tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17899166048322171522024-02-19T02:51:05.277-08:00Going to the DogsWe are sick of horses this and horses that! This is our manifesto: It is time for more of mom's attention to go to us. Yeah! Going to the Dogs!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-19407120269562097262009-10-11T21:37:00.000-07:002018-12-13T12:52:29.976-08:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0CSiS8ZYQLyqKWDuI99xYDhHyXDLo9VPNcYO2RCwa78Jejpzx3jObbWI36swyODjk0oJm5b4XpSC1DWb_PThy9gSyR7D7mSwfQduqjJectT90hwMU1yMgUKx-Y8Bxf-ubIy868IjNI8/s1600-h/P1130380.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0CSiS8ZYQLyqKWDuI99xYDhHyXDLo9VPNcYO2RCwa78Jejpzx3jObbWI36swyODjk0oJm5b4XpSC1DWb_PThy9gSyR7D7mSwfQduqjJectT90hwMU1yMgUKx-Y8Bxf-ubIy868IjNI8/s400/P1130380.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; 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text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-77470353562223692142009-10-10T14:16:00.000-07:002009-10-11T21:55:13.345-07:00The Dogs Guide to Human Words!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here is what we will tell you about today. Words. Humans have good words and bad words. We, Stella and Lena, have decided that it is time to bury all bad human words. I Stella will start to dig the hole right now. Here is what will go deep into the hole.<br /></div></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVaGPG2kt1O5g7bKoIpZMD43h6VXZbyPcW0lIkNhUm5eoftAvDIJIOjn4XZW5QW3LvvaFaIi8X-AGDZo1n8BwonfnlQ82C5D6ijbkCMmkoF47lgq6nzh-LPuhSc1mFXI8RA9m_ZH793o/s1600-h/P1000247.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVaGPG2kt1O5g7bKoIpZMD43h6VXZbyPcW0lIkNhUm5eoftAvDIJIOjn4XZW5QW3LvvaFaIi8X-AGDZo1n8BwonfnlQ82C5D6ijbkCMmkoF47lgq6nzh-LPuhSc1mFXI8RA9m_ZH793o/s400/P1000247.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>First, the words "<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">BAD DOG</span>". These are the very, very worst of all human words. We do not want to hear them ever again. Ha! Into the very bottom of the hole.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtF6CgcjsLzzo6PzTW2J16DZlWyUgShHqtvsU3OKLHLHJglqVjbmZSO44YkXhZsQvN_vroyt8KSDe5Ec-FY3ogJ5EQNtG-c7QZ0vqGvFpDvAReyFpqVwCgMsuAaLlwjVzIrbnSGa4wxZc/s1600-h/P1130684.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtF6CgcjsLzzo6PzTW2J16DZlWyUgShHqtvsU3OKLHLHJglqVjbmZSO44YkXhZsQvN_vroyt8KSDe5Ec-FY3ogJ5EQNtG-c7QZ0vqGvFpDvAReyFpqVwCgMsuAaLlwjVzIrbnSGa4wxZc/s400/P1130684.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Next in is the word "<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">NO</span>." We dogs hates this word. "No" goes in right on top of "bad dog."<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:4109/daaf3dffb7cea0bd610482653bf25c4e/image/34e6c99babf869b1.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://localhost:4109/daaf3dffb7cea0bd610482653bf25c4e/image/34e6c99babf869b1.jpg?size=400" border="0" /></a> </div>Okay, get ready now for these next words, "<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Back</span>", "<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Inside</span>", and "<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Down</span>". These are not as bad as the first two but still, who needs them? Not us.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MPWcNVd0jm7pjSVIsNGH0qWfIef2h4YFEvYNGl9cjMYMYRfv0qd5Z0ue9SuZaVoJaj2ucuDrtuQ0crl0YY0ewvbqE3FPWPeJ3fs5FXrkYgmCG-2tIVI3I4vqmcHFjVblmN4-Bkt5VVU/s1600-h/P1130726.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MPWcNVd0jm7pjSVIsNGH0qWfIef2h4YFEvYNGl9cjMYMYRfv0qd5Z0ue9SuZaVoJaj2ucuDrtuQ0crl0YY0ewvbqE3FPWPeJ3fs5FXrkYgmCG-2tIVI3I4vqmcHFjVblmN4-Bkt5VVU/s400/P1130726.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Oh noes, we almost forgot. The third baddest of human words - "<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">time for a bath</span>." Mom said this to both of us last week. It was really awful what happened next. Why does she do these kind of bad things to us? She says she loves us but she makes cold water squirt all over us. Bad mom! There. See how it feels!<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30xbgPi2WUNpIF5ni-4cg8BX4dSIu4Ou-9Z2W_twHd7PkONKrAV3b-Z9w0bBwKkpjqJNnHEsURe37slSCJwIeEwXvC7iFc5hwTEXyz3msEeyyAgFp1tMJTNy38oCDquix5vHYmfA-nIM/s1600-h/P1130724.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30xbgPi2WUNpIF5ni-4cg8BX4dSIu4Ou-9Z2W_twHd7PkONKrAV3b-Z9w0bBwKkpjqJNnHEsURe37slSCJwIeEwXvC7iFc5hwTEXyz3msEeyyAgFp1tMJTNy38oCDquix5vHYmfA-nIM/s400/P1130724.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Now for the good words. We plan to train mom to say these lots and lots of times. I Lena will tell you about some of my bestest human words.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1uZ9NWB_NLDaSMUKD9F4ARObD185NB_Y371qQla-zq3mRkPfWgqh5STz9eKSUdJWnSaTfQlZbRThv0s5OOzozm-sdzblgqjiNkRzmRQfVcCq2Wk4faaHKo35Q4Au7SZLID85heTKslI/s1600-h/P1000288.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1uZ9NWB_NLDaSMUKD9F4ARObD185NB_Y371qQla-zq3mRkPfWgqh5STz9eKSUdJWnSaTfQlZbRThv0s5OOzozm-sdzblgqjiNkRzmRQfVcCq2Wk4faaHKo35Q4Au7SZLID85heTKslI/s400/P1000288.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Good Dog.</span> This is what mom says when she is happy with us and gives us smiles and hugs and yummsy things to eat. We have to do what her words tell us to get her to say this "good dog" to us.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Cookies</span> - Almost the best. Sometimes mom just yells "Cookies" because she loves us and we run and wriggle and she gives us cookies. Sometimes we have to show her all of our special tricks before she will gives them to us.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAv0k4mtAwrfU7EzZescwOKcFRxfOEj_Mg3XdQrvp-jY6CMpGYRNm1KoXQ228hOISSW1GjSs9pZKUQIY2ea3vdeupiLeWHvYDyasktPAlAqiSDUF3G50cnhFKF3TRMaYOadgNDfiSjOQ/s1600-h/P1130718.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAv0k4mtAwrfU7EzZescwOKcFRxfOEj_Mg3XdQrvp-jY6CMpGYRNm1KoXQ228hOISSW1GjSs9pZKUQIY2ea3vdeupiLeWHvYDyasktPAlAqiSDUF3G50cnhFKF3TRMaYOadgNDfiSjOQ/s400/P1130718.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Bonesos</span> - Not sure which is better actually, bonesos or cookies.<br /><br />More words we like and want to hear more of. Lots more of. Here they are . . . <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Walk. Go. Get in the truck. Up. Lets Go. Hugs. Squeekie. Zoomies .