vHZniMMIodc-1rWeRQPXl0I/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138308128207474818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcnq6f01yRbu8VLIUhyphenhyphenHnwh_AlQptgKl_Sj3NJ7v8CzP7GYA8czwr91yCK8jTCtnp-vQjyyVKcbhgPgtLYbmmbsLiL1J8yz1sK6Knh-r9X4y9dwU5Grxb_vHZniMMIodc-1rWeRQPXl0I/s320/Furkids+11-29+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a box of garland and some ornaments. M didn't let me hang any of them. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hmph</span>.</p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9QBIGmpL1NSMyfS7mmbH6zQ5DNRe1RdHqhnaP1ttY0_yvOzwVpA5Sl18tg7DyntvnnOM1iyoTlBo6KkhlSIAwQW3x9fUAWWY6I8HBSyuc6WXsPl0ZZ9IojT8x8l-82RS-FAGYLHPTKkD/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138305899119448082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9QBIGmpL1NSMyfS7mmbH6zQ5DNRe1RdHqhnaP1ttY0_yvOzwVpA5Sl18tg7DyntvnnOM1iyoTlBo6KkhlSIAwQW3x9fUAWWY6I8HBSyuc6WXsPl0ZZ9IojT8x8l-82RS-FAGYLHPTKkD/s320/Furkids+11-29+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Then the very last thing is putting the pretty lady on top. M told us that she's an angel and that she'll be up there to watch over us throughout the entire Christmas season. Uh-oh...now we better be good or Santa Paws will definitely find out.</p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQj7YyDQi12xHyPHIiJk7jhwNqGoVr-A1ywB5WsxKbQ6PoGkm39UeDLXhOIU1Zljd0tEXBgE5b1DjMFukOZeP9bJc3xZONNs2klIAzKPIJMKprqskzqbPrnyrYgrryOj5EhlxykoYCWwHx/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138302574814760866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQj7YyDQi12xHyPHIiJk7jhwNqGoVr-A1ywB5WsxKbQ6PoGkm39UeDLXhOIU1Zljd0tEXBgE5b1DjMFukOZeP9bJc3xZONNs2klIAzKPIJMKprqskzqbPrnyrYgrryOj5EhlxykoYCWwHx/s320/Furkids+11-29+036.jpg" border="0" /></a> And here's the mantle finished. See those stockings? The one on the left is for Cassie and me. There's nothing in there yet, but I hope it's full on Christmas morning!</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTKbExv2oKqcOjQiPgfMSfXEuXd8HNfPEy-wSR5a0dkhdFSd_WHGACiY2pALprtnVUkdMTEGtXTtoqg00MAaSzYDDXtfcVjim3Z5zMosVd8e-GGTTmdGCNymF8ZDGHFcKIELEV7dWG6nD/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138302579109728178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTKbExv2oKqcOjQiPgfMSfXEuXd8HNfPEy-wSR5a0dkhdFSd_WHGACiY2pALprtnVUkdMTEGtXTtoqg00MAaSzYDDXtfcVjim3Z5zMosVd8e-GGTTmdGCNymF8ZDGHFcKIELEV7dWG6nD/s320/Furkids+11-29+054.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Alright, bro. Move over. It's Cassie here! I wanted to tell you something exciting. I got a brand new collar! It was supposed to be a Christmas pressie, but my last one was getting too tight on me. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Yay</span> for early Christmas presents!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">This was my old collar. It's really pretty, but too small.<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Cp4S6tsOBWyDnswwrhE0LFFPqd-AX_m_DVOMgvqlxnyB-Mu9DjVrfnDnktJL7T1LS1x7uV7exfnrApSohFxNbsD9ed97PdYmbpjOIsrdyjtTpP-Q-mNM4Wi60nh2IRYiBumZbDeVO4GB/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+062.jpg"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138302626354368450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Cp4S6tsOBWyDnswwrhE0LFFPqd-AX_m_DVOMgvqlxnyB-Mu9DjVrfnDnktJL7T1LS1x7uV7exfnrApSohFxNbsD9ed97PdYmbpjOIsrdyjtTpP-Q-mNM4Wi60nh2IRYiBumZbDeVO4GB/s320/Furkids+11-29+062.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> </span><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Now I have a bright red Hamilton collar that matches Orion's, except his is black. Mom likes them because their really sturdy, have big buckles, and are easy to clean when they get dirty. The end of the collar pulls through the leash ring so that if we pull on our leashes, the stress is put on the ring itself instead of the buckle. You can check them out </span><a href="http://www.hamiltonproducts.com/collars.htm"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">here</span></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;">.