tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73396807804668703682023-11-16T08:26:05.863-05:00BOXERDOGBLOG ~ What's cookin' with Chef ?Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-11570165410879775072010-10-02T00:33:00.012-04:002010-10-02T12:52:42.080-04:00Live Strong Day<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>October 2 /10</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">Today is <em>Live Strong Day</em> and like many of you, I'm yellowing up my post in dedication of every person and animal who is waging a brave battle against cancer.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">This is also in memory of those who fought the battle and lost, and to honour the survivors who are blessed and won. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 54px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523317522423907474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQfabH8iCZrUVY5ax7AauuDY2PHOz7dT9apkJeNvbc_iNumGdW9IcHa2r_yjZshPgaJHjt5W64Ep6KMmmeW0Bp17Iemtamu8Uw66dgQaOpMR77q8lJbK-NeTDbT7XK2G5MUHU72SBRO5g/s320/Live+strong+logo.jpg" /><span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">I hope that those who are in the fight find strength in their loved ones and in the simple pleasures of life. I hope they find comfort in the prayers and good wishes that come their way.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">This post is also in appreciation of devoted Oncology caregivers who see to the needs of their patients, and of all the researchers who work tirelessly to find a cure for cancer. And special thanks to those who raise and donate money to fund this research.</span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Papa, this post is especially for you</span>.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Please, friends, visit the official</span> <a href="http://www.livestrong.org/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Live Strong</span></a> <span style="color:#ffff00;">site and support the fight against cancer</span>.</span></div><span style="color:#ffff33;"><br /><br /></span>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-91089588755207043652010-09-18T12:07:00.031-04:002010-10-03T11:18:34.492-04:00Pedigree Food Drive / Papa Update / Photos of me<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>September 18 /10</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">We just had to take some time out to be part of this very important campaign, <a href="http://www.pedigree.com/03Adoption/Adopt-A-Dog/Adopt-Free-Food/default.aspx/"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>The Pedigree Food Drive</strong></span></a><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>.</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518308636343062562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilK3mU0m4tF2jSarw6VmrJ59pbmM2PKbj2e_DeyJWSDLA5vGMZWFG297FON5ov5dnXZOb62BqKsetXqC07xd533KRoZMrC9SqAR5aS-B_WZXeqHAF3EnXhglOYGGWQDEyw1T6JHPRqE03l/s400/pedigree.jpg" /><br /></span><div align="center"></div><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;">We heard about it from our hard-working friends over at </span><a href="http://www.lifewithdogs.tv/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Life With Dogs</span></strong></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">and we hope you'll help spread the word. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Each year, four million dogs end up in shelters and breed rescue organizations in the USA. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">So Pedigree created The PEDIGREE Adoption Drive to help shine a spotlight on the plight of these homeless dogs. All you have to do is click on the Like button on their <a href="http://www.facebook.com/Pedigree?v=app"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Facebook page</span></strong></a> and Pedigree </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">will donate a bowl of food to a shelter. So far they have over a million clicks. So let's help make that two million for all the dogs who are less fortunate than we are and need our help.</span><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Also, for each blog that posts about the PEDIGREE® Food Drive through September 19th, PEDIGREE® will donate a bag of their new Healthy Longevity Food for Dogs to shelters nationwide. It’s simple: </span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Write a post, help a dog.<br /></span></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://www.mypedigree.ca/site/en/adoption/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Pedigree Canada</span></strong></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> is also hosting a food drive. For every view of their </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mypedigree.ca/site/EN/adoption/AdoptionVideos.aspx/"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Adoption Tales</span></strong></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">,</span></strong> Pedigree will <span style="font-family:Verdana;">donate $1 CDN towards helping dogs in participating shelters across Canada – up to a maximum of $50,000 CDN in 2010. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Here's one of their videos:<br /><br /><object style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 253px" width="388" height="253"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr4UwAh15ME?