</span><br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvTci-hFfWQCYsgvc1XCBJDMvLzHOmAKsvxQ_uIqrC5fCijU6d0lVt4J0JWKdVh8A9frviNX4eodLcxlT8mD39R9RHpFMy-4eHWqTfwJ888Bj5mts4zqpvMWiUTnWVoM25tEoOjwhYEw/s1600-h/P1000223.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvTci-hFfWQCYsgvc1XCBJDMvLzHOmAKsvxQ_uIqrC5fCijU6d0lVt4J0JWKdVh8A9frviNX4eodLcxlT8mD39R9RHpFMy-4eHWqTfwJ888Bj5mts4zqpvMWiUTnWVoM25tEoOjwhYEw/s400/P1000223.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>There, you see there are many human words that are the best and can be said just as easy as the words that we have decided must go and are now going to be buried once and for all.<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-20935935790773971332009-08-30T18:59:00.001-07:002009-08-30T20:31:38.719-07:00The Last Day of Summer VacationWe have to speak, we do. If we wait for mom to write the words for our blog, we will be putting on ice skates in that hot place down there, far under the ground.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivucytZ3UhqI5Sf1YDOaXNGWiWZGpzYBdqL4dXo8SUbz4ne0-M0zhfS20fsrG5f2VZbxtxzrL74VyU95-ij9PmIDvhIwdqoRnHF7bKeGbuFEqxQgDmGEud6-Is4Ekipo9SjKiJntuOQdY/s1600-h/P1090267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivucytZ3UhqI5Sf1YDOaXNGWiWZGpzYBdqL4dXo8SUbz4ne0-M0zhfS20fsrG5f2VZbxtxzrL74VyU95-ij9PmIDvhIwdqoRnHF7bKeGbuFEqxQgDmGEud6-Is4Ekipo9SjKiJntuOQdY/s400/P1090267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953338520515186" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Today is a very, very sad day. Tomorrow we start the time when mom gets up early and kicks us out of our softies on the bed. She will make us go outside in the cold and damp grass while she showers and dresses in fancy clothes that she says we can't shed on. Then she leaves us. Everyday. For a long time.<br /><br />Mom is not happy either. She says that summer vacation is over. We don't know what a vacation is but when mom is with us all day, we sure have fun. Here are lots of pictures of us, having fun for weeks and weeks and weeks. Mom says this is what summer vacations are for. Fun. We say they are for the dogs. We likes them the best.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqxNWNsDUOK7SbDXF626VJKFHFuSlDK1DYdbS5XhIEviI8Z9XPt2BqjPxEtlyZJ0AAEaygOU8cyyqRRPdIqdhdloYm5V70btlcoRdIXql1TzC9pqotRMUH0d32oIJJu4yd6Z_L7uM60BM/s1600-h/P1100210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqxNWNsDUOK7SbDXF626VJKFHFuSlDK1DYdbS5XhIEviI8Z9XPt2BqjPxEtlyZJ0AAEaygOU8cyyqRRPdIqdhdloYm5V70btlcoRdIXql1TzC9pqotRMUH0d32oIJJu4yd6Z_L7uM60BM/s400/P1100210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953332344623298" border="0" /></a><br />Here I, Stella, am doing walkies in my easy leader. See how it matches my special colors.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDF7unCtpihK3U_yFX3d-aqa3fns2P8siBv9HfWMblaFIJqauBXsSRxrIMg95-bvix2sU3Lrxz4HfeO14vxfjuBcl-M-elGx-J2e1B0b4NLI9i8pnKs_mETzMuP-_DgZ7irwbqkhv_9YQ/s1600-h/P1080922.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDF7unCtpihK3U_yFX3d-aqa3fns2P8siBv9HfWMblaFIJqauBXsSRxrIMg95-bvix2sU3Lrxz4HfeO14vxfjuBcl-M-elGx-J2e1B0b4NLI9i8pnKs_mETzMuP-_DgZ7irwbqkhv_9YQ/s400/P1080922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953324368400178" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes mom hitches us together and we go for walkies.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sps5Dhc5cBI/AAAAAAAAKQY/xWx6E3jyaB8/s1600-h/P1110656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sps5Dhc5cBI/AAAAAAAAKQY/xWx6E3jyaB8/s400/P1110656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375953312878784530" border="0" /></a><br />Ha ha, here I Lena gots to go camping with mom without Stella. It would have been<br />perfect but somehow that stupid Red Horse got to come along and I had to stay at the<br />tent when mom and Red Horse got to ride on lots and lots of trails.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsbnllgOcFFxwbSsGX1Wx3AeBWIv-lc8t0-ud7mHrZX48ZKPOvxfavdKUVqY19W0pdksDDT2p59S6PwM4pre4yqQzRv9r87AbQtBKpTfUmtlgkioMAgK6eIo8aS3ErYy-m0-lXVnZx3BI/s1600-h/P1130361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsbnllgOcFFxwbSsGX1Wx3AeBWIv-lc8t0-ud7mHrZX48ZKPOvxfavdKUVqY19W0pdksDDT2p59S6PwM4pre4yqQzRv9r87AbQtBKpTfUmtlgkioMAgK6eIo8aS3ErYy-m0-lXVnZx3BI/s400/P1130361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947903741612050" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Oh ha ha ha. And here's I Stella playing the game called "pay backs" on Lena.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4mNuoLMteU2gKI5dNyEUzymY91OXxDuf-cClz9o1Ei8JTv6bUynUrV1q7CXPGoyQDSreZAix9G99Rw3ALGnMHWqeMMf7UctDI1NNUss2ouEJXfKQCjQtxFgtVngov7LFMExltym3c_g/s1600-h/P1130098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4mNuoLMteU2gKI5dNyEUzymY91OXxDuf-cClz9o1Ei8JTv6bUynUrV1q7CXPGoyQDSreZAix9G99Rw3ALGnMHWqeMMf7UctDI1NNUss2ouEJXfKQCjQtxFgtVngov7LFMExltym3c_g/s400/P1130098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947893252241474" border="0" /></a><br />We like to steal the horses' water cuz they always steals mom's attention from us.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihBDNVvM2_CiSSX_DjGFtP4vPhhYH84LTSeBfgh2yBXdlTt8mc00vrCAE4Z9Gzx4PVP9Y1Rs_VxH345gKF4zHdOsHNYzB8z0uVFFVBovxUvE2f-6ToGrNKr5VPPrpWNDfJ8Z3JYhubUjE/s1600-h/P1130115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihBDNVvM2_CiSSX_DjGFtP4vPhhYH84LTSeBfgh2yBXdlTt8mc00vrCAE4Z9Gzx4PVP9Y1Rs_VxH345gKF4zHdOsHNYzB8z0uVFFVBovxUvE2f-6ToGrNKr5VPPrpWNDfJ8Z3JYhubUjE/s400/P1130115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947886737921554" border="0" /></a><br />But horses do one good thing - they make the very best stinkies<br />to roll in, lots and lots of stinkies.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWQ8zlXLOtWh5q3LIYrDMso3SkoXI3Ifi4zOhASq6WRCE1rDY85sOLVH9lnXYSQ4gYsiOvFF7x4Xw2X28oQPtdd0a37cFI7xG_E6EWpC9eKlLhvvYgYyJhtr1m6ri6IS_gC1emvWMVZg/s1600-h/P1130090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWQ8zlXLOtWh5q3LIYrDMso3SkoXI3Ifi4zOhASq6WRCE1rDY85sOLVH9lnXYSQ4gYsiOvFF7x4Xw2X28oQPtdd0a37cFI7xG_E6EWpC9eKlLhvvYgYyJhtr1m6ri6IS_gC1emvWMVZg/s400/P1130090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947877983109970" border="0" /></a><br />We love to run chases.