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X3H5_ZUIqL-95RuOgFR5vBFgpMsSr3U32enGax22lTYeU1xm1GEPu4bQZTOCDDyZMc5HNkFaDNX-piPA133zuKboW-_0do9TmJVIyHTN0Ex5UQUbcJ37eBBSj-WYyJ8QcjTMpJcHaKCU/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+063.jpg"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138302630649335762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X3H5_ZUIqL-95RuOgFR5vBFgpMsSr3U32enGax22lTYeU1xm1GEPu4bQZTOCDDyZMc5HNkFaDNX-piPA133zuKboW-_0do9TmJVIyHTN0Ex5UQUbcJ37eBBSj-WYyJ8QcjTMpJcHaKCU/s320/Furkids+11-29+063.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> See, it even has my name on it!</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAOinF3vJTmWE2V58z3_MLqIpvXBjTFyAkNgFlkjE5GZOY0Eh2ugkOQe0qhDtWlzLHiJ27SoFXBkvJPWaFM3WMit055wOlNIhrYsa5v7Gjh7gWEQpHg_UnGwxv-PyFJn3wtmEvg9nmvnX/s1600-h/Furkids+11-29+066.jpg"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138302639239270370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAOinF3vJTmWE2V58z3_MLqIpvXBjTFyAkNgFlkjE5GZOY0Eh2ugkOQe0qhDtWlzLHiJ27SoFXBkvJPWaFM3WMit055wOlNIhrYsa5v7Gjh7gWEQpHg_UnGwxv-PyFJn3wtmEvg9nmvnX/s320/Furkids+11-29+066.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> I wasn't really in the mood to pose for pictures today, so you'll have to excuse my less-than-divine appearance. Maybe I'll let Mom get some good snapshots later on.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Is everyone helping their humans with decorating?</span></div><div></div><br /><div>Licks and Wiggles, </div><div>Cassie and Orion</div>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-31960007968619188082007-11-28T16:51:00.000-08:002007-11-28T17:56:30.307-08:00Letter to Santa Paws!<div align="center">We've been really good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">labbies</span> this year, see?</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRG17tJ4Sw7s5ScBcDbaGw6CTKLyJnkdh6l_UGXtnO6ZIjgzXCKh7JuYEDY2RM-716duu8DYGDZWn0MeG8wHyAkYl93mdnYmBQxP4qnr1pYq9eRV0F3c9FGVWKVozVcej3y1f8pmW-8Sw0/s1600-h/Furkids+11-25+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138073781906902914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRG17tJ4Sw7s5ScBcDbaGw6CTKLyJnkdh6l_UGXtnO6ZIjgzXCKh7JuYEDY2RM-716duu8DYGDZWn0MeG8wHyAkYl93mdnYmBQxP4qnr1pYq9eRV0F3c9FGVWKVozVcej3y1f8pmW-8Sw0/s320/Furkids+11-25+027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, so Cassie and I decided to be creative with our letter to Santa Paws. This is our first Christmas, after all and we have to make a good first impression. So why not make a song for Santa Paws? Mom said that if you make something into a song, it's easier to remember, so hopefully Santa won't forget anything we asked for. So here goes...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Our 12 desires of Christmas</strong> </div><div align="center">(to the tune of 12 days of Christmas):</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The first thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">is lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DWB's</span></span>.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">The second thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">2 new collars</div><div align="center">and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">DWB's</span></span>.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br>The third thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">3 sweet potato chews</div><div align="center">2 new collars</div><div align="center">and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">DWB's</span></span>.