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mr4UwAh15ME?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"></embed></object><br /><br /></span></p></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">So far, $25,804 has been raised. Let's keep it going </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">So if you're like me and you rely on human help to post to your blog, I urge you to give your human no peace until they help you participate in this most important food drive. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">When your write your post, be sure to link back to Life with Dogs like we did above.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#00cccc;"></span></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#00cccc;">n n n</span> </span></p><p></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Papa Update:</strong> Papa is about a quarter of the way through his Inteferon treatment. It's a stinker. It makes him feel really sick most of the time. His doctor lowered the dose to give him a break for a few weeks and he felt a lot better. But now the dose is slowly increasing again so he'll get full benefit and he's feeling icky again. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">He's still not able to work but goes to his office sometimes to do some paperwork and see his colleagues. He walks me every day and does some of the grocery shopping for Mama. He's a real soldier. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Our life has changed so much but it will be worth it once the treatment is over and Papa will be healthy. And don't you worry - I'm giving Papa lots of snuggles and lovies and I'm taking very good care of him.</span></p><p></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Thanks to all of you who keep us in your thoughts. We appreciate it so much. And hopefully, when there is more time, we'll get back to visiting all of you. We love you very much and have not forgotten any of you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">And in case any of you have forgetten what I look like, here are some photos taken of me over the summer.</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518332710565005394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpwkQ7f5jCbJ9Z6u_TH460Mqg1dDzrNTQ5NYD-DLsVKUhcsJPRtLCH0EM-DHcbRO0EqYY7ztmugQ7BvyXRZCOmiwk3oUfsuRlIFApUAuIjCU4DK35Rq8Skwe4Eh_prJAran5XD2ASo9-1/s320/chef+in+the+garden+summer+10.JPG" /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:arial;">On guard-en duty.</span> </span></strong></span></p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><p align="center"><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518329813945571394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjeqyDhdvESERD-Utd3sMxjH7D1kCHJ5-NKlkeRdXxvVupkj-ppQ75yaJDG8wXATMpZjm0pOftFQiBWeiYrT3WrMnXk5ZPQCxhxrn46h8HQ_ltkhSau9gtIG6pOG3unY1TLDEQeuCeJ6z/s320/Chef+and+Princesse+18.bmp" /> <p align="center"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Playing with my girlfriend, Miss Princesse. She wants to get engaged</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;">. </span></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;">She gives me my space, see? I like that.</span></span></strong></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518334447373449826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHD9-AEQCQWnP9t1MKO5OmRp5KQ4lHmuQhkvrh4Kn9OQ-dC2WH7py40eO4ka4YRGRNdVgsqJOExXsB10gJecwdnf0nZtwKQPQXNRcP8D5tHGe-yNrEMsRzmLeZ_DJmU17Ith92dbjYdF5/s320/chef+and+bone.JPG" /> </span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Enjoying a good steak bone.</strong><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span></span></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518321238392913778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fM0P2kzVo3upijE14PcgBvDIV8C0DlXkuP_La4J1rR45nFKnCl9aX5nqeVevj-MDVZUYSzEzTd0jtk216_5Cu9HdDiYX_LQGmLIaHd8JVMBhIEi1RaDkUwwsl__Ekn4h7iVyvBMfkJAU/s320/Chef+goes+swimming.JPG" /></span></div></span><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">In the pool with Daniel. Did I get off the floatie ? Nope. I am too scared to swim ... however, if I wasn't so scared I'd probably be a really good swimmer, don't you think ?</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518321212478870898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dc_-CC2WD7d6WgJLEkPJDDOSZzfBNrzo3_hib9pu7ToJAaSbzgdMLC5nMBk6arrspv5zNj-RUe-RvDyP0ds0w9ypmDHvG0xbc2JxlmBjWQwE17EClPXj0ttdME5EzBFAZ1gZlqAfiSWE/s320/Chef+and+Princesse+6.jpg" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Playing with my ball on the ground .... much safer</strong>.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518321221979182642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-EsnBScGKRhY29E6CubAGLcXDu8-o9MzxmcHZP1nPpJZl2U5JfMFB7A3bTzbftD1kpbbuSFfylpN0JQrMUhOXBbTtSyGOEMR0ncIQFuZpODu5QBiyPZWTPvyntdzKBPJ90dPm-is-ewUr/s320/Chef+yeah+right.JPG" /></span></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">A heroic walk in the park.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518323133148074530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sS_Ng2ht5aH-BOj7Tz3_ss6ROI41wgU2isLCrTDJlQM0gOQDIFE_gHoCtMliC_v4c7uo6oore5hYR2oYRSAsTnqsojhyphenhyphenRDRqXg9bsNQX6sMwA8bcweZqQdY96QE79d_fSIGdFpe4y5e_/s320/Chef+and+Jaxson+Aug.