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhDiIDSuPMRqYwUDJ9QUE87E7PNxGLaiamBGAyMUr6g1_cEWz4IGGgA-mO7SysmlULK5qdhhj5iazMnUaOenhCjX-TtyjjBSvaNaDYpxBm3csXREnQ0fdCAP2Vvm_FSWMPT4xwi7u7LA/s1600-h/P1130047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhDiIDSuPMRqYwUDJ9QUE87E7PNxGLaiamBGAyMUr6g1_cEWz4IGGgA-mO7SysmlULK5qdhhj5iazMnUaOenhCjX-TtyjjBSvaNaDYpxBm3csXREnQ0fdCAP2Vvm_FSWMPT4xwi7u7LA/s400/P1130047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947866897646322" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Really loves it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/SpsxbFx_LxI/AAAAAAAAKPo/RI5D9k6J7rc/s1600-h/P1130046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/SpsxbFx_LxI/AAAAAAAAKPo/RI5D9k6J7rc/s400/P1130046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375944921674886930" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Zoomies are even better than walkies.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqtqiWeG5tKV8EYQvtIj3Aa9WXmmFFkCc0fN8EUAuHuDrRBR0NHf6oQsrNFrVWqe994snTMlA4bD629bFT1wHSKZ0XVzBD70LkvMipNyzy9wUm7JcIPHSPtfcVuMYRvlwpxrrRVwbgbxI/s1600-h/P1120287.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqtqiWeG5tKV8EYQvtIj3Aa9WXmmFFkCc0fN8EUAuHuDrRBR0NHf6oQsrNFrVWqe994snTMlA4bD629bFT1wHSKZ0XVzBD70LkvMipNyzy9wUm7JcIPHSPtfcVuMYRvlwpxrrRVwbgbxI/s400/P1120287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375944914374981826" border="0" /></a><br />I Lena am a versatile dog and do many jobs. Here I am watching the ocean.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ITsJiANE1rE-EFgl1gjN8831X8JbPd5U8RhWU3xaKrzPrjhEjbqQbZqNc90aWKSJN2dVTgknmTzoxn7G4qaKqX4P41GMVLvLRwh8g8GXiS00jaJtB061NPVGG4AHb6dsRvdE2jkCJ9g/s1600-h/P1120400.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ITsJiANE1rE-EFgl1gjN8831X8JbPd5U8RhWU3xaKrzPrjhEjbqQbZqNc90aWKSJN2dVTgknmTzoxn7G4qaKqX4P41GMVLvLRwh8g8GXiS00jaJtB061NPVGG4AHb6dsRvdE2jkCJ9g/s400/P1120400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375944907011169010" border="0" /></a><br />Here is the water trying to trick me by tasting of too much salt.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxPB6inVgjj5jnSnj6cvV319vwTBJO8efi6IPspxwmJr1LaIrZkHSPjI2vJNBFd1GgreCrFyGWlp_EeC0lxZ1nz8TF54UpEM7JxGn_OZrjAvnRlJFrxLthk-g1BH1qlVASD8-64dYUQc/s1600-h/P1120272.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxPB6inVgjj5jnSnj6cvV319vwTBJO8efi6IPspxwmJr1LaIrZkHSPjI2vJNBFd1GgreCrFyGWlp_EeC0lxZ1nz8TF54UpEM7JxGn_OZrjAvnRlJFrxLthk-g1BH1qlVASD8-64dYUQc/s400/P1120272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375944893051936466" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />I didn't like that so I am pawing the tricksy water.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKzebThhDv3qTe4HSD_sn_lIrCtJePX3Spfcf85F1fq-C-8wEFcxSrgTwQpqBtcyhvrIZ8lErYhoKMQq4I2slNnh2JSqNETkqmDHOxHf9hRhA4utmiXZW-s0Jlfn9PToAYTQUiy8GygY/s1600-h/P1130027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKzebThhDv3qTe4HSD_sn_lIrCtJePX3Spfcf85F1fq-C-8wEFcxSrgTwQpqBtcyhvrIZ8lErYhoKMQq4I2slNnh2JSqNETkqmDHOxHf9hRhA4utmiXZW-s0Jlfn9PToAYTQUiy8GygY/s400/P1130027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375944883871641074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Heh, heh, and here I am again teaching Stella the not-so-scary pit bull who is the alpha dog . . . er, hope mom isn't watching cuz she will say SHE is the alpha dog.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sps9-wJcpGI/AAAAAAAAKRA/A3WG6jtg3OY/s1600-h/P1080060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sps9-wJcpGI/AAAAAAAAKRA/A3WG6jtg3OY/s400/P1080060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375958728482530402" border="0" /></a><br />This is my "aren't I a good, cute dog" face I saves just for mom. I am waiting for her to say "OK" so I can runs across the street into the place where Red Horse lives. I am happy becuz I am going to get to roll in my bestest most favorite smells, horse stinkies. Did I tell you I don't just roll in them? Horse stinkies are yummy to crunch on.<br /><br />We know there haven't been too many blog stories about us lately, but we want everyone to know it is cuz of all our fun. At least we have lots of fun times to dream about while we wait for mom to come home from work. We have to go through the wet times and the cold times and the windy times before next summer fun times returns for us.<br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-26118003237002967702009-08-12T11:56:00.001-07:002009-08-12T12:00:12.516-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Wiggles<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ZLvbJsJDRc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ZLvbJsJDRc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-78057241397362393792009-08-11T20:41:00.000-07:002018-12-13T12:52:31.165-08:00ReturningEnough is enough! Look around, this is a perfectly good blog, right? And when was the last post? June. JUNE! We have to take the problem in paw and save our blog. Forget the mother who neglects our special site. Going to the Dogs is being taken over by the dogs - us, Lena and Stella.<br /><br />So what has happened since that last pathetic post featuring me in the slammer? Well, mom bailed me out but none too fast was she. Let me sit an extra day, something about not being able to make it cuz she was gone doing something with that stupid red horse of hers. Grrrrrr.<br /><br />But I was so, so, so, so, so, so, happy to see her and get out of there back to my own home and my own specials.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-62762083633636823482009-07-13T20:37:00.000-07:002018-12-13T12:52:30.828-08:00Our Story Thus Far . . .. . . Ah Lena. Lena! Here is catching up in just a few sentences. Horse Camp was wonderful and Lena was a very good dog. A couple of weeks later, she deeply buried her good dog status when she jumped the fence and RAN AWAY! <div><br /></div><div>Lena never leaves me. Never. Her place in life is about six inches behind me. If I leave her at home, I need to be sure she is inside. And that the door is tightly shut and locked. Why? Cuz if she is outside she flies over the fence and goes, goes, goes, until someone stops her. Usually someone will call cuz I have my phone number around her neck. They will say what a cute, sweet dog she is. I will thank them and go retrieve my determined run-a-way girl. Not this last time. She ended up in the Humboldt County Animal Shelter. I was just so relieved to know she was safe. She was SO happy to see me when I went to pay her bail and reclaim her.</div><div><br /></div><div>What has she been up to since her homecoming. Doing what she loves most . . . herding her mom and finding the best of the stinkiest to roll in.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-2235707215672936932009-06-28T23:13:00.000-07:002009-06-28T23:21:13.696-07:00Lena: Oh Oh!