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">The fourth thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">4 tennis balls</div><div align="center">3 sweet potato chews</div><div align="center">2 new collars</div><div align="center">and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">DWB's</span></span>.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The fifth thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center"><strong>5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">BAAAAD</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">CUUZZZZ</span></span>!</strong></div><div align="center">4 tennis balls</div><div align="center">3 sweet potato chews</div><div align="center">2 new collars</div><div align="center">and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">DWB's</span></span>.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The sixth thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">6 Bully Sticks</div><div align="center"><strong>5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">BAAAAD</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">CUUZZZZ</span></span>!</strong></div><div align="center">4 tennis balls </div><div align="center">3 sweet potato chews</div><div align="center">2 new collars</div><div align="center">and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">DWB's</span></span>.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">The seventh thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">7 days of snow</div><div align="center">6 Bully Sticks</div><div align="center"><strong>5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">BAAAAD</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">CUUZZZZ</span></span>!</strong></div><div align="center">4 tennis balls</div><div align="center">3 sweet potato chews</div><div align="center">2 new collars</div><div align="center">and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">DWB's</span></span>.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">The eighth thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">8 soccer Balls</div><div align="center">7 days of snow</div><div align="center">6 Bully Sticks</div><div align="center"><strong>5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">BAAAAD</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">CUUZZZZ</span></span>!</strong></div><div align="center">4 tennis balls</div><div align="center">3 sweet potato chews</div><div align="center">2 new collars</div><div align="center">and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">DWB's</span></span>.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">The ninth thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">9 chewy shoes</div><div align="center">8 soccer balls</div><div align="center">7 days of snow</div><div align="center">6 Bully Sticks<br /><strong>5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">BAAAAD</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">CUUZZZZ</span></span>!<br /></strong>4 tennis balls<br />3 sweet potato chews<br />2 new collars<br />and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">DWB's</span></span>.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The tenth thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">stuffie</span></span> toys</div><div align="center">9 chewy shoes</div><div align="center">8 soccer balls</div><div align="center">7 days of snow</div><div align="center">6 Bully Sticks<br /><strong>5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">BAAAAD</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">CUUZZZZ</span></span>!<br /></strong>4 tennis balls<br />3 sweet potato chews<br />2 new collars<br />and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">DWB's</span></span>.