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHExj_qOxsU1m7Mt6CueO7QXKBDH3ZxFuSIIe0VZ8h_IKWhVXflNyZBRd272PFes48UGWhqQ6YKv7pRIzdowbVZPfNqo8xcsKhj7w-wrMvJHNz2wvOgXE_uIjIK61ZsEA1ForJSfTAhtM/s1600-h/Lena+in+Jail.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHExj_qOxsU1m7Mt6CueO7QXKBDH3ZxFuSIIe0VZ8h_IKWhVXflNyZBRd272PFes48UGWhqQ6YKv7pRIzdowbVZPfNqo8xcsKhj7w-wrMvJHNz2wvOgXE_uIjIK61ZsEA1ForJSfTAhtM/s400/Lena+in+Jail.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352630674475029954" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-59119325946995683772009-05-28T20:00:00.001-07:002009-06-10T21:50:22.884-07:00Lena is Going Horse Camping!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8AvOCIfG7mdU-lUuGGqjYO7uXFCvVJcoXisQkT9Kt_GtqiVzrZFhs1YAVZmmiMQgT44WY1BOhYDAgPzYrrhpUjsL4FRmI3MnMO9RN4-kLi2bxS1apB69xjfK72oxYYQ3kJ0j3sEARrTY/s1600-h/P1000512.JPG"></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Be back on Sunday!!!</span></span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGOKtVN0rT3kgQq58Ot-fChx8e27R_Fd-m4sTMhNQA9N7NDJ0LI7QhzX6rKDnptRX68NqqIWJesUtTJcGal_yiHw2nBDyirHXwcz2xK0LggCOvdzJxS224lWndLB3_xsR4Wt2Iun2VM9c/s1600-h/P1060324.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGOKtVN0rT3kgQq58Ot-fChx8e27R_Fd-m4sTMhNQA9N7NDJ0LI7QhzX6rKDnptRX68NqqIWJesUtTJcGal_yiHw2nBDyirHXwcz2xK0LggCOvdzJxS224lWndLB3_xsR4Wt2Iun2VM9c/s400/P1060324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341076300757591026" /></a><br />Lena doesn't know it yet, but she is going horse camping for the weekend at Cuneo Creek Trail Camp. She is so comfortable and sensible around horses, I think she'll have a blast even though she can't go out on the trail. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sh9Sd4NVzCI/AAAAAAAAHMo/_asOxwvPP6I/s400/P1000496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341078356342721570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Stella will stress too much around so many horses so she will get to hang with my son's dogs Ben and Willow. She'll have her own fun weekend playing with her extended family.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8AvOCIfG7mdU-lUuGGqjYO7uXFCvVJcoXisQkT9Kt_GtqiVzrZFhs1YAVZmmiMQgT44WY1BOhYDAgPzYrrhpUjsL4FRmI3MnMO9RN4-kLi2bxS1apB69xjfK72oxYYQ3kJ0j3sEARrTY/s400/P1000512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341079634276962722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-79532976322665759262009-05-25T09:19:00.000-07:002009-05-25T09:44:30.896-07:00Remember the Animals who Served<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVOuCBFGc6aDuuOvfq2ZB5KcIXkRABrMpXv2JSAYtHCFRNfcap3z6f0E-Ge4BvPEND0Gr6NYH0Wzuakaxa61E-dNw9bfQLO7kM0GQX2NyNUGeYxQrfz6D6xQNHpc5-wte4pm_j-Ope1c/s1600-h/470_13163.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVOuCBFGc6aDuuOvfq2ZB5KcIXkRABrMpXv2JSAYtHCFRNfcap3z6f0E-Ge4BvPEND0Gr6NYH0Wzuakaxa61E-dNw9bfQLO7kM0GQX2NyNUGeYxQrfz6D6xQNHpc5-wte4pm_j-Ope1c/s400/470_13163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339797089029733058" /></a><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 19px; font-size:12px;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Today please remember the many animals who gave their lives,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> conscripted to serve humans in war:</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Statistics of the heavy, heavy toll of war born by those </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">who had no choice (<a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/4037873.stm">stats from </a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/4037873.stm">BBC article, 11/24/2004</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> ).</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><div class="bull" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/bullet_rb.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Horses - Eight million killed in WWI alone, carrying men, arms and supplies into battle</span></span></span></div><div class="bull" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/bullet_rb.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Pigeons - 200,000 used as messengers in WWII. Of 17,000 parachuted into enemy territory, fewer than one in eight returned.</span></span></span></div><div class="bull" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/bullet_rb.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Dogs - used to hunt mines and search for the wounded. Still routinely used today</span></span></span></div><div class="bull" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/bullet_rb.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Mules - used as transport in the Burmese jungle, with their vocal chords slashed to keep them quiet</span></span></span></div><div class="bull" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/bullet_rb.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Camels, oxen and elephants - used for similar purposes elsewhere</span></span></span></div><div class="bull" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/bullet_rb.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Dolphins and sea lions - used today to find underwater mines and protect ships</span></span></span></div><div class="bull" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/v3/bullet_rb.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Glow worms - used in WWI as an aid for map reading</span></span></span></div></span></div></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-69223865631340080782009-05-12T23:08:00.000-07:002009-05-12T23:13:36.129-07:00Lena Giving Me the Post-bath, Still Not Forgiven Look<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNGYOnzjyU6pitanK1YCt1gxv5zD_wd3D-OpR7lVMJDtPqfmU1YeTUyWrnRzlGJe-HAHBd9Xgh17t1MBOaVXG7JL17pdIuWM61GrHXGr_5CuCLt29VbLMANryuajUp0I-Ydu7KR_bPeVA/s1600-h/Lena+B-W.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNGYOnzjyU6pitanK1YCt1gxv5zD_wd3D-OpR7lVMJDtPqfmU1YeTUyWrnRzlGJe-HAHBd9Xgh17t1MBOaVXG7JL17pdIuWM61GrHXGr_5CuCLt29VbLMANryuajUp0I-Ydu7KR_bPeVA/s400/Lena+B-W.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335187182578974386" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-52119315346810248202009-05-04T22:05:00.000-07:002018-12-13T12:52:30.489-08:00Lena's Revenge, Part II. . . one good roll, not enough. How to replace the lovely stench washed away by the evil bath Lena and Stella were forced to endure by their heartless mom? Lena will find a way.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-29935376041214185192009-04-19T10:28:00.000-07:002009-04-20T01:01:40.028-07:00Lena's Revenge!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sevh1Cutq-I/AAAAAAAAGgQ/N8QzZ1hUtyk/s1600-h/P1050404.JPG"></a><br /><div>One of our local feed stores, "<a href="http://www.thefarmstore.net/">The Farm Store</a>" sponsors many fun events supporting local animal rescues. Yesterday Stella, Lena and I went to their "Save a Life" Rescue Fair and had a fun and horrific (from their perspective) time. Attendence was awesome and there were SO MANY dogs. One very popular booth was the BATH Booth, a fundraiser for <a href="http://redwoodrescue.org/programs.html">Heart of the Redwoods Horse Rescue</a>. Baths! Lena and Stella both needed baths and so, much to their dismay, we made donations for two. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCg6nOEVfR8EjoK1eSmOac5mK7fL4GPjwdUSjCLPEbYlbj6XZ1kepxiSpclpaPsUMNKS9ymRQq9MikVq_OMrwpeEJGZHrfJP7l2xWIW89sdLLOoPEnKCbTj2k6BiW2TMof40g_3SLfu3k/s1600-h/P1050258.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCg6nOEVfR8EjoK1eSmOac5mK7fL4GPjwdUSjCLPEbYlbj6XZ1kepxiSpclpaPsUMNKS9ymRQq9MikVq_OMrwpeEJGZHrfJP7l2xWIW89sdLLOoPEnKCbTj2k6BiW2TMof40g_3SLfu3k/s400/P1050258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326457336795570194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS19lf6UJSRibxQOrcVYhuu_p0697MUprEz5T56RbenEuJfQNSZZjAcHHwtNxPed6HUEZmPzPwaHW0Xd5k6a-xtXkqbVW8C-BAYxvrzZCNi8gpVAmoLvkOXWdjqDfKARUeBKnQ0rLLng0/s1600-h/P1050262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS19lf6UJSRibxQOrcVYhuu_p0697MUprEz5T56RbenEuJfQNSZZjAcHHwtNxPed6HUEZmPzPwaHW0Xd5k6a-xtXkqbVW8C-BAYxvrzZCNi8gpVAmoLvkOXWdjqDfKARUeBKnQ0rLLng0/s400/P1050262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326458432836376274" /></a><div><br /></div><div>When happy, <a href="http://goingforthedogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/lena.html">Lena's face </a>radiates her pleasure. When peeved beyond belief, Lena's face shows her determined . . . lust for revenge!!! Hear her thoughts, "Mom will pay dearly for this!"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJiCsz4rTyDVZcmMtLR-c3mkUV-xmtRK7pC4qzI5gHeM0n26Bv7EqhT8iU2-g0I4kwoQTFepJ_vXA59qljHKOXwMtP5E_mrYefzJJxVY-mFmdR1xOTRjx8fEMFa8WTixAKNfFoTDJqMg/s400/P1050264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326589845802265090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>That was yesterday. It did not take long for Lena and Stella to get their chance to pay mom back and remove all traces of the nasty bath. Today in the general pasture Lena found exactly what she needed to enact her revenge. She found this . . . </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sevbr8Y__sI/AAAAAAAAGf4/Uf26zqcevro/s400/P1050405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326592532287585986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>And then she and Stella did this . . . </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFtx8IKM2t1VwCoEStzU5n-0Qw8X7UMB8OePnze6aYDinTBuRAGWBhbvXPRxc4Lp4fJAVoYDTWjpnzMIuN_oQ_db-hGi910i1sDtYAu6L0m5km-0MxPmIXU5FMWw85SDodIBuIhsAeC0k/s400/P1050401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326597992908077570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>And this . . . </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/SevhM9jO2TI/AAAAAAAAGgI/CWNu-EscgK0/s400/P1050403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326598597092759858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>Happy dogs!! All is once again right with their world. They've got the good stuff back where it belongs, all over their bodies. Hmmmm.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sevh1Cutq-I/AAAAAAAAGgQ/N8QzZ1hUtyk/s400/P1050404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326599285677861858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I know two dogs who have a sorry surprise coming tonight at bedtime when they find their stinky selves aren't welcome in their usual spot at the foot of my bed.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-64682157166821760262009-04-15T23:34:00.000-07:002009-04-15T23:48:36.702-07:00Dogs On Thursday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin4kn4iODXvagG-UvPicBrioD9MBvnaG7kHbTD7iH9NX3rvOsGNltohTXjDtl-RtnFBanyUo5sx5V41LTxSczLBIWJetSZYBYqr8a78Lwa25pwHI8GGV088SCC9rlytz43NpJ0D5f6yQE/s1600-h/Lena+Path+1.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A love of the trail, any trail.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNiKY-h4CVLGSulKi8huYC-gzkUAypALOxe7-3E0xZznvLUUf94scBgfKlttx7usgvYDMX9txwpm_X_xWQHyUfEy0WxbYIH1JEaClHKXJpY6WIrKQAvZ5oAwU-hj5dVFVtNO179p-uII/s1600-h/P1040619.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNiKY-h4CVLGSulKi8huYC-gzkUAypALOxe7-3E0xZznvLUUf94scBgfKlttx7usgvYDMX9txwpm_X_xWQHyUfEy0WxbYIH1JEaClHKXJpY6WIrKQAvZ5oAwU-hj5dVFVtNO179p-uII/s400/P1040619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325176109538151346" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Any time, any place - Lena is always ready for the trail. Wind, rain, mud, snow, ice, nothing fazes her. She thinks the finest word in the human vocabulary is "Go." Even better than "Cookie." </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin4kn4iODXvagG-UvPicBrioD9MBvnaG7kHbTD7iH9NX3rvOsGNltohTXjDtl-RtnFBanyUo5sx5V41LTxSczLBIWJetSZYBYqr8a78Lwa25pwHI8GGV088SCC9rlytz43NpJ0D5f6yQE/s400/Lena+Path+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325176676067853106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Visit <a href="http://dogsonthursday.blogspot.com/">Dogs on Thursday</a> and meet more fun-loving dogs (like there was another kind?). Wish them happy 100th memeday while you are there.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-72963244390046366372009-04-15T12:32:00.001-07:002009-04-15T12:38:24.696-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Go?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHr5Y9OJmk_fdX1GfAdqUQNXPA5z0Z1QyuajzQeU8DuA6dTPJ8rHEqI3r1m9kwqO3GlcZmrS43fy-TAltUvQu7qo_m8d77ir-PPlLO-sY8ch-KQ7f-2PfGxC5dE3NuaHmG_GDKi98EY8/s1600-h/P1040752.