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The eleventh thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">11 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">surprises</span> in our stockings</div><div align="center">10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">stuffie</span></span> toys<br />9 chewy shoes<br />8 soccer balls<br />7 days of snow<br />6 Bully Sticks</div><div align="center"><strong>5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">BAAAAD</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">CUUZZZZ</span></span>!</strong></div><div align="center">4 tennis balls</div><div align="center">3 sweet potato chews</div><div align="center">2 new collars</div><div align="center">and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">DWB's</span></span>.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The twelfth thing that we would like Santa Paws to bring...</div><div align="center">12 months of happiness for our friends</div><div align="center">11 surprises in our stockings<br />10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">stuffie</span> toys</div><div align="center">9 chewy shoes</div><div align="center">8 soccer balls</div><div align="center">7 days of snow</div><div align="center">6 Bully Sticks<br /><strong>5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">BAAAAD</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">CUUZZZZ</span>!<br /></strong>4 tennis balls<br />3 sweet potato chews<br />2 new collars<br />and lots of pressies for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">DWB's</span>.</div><br />Okay, so maybe a little monotonous, but it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">gets</span> the point across :)<br /><br />We can't wait until Christmas!!Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-57859173551837922842007-11-25T19:42:00.000-08:002007-11-26T17:47:28.144-08:00Of rainy days and suspicious packages...Hi everydog. We've had a couple of fun days here in Texas. It's been raining for 2 days and water is everywhere. Just look at all of the puddles of mud in the backyard.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLsHEUECBkIK6Z_Ia9e5HeTQP-Zs4IYMCb4UR7mpFzSjG8DKy0Q3nVs-d3-G9S-gJFOq4PwBZ0Axdo_5jJEX8vPwjklNT9Thv-OQi2SqiqBE8QsOK9NwwaNAaDIxcILhGNzhhwF6t8zcU/s1600-h/Furkids+11-25+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137014325144129378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLsHEUECBkIK6Z_Ia9e5HeTQP-Zs4IYMCb4UR7mpFzSjG8DKy0Q3nVs-d3-G9S-gJFOq4PwBZ0Axdo_5jJEX8vPwjklNT9Thv-OQi2SqiqBE8QsOK9NwwaNAaDIxcILhGNzhhwF6t8zcU/s320/Furkids+11-25+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gmQ0RD8mjWCW8gepBKlSgvf3t7gg6HO0ShERDFpOXStUIRlhCM5N7CgXfRbm4YLmG3BVKn4Oi4SIIXKbGd45jJdO-wYf6lrkJMXDD3ev8dHb6y8UkUlK5_NeOBd7rnNTkst7f6hgTpK3/s1600-h/Furkids+11-25+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137014333734063986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gmQ0RD8mjWCW8gepBKlSgvf3t7gg6HO0ShERDFpOXStUIRlhCM5N7CgXfRbm4YLmG3BVKn4Oi4SIIXKbGd45jJdO-wYf6lrkJMXDD3ev8dHb6y8UkUlK5_NeOBd7rnNTkst7f6hgTpK3/s320/Furkids+11-25+029.jpg" border="0" /></a>Yesterday, Cassie and I played outside for a long long time. We didn't want to go inside. Actually, after rolling around in the mud for so long, I don't think Mom wanted us to go inside either. We were pawsitively dirty. But HD laid out a big blanket and dried us off on it. Of course we couldn't stop playing long enough to get totally