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHr5Y9OJmk_fdX1GfAdqUQNXPA5z0Z1QyuajzQeU8DuA6dTPJ8rHEqI3r1m9kwqO3GlcZmrS43fy-TAltUvQu7qo_m8d77ir-PPlLO-sY8ch-KQ7f-2PfGxC5dE3NuaHmG_GDKi98EY8/s400/P1040752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325004064869578690" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-3627805324095653482009-04-13T08:02:00.000-07:002009-04-13T09:08:27.125-07:00Softies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcqHRpz4bxK1v4pe9gIv_uWUNethReCsT5DLPWehSrojYn5LRdaFYofI_JRVQWyBYX1fnFFvztW0T8GDfXNS1jkKJaXDqehU_XVJ00ch4TtxhMao7hxdHZnoYK9e2hWvrj8FAEzpDFgY/s1600-h/arkansas1j+pit+bull+hell"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SKdWJXV6N8c_hikFUagMRYxcXVyXOMsgY19Yr6HruGb1y4s-qyBQu0G0l-iedfT2a9AVGQSEPI0zcb2RHZGxc6MQxiV5vU1bCgAQ-gBk4UBak26I6FDBb2L_eGRjGzIebQHpPyoBYXU/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SKdWJXV6N8c_hikFUagMRYxcXVyXOMsgY19Yr6HruGb1y4s-qyBQu0G0l-iedfT2a9AVGQSEPI0zcb2RHZGxc6MQxiV5vU1bCgAQ-gBk4UBak26I6FDBb2L_eGRjGzIebQHpPyoBYXU/s400/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324193513335173474" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Stella loves her softies. She absolutely detests the hard ground. Where does she sleep? Where any pittie is happiest sleeping, on the bed. If we visit friends in the evening, come 9:00 she begins her campaign to get me to leave so she can go to bed. First, a nose bump. Then a trip to the door with a suggestive glance my way. Next, the whining begins - quiet at first, gathering volume when I ignore it. When shushed, she lays at my feet, her relentless stare blasting me with pit bull mind control "home, home, home, home, home."<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Having lived with Stella for four years now, she has educated me regarding the delicate preferences of her breed. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqFB5pA3H2Hr5oVBnQQHMN6qg1c5YYlOZtU0kxxw5AMKRcpvq0qWBMpeIDkIPqRFl_OBWaIYF3Up0gmbhaffCLQL2-WrxHFF-Fcs7jCH5G8gMA1-Voem86qlfgWfK89lpoM9S2ZvH364/s400/PICT0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324202298553423538" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div>Macho? Oh please. She hates to get her feet wet, prefers the warm inside to the cold outside, and the comfort of my truck seat to the wilds of the general pasture. And she ALWAYS wants to cushion her naps with the softest surface available. Dog beds? Acceptable. The bed? Preferable. Is this trait something unique to my dog? Not even. Here is Ben, my son's dog. Favorite place? The sofa. Next favorite? The bed. Read pittie blogs - the softie theme is common.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcqHRpz4bxK1v4pe9gIv_uWUNethReCsT5DLPWehSrojYn5LRdaFYofI_JRVQWyBYX1fnFFvztW0T8GDfXNS1jkKJaXDqehU_XVJ00ch4TtxhMao7hxdHZnoYK9e2hWvrj8FAEzpDFgY/s400/arkansas1j+pit+bull+hell" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324202773592990338" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div>Knowing this passion and longing for comfort, cozies, and softies, my heart breaks when I see the living conditions endured by pit bulls who live in the despair of fight kennels. Chained, isolated, and forced to live on cold ground or concrete. No comfort. No softies. Even worse, no contact, no kind touch. Pit Bull hell. Yet from these horrific conditions - cruel for any living creature, agony for these comfort loving dogs, have come amazing survivors whose capacity to love and enjoy love somehow remained intact. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Learn more about the "second lives" of 10 dogs who survived the</span><a href="http://www.boston.com/news/nation/articles/2008/01/26/an_unlikely_rescue_for_pit_bulls/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Michael Vick abuse</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> at his infamous </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bad Newz Kennels</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Visit</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><a href="http://vickdogsblog.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Vick Dog Blog.</span></a></span></span><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-68712818744039923842009-04-08T06:26:00.001-07:002009-04-08T06:27:43.827-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Our Friends<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEKm0356EnHG1McJMptTy8m6lxG9OJi1EpFwbGCm_EeRiVELRSi1DzMrS8ygrNmPqgH6EY8ivxKjBNtIkqU09_4Hsh1_yrlWTlwrgLGiGWwla2g2arL-LXchFGGYPgYapzUvvQce97HE/s1600-h/P1040735.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEKm0356EnHG1McJMptTy8m6lxG9OJi1EpFwbGCm_EeRiVELRSi1DzMrS8ygrNmPqgH6EY8ivxKjBNtIkqU09_4Hsh1_yrlWTlwrgLGiGWwla2g2arL-LXchFGGYPgYapzUvvQce97HE/s400/P1040735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322311674684903874" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-27548234972220428952009-04-06T07:11:00.000-07:002009-04-06T07:30:56.858-07:00Beach Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTQiOuD0ITMmnEumcb8HH5Jfg_35yq3-b5CCGFQjPGrp5odeJMUG3KijQBAiqLtMFpCl7E75pbfvT2Vxl8hYi8F-2cdpzd391WPLKzY5tLVITI9IyBpq4xstoW1SuysV7-7wpTrnglrU/s1600-h/P1040694.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXorFgcScQapAjNIiZffgWV7AVAVdGwgN3LN24ypPEVejSKF9FUnozzPsf8F33sjh3ii3nKu9IkjJDnxq0tz__EKyywtta4qS4yTIsU6o5S-ueHkpvUD0qYn9j_oxvzifaUB_d2ziSWk/s1600-h/P1040645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXorFgcScQapAjNIiZffgWV7AVAVdGwgN3LN24ypPEVejSKF9FUnozzPsf8F33sjh3ii3nKu9IkjJDnxq0tz__EKyywtta4qS4yTIsU6o5S-ueHkpvUD0qYn9j_oxvzifaUB_d2ziSWk/s400/P1040645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584644253281058" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Sun, Friends, Stinky Piles to Role In, Waves, Chase = World Class Walkies</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMW2hmBwd2wwdlqcrJsrLEal5BUJygI_hifB1lvxXkcbtd_3u4tsnCoHh7JJeeCuhDBFKlWii85ZIZXJtVnlWNN__BKlzHOZs7nXJIqGBgGuLl6P1ccP60jYxXStUZDR1OK8VmtS-TTIE/s400/P1040637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585174013232098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTQiOuD0ITMmnEumcb8HH5Jfg_35yq3-b5CCGFQjPGrp5odeJMUG3KijQBAiqLtMFpCl7E75pbfvT2Vxl8hYi8F-2cdpzd391WPLKzY5tLVITI9IyBpq4xstoW1SuysV7-7wpTrnglrU/s400/P1040694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585647204415202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-70423789325456440662009-03-29T11:09:00.000-07:002009-03-29T11:46:54.352-07:00The Price of Doggie Delight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6qlhxnXnlXQadtaPbvlssDnCvzQuwX7oAeqjwe8zwASbWsVxsNOxz29qOArCEU0QrCmwCB8bDmQeQ6XsuLgrEr_3d3NLqt8WdMgbSJElLtqYwBhy1z7yu3X_FL4BUWPiqaBK8cdOyto/s1600-h/P1040310.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sc-9WP6mMYI/AAAAAAAAFig/TMarfzeVHy4/s1600-h/P1040297.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sc-9WP6mMYI/AAAAAAAAFig/TMarfzeVHy4/s400/P1040297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318677874874921346" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Another heavenly dog day in the general pasture. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqpPliAbjyVi6NuOd7kZHAZ-Ar6z04wp3viPRdSf4pjNDLUM89DYIoWFSs4E1wGWdMw7LYrdY8_rt265ntRSA2U41bFxy2956oy026yDB3VcqbJym1jHQKCQLZsBIliU2rCqr0XPf0Dc/s1600-h/P1040286.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqpPliAbjyVi6NuOd7kZHAZ-Ar6z04wp3viPRdSf4pjNDLUM89DYIoWFSs4E1wGWdMw7LYrdY8_rt265ntRSA2U41bFxy2956oy026yDB3VcqbJym1jHQKCQLZsBIliU2rCqr0XPf0Dc/s400/P1040286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318677271572858242" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stella gets to have a grand, full scale romp, complete with rolling in and</div><div style="text-align: center;"> eating nasties and smelling traces of the wild night life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXEV0ill6ws&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXEV0ill6ws&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Only one flaw to Stella's delightful day. The GP is full of those dang horses. What a price to pay! Ah, at the end she is surrounded by giant, non-dog friendly equines. Fifteen. And mean Elsie, the horse who started all of Stella's equine concerns, is watching.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/Sc-9yxEosDI/AAAAAAAAFio/Xdk34bl_xPo/s400/P1040294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318678364811735090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div> And Stella shivers and shakes and keeps her distance. I hope she finds the lingering aroma of the very same equines' droppings reward enough for having to contend with the full herd.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6qlhxnXnlXQadtaPbvlssDnCvzQuwX7oAeqjwe8zwASbWsVxsNOxz29qOArCEU0QrCmwCB8bDmQeQ6XsuLgrEr_3d3NLqt8WdMgbSJElLtqYwBhy1z7yu3X_FL4BUWPiqaBK8cdOyto/s1600-h/P1040310.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6qlhxnXnlXQadtaPbvlssDnCvzQuwX7oAeqjwe8zwASbWsVxsNOxz29qOArCEU0QrCmwCB8bDmQeQ6XsuLgrEr_3d3NLqt8WdMgbSJElLtqYwBhy1z7yu3X_FL4BUWPiqaBK8cdOyto/s400/P1040310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318679003472926706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-5063657301602191132009-03-11T11:42:00.000-07:002009-03-11T12:00:09.739-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Let's Go Lena!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGiKoAtkMfLcsV_ev2cpIyYAVhbUcCCqmfHvmNkqt9-fOEZ08XQD2SCeuec6i6mNYlbIqi12AjZ5gIsI6E4-9wb17i9BNiRUC2hAeoxaIVvngdPenKC9AabpPNJmwIaq8pLkjSSfTh4g/s1600-h/P1030273.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="text-align: center; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/SbgGq9RulHI/AAAAAAAAFWM/lUQB3q7pkh4/s1600-h/P1030272.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/SbgGq9RulHI/AAAAAAAAFWM/lUQB3q7pkh4/s400/P1030272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312003095556691058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGiKoAtkMfLcsV_ev2cpIyYAVhbUcCCqmfHvmNkqt9-fOEZ08XQD2SCeuec6i6mNYlbIqi12AjZ5gIsI6E4-9wb17i9BNiRUC2hAeoxaIVvngdPenKC9AabpPNJmwIaq8pLkjSSfTh4g/s1600-h/P1030273.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGiKoAtkMfLcsV_ev2cpIyYAVhbUcCCqmfHvmNkqt9-fOEZ08XQD2SCeuec6i6mNYlbIqi12AjZ5gIsI6E4-9wb17i9BNiRUC2hAeoxaIVvngdPenKC9AabpPNJmwIaq8pLkjSSfTh4g/s400/P1030273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312005120502668098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhwp9hYk4qLdi9kik0ReNXxQS-JJakUVmjNkhTtgzKutLbfxvWBt5apiyZ8Ab_BOIQBnV3qb2i2dhnkn03sKPQQ4VmNfELbuyRPhHbfPoni3O2rIW3bdfdhlxrJ_8hxErok11hvD-USfY/s400/P1030274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312004519937881026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifE15voXCpn7FRXR3_jX_-shrZkvvMhczYBDbdcPE09RG_8QfAiWA5-Giact2Ly74awjRG8QM3e7Kfe60z8sgCLO29I5ltrIy2n8zb1QjRkWKVcrXlbuLPqWiMBEMspoyy2HQvrt7rgUM/s1600-h/P1030275.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifE15voXCpn7FRXR3_jX_-shrZkvvMhczYBDbdcPE09RG_8QfAiWA5-Giact2Ly74awjRG8QM3e7Kfe60z8sgCLO29I5ltrIy2n8zb1QjRkWKVcrXlbuLPqWiMBEMspoyy2HQvrt7rgUM/s400/P1030275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312003829331178834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-10180263578210778502009-03-01T18:03:00.000-08:002009-03-01T22:14:40.520-08:00What's Better Than Zoomies? WATER ZOOMIES!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgy2D1g7C3CEPsGF4m9_npr_0Ts9PPK7vre2q0CFUcnBJ8NDK_ZizXDF7g0yHJQFtne3teD86ykukFggp5F0XsD7NaQmKq5rh7lRag4xdsgtln8juj_9bnI2SYn3wPTNkhd_U5_ztIZw/s1600-h/Water+Zoomies.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_1Xw6UX3dQjBKk8rJM1N_pPRwnwYA0Q-p-_4GVDHU0XfU6OPQwJtsFObdnjmeeVbMDKh46RBpqvWwXRnIi6smDS0qfj1hYSn4oa7FI7o25Yf-RgVTZ9Fg2aTiFLbLHInkUo8lHriVu8/s400/P1030442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308466626038331186" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>While Stella has some worries about meeting up with a certain little mean horse in the general pasture, a bit of courage pays off BIG TIME. Stella gets to explore, sniff, pee, roll, eat nasties, and do zoomies all over the pasture. What could be more fun? Well, how about WATER ZOOMIES!<br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFg4kbcnGQcNnTyuxnxRTCOXTPYYkXHnU6epHinbxXtjAulLdkjVJW4aoBZzOOk-4kgjvlJ-jHSdM2MJh5OAWrTkAOaIPfu3ChfZruqK3SayKVIj9SnOBBiEyJHH5VxMeyQXoRnxJeZ4/s400/P1030439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308468517700939826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgy2D1g7C3CEPsGF4m9_npr_0Ts9PPK7vre2q0CFUcnBJ8NDK_ZizXDF7g0yHJQFtne3teD86ykukFggp5F0XsD7NaQmKq5rh7lRag4xdsgtln8juj_9bnI2SYn3wPTNkhd_U5_ztIZw/s400/Water+Zoomies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308469041270437714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJob3oZ9CP4MydKFmX5LxrbMijvBQQER9aphjrxovfwLLMEZPLOJYr5x3xOvP394LIG3hGxVyCibtnAX4wgfD68JQBu9V1NbQI4TMARx73Q9taRkHnq92zJOelX-h5wAJFC5H2c6Qkykc/s400/P1030427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308467514304758322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-12741244007876218422009-02-28T12:07:00.000-08:002009-03-01T22:19:54.903-08:00Saturday!! TIME FOR SOME DOG FUN!Got dog. Got camera. We'll be back soon.<div><br /></div><div>UPDATE: Mom bambozzled us<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>! It turned into a "shop till you drop" day. Blech! See Sunday for the real thing.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-52991547482812007032009-02-25T21:36:00.001-08:002009-02-25T21:47:37.099-08:00Wordless Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">WHAZZAT?