dry. </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnytjkhG6UyteoQKFz-2ocK54yuMmX0iMWBYledFnbanQI1zkVrqd69zjVtasKFUCRBByUmm1sjx8HfP1FH19Srfs-1bMXVv2FtsdHsZmbHda14K0zIzdyq3uS110Ttkse12MoY0OlOBN4/s1600-h/Furkids+11-25+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137013088193548050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnytjkhG6UyteoQKFz-2ocK54yuMmX0iMWBYledFnbanQI1zkVrqd69zjVtasKFUCRBByUmm1sjx8HfP1FH19Srfs-1bMXVv2FtsdHsZmbHda14K0zIzdyq3uS110Ttkse12MoY0OlOBN4/s320/Furkids+11-25+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvHkFfruvFMXZ8KoO34MAVn3meJDCkjDVy3OK6gNc8uDqvJnBhWwLUBtev5Q26YwPypscfytujx8LX4EoJT_9x0YWGF6cE3GjQSjmEY0g1XUa3t3Zag77SPrZLTerDgK9nkxeq90u2o8k/s1600-h/Furkids+11-25+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137013113963351842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvHkFfruvFMXZ8KoO34MAVn3meJDCkjDVy3OK6gNc8uDqvJnBhWwLUBtev5Q26YwPypscfytujx8LX4EoJT_9x0YWGF6cE3GjQSjmEY0g1XUa3t3Zag77SPrZLTerDgK9nkxeq90u2o8k/s320/Furkids+11-25+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cassie isn't very happy about having to stay on the blanket.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOOirm3QHWexmRHm2QtBLMdHYnRpcxWKZGJMfhzMs10QVTl-LXXdz9xeY9NcBgJimCXHmah-QPyqtDyWfmuNKItD0otpZL-otHeaVMunSFpGqZXzQnH5yeN3441S2bPTRQ7d_goAvr4gC/s1600-h/Furkids+11-25+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137013126848253746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOOirm3QHWexmRHm2QtBLMdHYnRpcxWKZGJMfhzMs10QVTl-LXXdz9xeY9NcBgJimCXHmah-QPyqtDyWfmuNKItD0otpZL-otHeaVMunSFpGqZXzQnH5yeN3441S2bPTRQ7d_goAvr4gC/s320/Furkids+11-25+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> M wasn't feeling very well and had herself wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. She just wanted to relax and keep warm, but of course we couldn't let that happen. C'mon Mom, let's play! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-EdvSLlARTDuHuf52-BiJjqwP0f9W2K1HBJuqcKm3UmnZcM84XUUFEHkkwAD3D4oP-gV2Xuwwd2dJ_GtiUo2AlTkBKl6KTY2ETDneKXNfpBByEyaaMwUVuGyZHEinGu0XSGMJ-qykjwd/s1600-h/Furkids+11-25+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137013135438188354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-EdvSLlARTDuHuf52-BiJjqwP0f9W2K1HBJuqcKm3UmnZcM84XUUFEHkkwAD3D4oP-gV2Xuwwd2dJ_GtiUo2AlTkBKl6KTY2ETDneKXNfpBByEyaaMwUVuGyZHEinGu0XSGMJ-qykjwd/s320/Furkids+11-25+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> Of course, M obliged. She just can't say no to our puppy dog eyes. We played fetch for a while (actually I played fetch and Cassie just played scavenger --waiting for me to bring the toy back so she could jump on me and take it). </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKdGdL0Zf7hPxAgI-tro67mn2Ueu1qV31bXFQjaUHl9L1fG3ECrpp6GcRC-hs8x8hdTzUgk896uAvxGHHZfwQ64kP-YO241v-PqSgChqYNa11W-TxySsZJU1KkORAKMt76OKoWwo9Ie9e/s1600-h/Furkids+11-25+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137013139733155666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKdGdL0Zf7hPxAgI-tro67mn2Ueu1qV31bXFQjaUHl9L1fG3ECrpp6GcRC-hs8x8hdTzUgk896uAvxGHHZfwQ64kP-YO241v-PqSgChqYNa11W-TxySsZJU1KkORAKMt76OKoWwo9Ie9e/s320/Furkids+11-25+034.jpg" border="0" /></a> We tired (and dried) ourselves out. It was definitely time for a warm nap. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdkjBnoJ5RRU6MJZyRheqzHc3CfpAVlA6drWk88vaixryy3b3oy-yhB2y8LIAMyHKzVTnmk9qF1px8qpIvo1O4CRLYoL6qDh3I2S4pI71ury8__75Z000yZgh5I7ceX9HhtWk26WTxc_U/s1600-h/Furkids+11-25+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137011194112970450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdkjBnoJ5RRU6MJZyRheqzHc3CfpAVlA6drWk88vaixryy3b3oy-yhB2y8LIAMyHKzVTnmk9qF1px8qpIvo1O4CRLYoL6qDh3I2S4pI71ury8__75Z000yZgh5I7ceX9HhtWk26WTxc_U/s320/Furkids+11-25+024.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p>Yesterday afternoon, Mom got a big box full of stuff she ordered for Christmas. She made the mistake of leaving the box open and this morning we found a surprise.</p><br /><center><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-lMWbiGGMk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed> </center><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Anything good? Nah, just the dust bunny, Phoenix.</span></p><p>Those packing peanuts are going to be everywhere for the next week. </p><p>Oh, and I think I'm going to close with this picture of Cassie. Sophie says that sometimes she looks <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">possessed</span>, but even her most evil look can't compare with this one. </p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMNBqcORy2UlKuKhHm_5k6Q9_dGN_LQhskYa6RInDiJ1JuaBPVUBnrO81lfRr9deI1NROrz407hFBuzSEDJqqJhlUsaYtaCWz591eVNtLg6c6EZkW2oX5a4GM-2YumButapxALiU9OrrR/s1600-h/Evil+Cassie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137011245652578050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMNBqcORy2UlKuKhHm_5k6Q9_dGN_LQhskYa6RInDiJ1JuaBPVUBnrO81lfRr9deI1NROrz407hFBuzSEDJqqJhlUsaYtaCWz591eVNtLg6c6EZkW2oX5a4GM-2YumButapxALiU9OrrR/s320/Evil+Cassie.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Until next time! Woo-woofs!</p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-17187078289302659002007-11-23T08:15:00.000-08:002007-11-23T09:15:00.419-08:00Turkey Day!<div align="left">Actually, we didn't get to have any of this on Thanksgiving :(</div><div align="center"></div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAif0bD6SW6BUg7ocC9FYShyiUSq_LK7C1SMehCbHaBwpVI8_B1I6CgjZ44-osfOTPm9Z31Hq_xAUEbF93F0aO9PUNbrm4Qodxuo00uC4n7ls4b9ghRdKWrRCt6QZDrg_jg2lvjBxB1xn/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136081647225998978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAif0bD6SW6BUg7ocC9FYShyiUSq_LK7C1SMehCbHaBwpVI8_B1I6CgjZ44-osfOTPm9Z31Hq_xAUEbF93F0aO9PUNbrm4Qodxuo00uC4n7ls4b9ghRdKWrRCt6QZDrg_jg2lvjBxB1xn/s320/Thanksgiving+016.jpg" border="0" /></a>I can't eat turkey because of my stupid allergies and Mom thought that it wouldn't be fair to just give Cassie some turkey since she didn't have any fresh rabbit on hand to give me. So get this -- she brought home a tiny bit of turkey and gave it to the cats!!! What?! Since when do the dust bunnies get food before us? </p><p align="left">But then she said that she brought home something special for Cassie and me. Sweet potatoes! They're freeze dried so that they're chewy and last a while, AND I can eat them without getting itchy. YAY Mom! You and Dad are the best! They were really yummy and I gulped mine down fast. But it was so good that I wanted more. So I chased Cassie all over the couch to try and get hers. </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZkIp8aaQfPvQmgUiH2o0ACgKePXRwW-lglqBmqlmjmpRhRH8v_im4HN03V1DzPzn6L8d6_LFHneOopJfzVKVRLvMMzDzZW80hvopoh0l93ns74vttDmnpF8YFA9C8lVQFg2nXkh7CD-i/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136081660110900882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZkIp8aaQfPvQmgUiH2o0ACgKePXRwW-lglqBmqlmjmpRhRH8v_im4HN03V1DzPzn6L8d6_LFHneOopJfzVKVRLvMMzDzZW80hvopoh0l93ns74vttDmnpF8YFA9C8lVQFg2nXkh7CD-i/s320/Thanksgiving+007.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Hey, let me have some of that...</span><br /></p><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnUwqH_4hvyin_slqItXiwLfQ3ETuEMdN9PxKTHVxcPfvLaK7SjpWN9j2uQHezcxObPwae23YDLzFaxmXxcjl5SpYIx-EvA21gVJVEZKOdN7OW7kYkjxgRJ91Lcdc6-TkzOHb4m1andyW/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136080740987899426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnUwqH_4hvyin_slqItXiwLfQ3ETuEMdN9PxKTHVxcPfvLaK7SjpWN9j2uQHezcxObPwae23YDLzFaxmXxcjl5SpYIx-EvA21gVJVEZKOdN7OW7kYkjxgRJ91Lcdc6-TkzOHb4m1andyW/s320/Thanksgiving+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">C'mon, just a piece!</span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_wNjQ_TEFFzw8yv-Cu2ccPZCmWWLR99MaiaODb-tNU5R6xqvU_Nuh4gREXCL5GMgs2qbmwupAn_RjqyWDhWi-bMq7OGY2NVG7p5hsdjjR7dk9XxsA06v_pymvy956Bsbq_-kCdWNXc-t/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136080749577834034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_wNjQ_TEFFzw8yv-Cu2ccPZCmWWLR99MaiaODb-tNU5R6xqvU_Nuh4gREXCL5GMgs2qbmwupAn_RjqyWDhWi-bMq7OGY2NVG7p5hsdjjR7dk9XxsA06v_pymvy956Bsbq_-kCdWNXc-t/s320/Thanksgiving+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Oooo...look a crumb!