</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEeXMkKnk8mnpVS_X52wGB-GUiYGoKv9X2b8WJY05HfFXb_1SZKsbY3BtqYAFoKdq2BcrDdXxDRQSa1wNyG0lGQsJy9wz1Lv2asKBpp8XXE1JV5kA6E5tOoNRIzAkIBK_CwLgCXNkX5M/s1600-h/P1030315.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEeXMkKnk8mnpVS_X52wGB-GUiYGoKv9X2b8WJY05HfFXb_1SZKsbY3BtqYAFoKdq2BcrDdXxDRQSa1wNyG0lGQsJy9wz1Lv2asKBpp8XXE1JV5kA6E5tOoNRIzAkIBK_CwLgCXNkX5M/s400/P1030315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306978035178954802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95-BRDJHPgc/SaYsDPYm2SI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/MlsXRpUeiL0/s1600-h/P1030317.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></a></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789916604832217152.post-71484264843755167382009-02-23T11:18:00.000-08:002009-02-23T12:55:24.080-08:00Protecting Stella<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0z9x7WRga1i9EiLAQdVPLMDOoZaXejRlq80s9zpswel1-Vd67RWhA0iqp0ZtTZbJKldRv6eiOH6vvEHFO8mUDRMNPDJhh930wG-MqdPZHexakVeinK-I3Y5DC5TDOEI060J0salQik0/s1600-h/My+Sweet+Riley.jpg"></a><div><div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_n1Apw4tXARk8oeQufpN_8MpTiEkLJmVklk0rsYkR2rot3ximWPXWg8dInAydbfYPfjDnyGIcTo5OpepZa0Rwj-Sj8uYqA_sp06gkeKvHriloItjcdVH_WXu-eanvWvnMyJQC83hSoQ/s1600-h/P1000031.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_n1Apw4tXARk8oeQufpN_8MpTiEkLJmVklk0rsYkR2rot3ximWPXWg8dInAydbfYPfjDnyGIcTo5OpepZa0Rwj-Sj8uYqA_sp06gkeKvHriloItjcdVH_WXu-eanvWvnMyJQC83hSoQ/s400/P1000031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306076985586525250" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div>In this picture Stella is worried. There are horses about and while both of my horses are kind, Stella has been bullied by some of the horses in the general pasture. Still, she comes with me when I ask her to - she shivers and shakes and quietly keeps far from any horse, yet she comes with me. She is courageous.<br /></div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Tender is this girl. Her favorite pastime is cuddling. Her place is next to me on the bed. She loves her "softies" above all else. Stella has the greatest capacity for pure JOY of any dog I've been blessed to share the trail with. Her heart is endless, as is her desire to share it with all humans who can read the invisible "hug me" sign that rides above her head. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPt-1vmZZxVzgB_QYpydYoaa5gb02T0jG4NjXne5uErNAkAhcjDQoadeiO2UE85jmTO19EwEIRvs1LazS_hrUmqTb8Xl9SACcUymSpCX-6WdZM5GQWb3k7nAcHmMKB_j3EXNiTbHDxgs/s1600-h/DSCN1400.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPt-1vmZZxVzgB_QYpydYoaa5gb02T0jG4NjXne5uErNAkAhcjDQoadeiO2UE85jmTO19EwEIRvs1LazS_hrUmqTb8Xl9SACcUymSpCX-6WdZM5GQWb3k7nAcHmMKB_j3EXNiTbHDxgs/s400/DSCN1400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306079603382780914" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div>She loves to chew, sigh. I try to keep her supplied with abundent chewies. And pull? Wish I had a cart for her or the time to find sled pulling contests. She has never showed agression - unless I'm threatened. Once, along on an isolated beach a man (not a freindly type of guy) approached - Stella showed an assortment of growls and barks I didn't recognize. The man cut us a wide berth. Once a dog came onto our property and approached me. Stella approached the dog who growled at her. She responded. They became physical. Both dogs were uninjured. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5NncyzkMLxJTdHeQNVTm2Az1COH2rlx1wi3klCY9EzD1hAF65rg3myoz2JBDrCBrsXdoxMtcVxEYe82NPxBnpHJtckvBcrLvgGYrhHkVtcH-YPB1flrEffMkCJNMsoWPeWME8QEvItc/s400/P1000008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306076159598052914" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></span></div></div></div><div>Are these pitbull traits? Well, the joyousness and extreme hugability sure seem unique to Stella, of all my dear dogs. The bravery? I've known many brave dogs. The pulling? I hear this is a breed trait. The barking/growliness at the sleasoid man? I've had many dogs stand up for me. The jumping the trespassing dog who showed agression - same thing, other dogs have done the same, worse actually. But I have friends, I meet people all the time so see Stella and don't see the ginormous baby lovebug I know - they see a "pit bull" a "dangerous dog". This grieves me deeply and scares me to my core. </div><div><br /></div><div>And so I am vigilant. Hyper-vigliant. We avoid other dogs when walking. Stella is ALWAYS on a leash when out in public. I don't like to leave her outside in my fenced backyard if I am not home. Actually, I prefer to have her with me always, but this is not possible. I am not worried about Stella waging harm on any part of the world. I am terrified of the world's prejudices regarding pit bulls harming Stella.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My most dangerous dog, ever? Here he is . . . my sweet Riley. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0z9x7WRga1i9EiLAQdVPLMDOoZaXejRlq80s9zpswel1-Vd67RWhA0iqp0ZtTZbJKldRv6eiOH6vvEHFO8mUDRMNPDJhh930wG-MqdPZHexakVeinK-I3Y5DC5TDOEI060J0salQik0/s1600-h/My+Sweet+Riley.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0z9x7WRga1i9EiLAQdVPLMDOoZaXejRlq80s9zpswel1-Vd67RWhA0iqp0ZtTZbJKldRv6eiOH6vvEHFO8mUDRMNPDJhh930wG-MqdPZHexakVeinK-I3Y5DC5TDOEI060J0salQik0/s400/My+Sweet+Riley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306087091010817458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span></div><div>And him a golden retriever and possibly greyhound mix. Not a trace of pit bull. But Riley had to be watched every second the couple of years before his early and heartbreaking death by hit and run driver. Riley would, with great stealth, reach out and snap at passerbys. He once bit (while leashed and with no harm thank goodness) a little girl who passed us on the trail. Before he was killed, he bit three people (gratefully with minimal harm). He was unpredictable in his animosity and, I hate to say, a truely dangerous dog. </div><div><br /></div><div>Regardless of beliefs, facts, preferences, opionions, or prejudices regarding dogs, breeds, and biting, knowing how to prevent bites is an essential responsiblity for all dog owners. Please visit this short and excellent blog entry on <a href="http://dogbitesinformationandstatistics.blogspot.com/2007/11/dog-bite-prevention.html">Dog Bite Prevention</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span></div></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1