</span></p><p>Cassie wasn't sharing and Mom wouldn't let me take it from her, so I had to sit back and watch her share with Phoenix! So not cool! </p><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXxbAzdtSS8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></p><br /><p></p><p>M and D got back early from Thanksgiving "dinner" (which was really at lunch time) so we had the rest of the day to sit back and relax on Turkey Day. M started bringing out some of the Christmas decorations from the garage, so all of this is now taking up a small part of our living room. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4JvM4gWGDjnkBmo3YyVkiEYLXVMzcJ9eQDxS4mkri3M5sS2cERjic0W6d-HnnFZS8eTfHdOPNsUiAwxp0hwJEm6-bambrIpE_jo0LLfslylmJ70X6Vn9wxpl6ravaHVAHafClTxD7p0R3/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136080758167768642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4JvM4gWGDjnkBmo3YyVkiEYLXVMzcJ9eQDxS4mkri3M5sS2cERjic0W6d-HnnFZS8eTfHdOPNsUiAwxp0hwJEm6-bambrIpE_jo0LLfslylmJ70X6Vn9wxpl6ravaHVAHafClTxD7p0R3/s320/Thanksgiving+034.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNoX5t8otWn3KDoG3QZIqiibLnau8BTr4O4F8qVuDFQLnXH68sVcUWwhzgczakaJBOxdLT-HlJh3fM6M5kbr4m36Mv7GLdfJq-Y-XwRDxmbxIQviXHpXvqDAAghqG24xnXHwAJU6oKhvz/s1600-h/HW+party+056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136080762462735954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNoX5t8otWn3KDoG3QZIqiibLnau8BTr4O4F8qVuDFQLnXH68sVcUWwhzgczakaJBOxdLT-HlJh3fM6M5kbr4m36Mv7GLdfJq-Y-XwRDxmbxIQviXHpXvqDAAghqG24xnXHwAJU6oKhvz/s320/HW+party+056.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Yeah Mom, just put it right over the there...</span></p><p>D said that we're going to get our tree on Monday. I hope it's a big one! I've never seen a real Christmas tree before! M keeps telling me that I'm not allowed to pee on it, drink the water on the bottom of it, wag my tail next to it, and most of all, eat it. Well, I'll do my best, Mom, but if the overwhelming need to chew on it's yummy sticks hits me, then I don't know if I can control it. </p><p>Cassie and I spent a lot of time outside since...guess what...IT WAS COLD OUTSIDE!!! Yep, that's right. It was about 40 degrees here in Cedar Park and Dallas even got snow flurries. Woo hoo! Bring on WINTER!<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCKLAzyZ69W2FxeHhp66aF4lm-bTNBYDSAQGIABjVHBNPKuq0jn5cT9Z8Aor8S4OTssyW1DMZwLOjLl5kcQNKnZgOAlhP1SfbzmQ_rMhcSLmj-RShFw5_9YWUBN6N9FWJXDfSt0X6ICR_/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136080775347637858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCKLAzyZ69W2FxeHhp66aF4lm-bTNBYDSAQGIABjVHBNPKuq0jn5cT9Z8Aor8S4OTssyW1DMZwLOjLl5kcQNKnZgOAlhP1SfbzmQ_rMhcSLmj-RShFw5_9YWUBN6N9FWJXDfSt0X6ICR_/s320/Thanksgiving+004.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>How was everydoggy's Thanksgiving? I hope everyone got lots of Turkey!</p>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562293404656361080.post-57354042050749020952007-11-21T06:09:00.000-08:002007-11-21T09:27:36.398-08:00Just one more thing before the Holiday season...Hi everyone, it's the Mom here. Just wanted to post this reminder of some human foods that could be harmful to dogs if ingested. With all the hustle and bustle, it's easy to leave some of these foods in Fido's reach.<br /><br /><strong>Alcoholic Beverages:</strong> Can cause intoxication, coma, and death.<br /><br /><strong>Avocados:</strong> The fruit, pit, and plant are all toxic. They can cause difficulty breathing and fluid accumulation in the chest, abdomen and heart.<br /><br /><strong>Bones:</strong> Cooked bones can splinter and damage a dog’s internal organs. Raw bones should always be supervised.<br /><br /><strong>Chocolate (all forms):</strong> Can cause staggering, labored breathing, vomiting, diarrhea, abdominal pain, tremors, fever, heart rate increase, arrhythmia, seizures, coma, death. Bakers (semi-sweet and dark) Chocolate is the most dangerous.<br /><br /><strong>Coffee, Coffee Grounds, Tea:</strong> Drinks or food containing caffeine cause many of the same symptoms as chocolate.<br /><br /><strong>Fatty and Fried Foods:</strong> Excessive fat can cause pancreatitis.<br /><br /><strong>Fruit Seeds and Pits:</strong> Contain cyanide. The core/pit of fruits can also become lodged in the intestines and kill a dog in 24 hours with no warning.<br /><br /><strong>Grapes and Raisins:</strong> Can cause vomiting, diarrhea, abdominal pain, lethargy, kidney failure in dogs. A single serving of raisins can kill a dog.<br /><br /><strong>Hops:</strong> Causes panting, increased heart rate, elevated temperature, seizures, and death.<br /><br /><strong>Macadamia Nuts:</strong> Can cause locomotion difficulties, tremors, and weakness or paralysis of the hindquarters. Some affected dogs have swollen limbs and show pain when the limbs are manipulated. Limit all other nuts, as their high phosphorous content is said to possibly lead to bladder stones. The exception seems to be Peanut Butter (Organic salt & sugar free is best.)<br /><br /><strong>Moldy or Spoiled Foods:</strong> Can cause indigestion, diarrhea and vomiting. Molds and bacteria go hand in hand. If the dogs are small, they will not be equipped to ward off diseases caused by these bacteria.<br /><br /><strong>Mushrooms:</strong> Can cause abdominal pain, drooling, liver damage, kidney damage, vomiting diarhea, convulsions, coma, death. The only safe mushrooms are shitake, maitake, and reishi.<br /><br /><strong>Nutmeg:</strong> Can cause tremors, seizures, and death.<br /><br /><strong>Onions, Onion Powder (and Garlic in large quantities):</strong> Can cause Hemolytic Anemia, labored breathing, liver damage, vomiting, diarrhea, discolored urine. Weakness, confusion, dizziness and accelerated heart rate are other symptoms of onion poisoning. Onions and garlic contain the toxic ingredient thiosulphate. Onions are more of a danger.<br /><br /><strong>Raisins:</strong> (see grapes)<br /><br /><strong>Salt:</strong> Excessive salt intake can cause kidney problems and may lead to electrolyte imbalances.<br /><br /><strong>Sugar and Corn Syrups:</strong> Can lead to obesity, dental problems, and possibly diabetes mellitus. Small amounts of honey or molasses are okay (but not for dogs with cancer.)<br /><br /><strong>Tobacco:</strong> Contains nicotine, which affects the digestive and nervous systems. Can result in rapid heart beat, collapse, coma, and death.<br /><br /><strong>Tomato Plants:</strong> Can cause tremors and heart arrhythmias.<br /><br /><strong>Yeast dough</strong>: Can expand and produce gas in the digestive system, causing pain and possible rupture of the stomach or intestines.<br /><br /><strong>Xylitol Sweetened Products:</strong> Even a small amount can cause liver failure and death.<br /><br />If your dog has ingested any of these foods, make sure they stay hydrated and get veterinary help <em>immediately</em>. The sooner you act, the less amount of the poison will be absorbed into his system. Call your emergency vetrinary hospital and then call the ASPCA Poison Hotline (888)426-4435. They can provide you with answers on how to help your pet based on their size, weight, and what they ingested.<br /><br /><div align="center">Everyone have a Happy Holiday season!</div>Lucky Dog Boardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438760014888047685noreply@blogger.com2