+10+011.jpg" /></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And here I am with my new step-brotherpuppy, Jaxson. He's a blue-eyed Silver Retriever. He's not much fun yet. In fact he's a pest. But I have lots of plans for us when he gets to be a bigboy dog like me. We're going to have so many adventures together. He's just taking so darn long to grow up ... </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Bye for now, all my friends. Sending you big butt wiggles and slurpy kisses.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">xo</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></p></span>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-36441010676152975932010-07-25T14:51:00.017-04:002010-07-29T17:34:23.560-04:00Happy Birthday to me ! / Papa update<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>July 25 /10</strong></span>
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<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">Guess what?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">I'm 4 !!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499167944999352514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUp_Z5_lcvCLzVoKa2sJIIFwqhOgmAF-vjJRBNJi1qIh4cAwHd3g15sXUVqP78NmVSOGPBkiHVLgWhH6jLT-L-LCVijUbuLc6Y7Q1zHY2qiumoZx5CbTYvhVcQAG-OlN1goKC3e59slaQJ/s200/BIRTHDAY+KISSIE.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>Mama giving me a great big Boxer-size birthday kissie</strong>
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<br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸</span>♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ ░<span style="color:#00cccc;">H</span>░<span style="color:#33ccff;">A</span>░<span style="color:#00cccc;">P</span>░<span style="color:#00cccc;">P</span>░<span style="color:#00cccc;">Y</span>░ ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥<span style="font-size:85%;"> ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪</span></strong><strong></strong></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪</span> <span style="color:#000000;">. </span>░<span style="color:#00cccc;">T</span>░<span style="color:#00cccc;">O</span>░ ░<span style="color:#00cccc;">M</span>░<span style="color:#00cccc;">E</span>░ <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ </span></strong></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yesterday, as a pre-birthday treat, Mama and Papa took me to Ben and Jerry's and I had a quarter bowl of vanilla ice cream!!! </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like everywhere else, it was bazillions of degrees outside, so the three of us sat in the air conditioned truck and slurped our ice cream together rather than sitting at a café table. It was very nice and relaxing ....a happy, cozy moment.</span>
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<br />I have five birthday <strong>Yays</strong>:
<br />Today Mama is going to play ball with me in the backyard just as soon as she's finished cleaning the house ....<strong>YAY</strong>.
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<br />She had some old trees pulled up so I'll have more running room ...<strong>YAY</strong>.
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<br />Now I won't get my tie-out tangled up around my legs ....<strong>YAY</strong>.
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<br />And I won't fall on my face anymore whenever I run for the ball ....<strong>YAY</strong>.
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<br />And tonight I just know I'm going to get the marrow bone that I saw Daniel sneak into the fridge .....<strong>YAY !!!</strong>
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">n n n n</span></strong> </span></span></span></div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></strong></span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Papa update</span>:</strong> Papa is in his third week of Interferon injections and he's feeling really icky. He's a lot better than he was on the infusions but this Interferon stuff is pretty unforgiving, no matter how you take it. Poor Papa. He can't work but he goes into the office now and then to say hi to his staff. And sometimes he walks me and goes out to buy groceries which he loves to do. He's lost a lot of weight because food tastes terrible. Mama is always trying to make him eat fruits and vegetables and grains, but he doesn't enjoy eating at all. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I do my best to make Papa happy because I sense there's something wrong with him. Mama sees it in my face. My life has changed a lot too. I used to go to Papa's office all the time and play with the secretaries and run around the dock chasing brooms and shovels. And we did lots of road trips and shows. Well, I just know that the three of us will be doing all that again one day soon, but until then, I will snuggle close to Papa and give him lots of lovies and healing slobberoos. I know paw-power works and there isn't a minute that I'm not giving him all the power my paws have. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Well, I'm going to wait by the back door until it's time to go outside and play ball.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Bye for now. xo</span>
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<br />Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-42188552752117921522010-07-19T13:54:00.045-04:002010-07-30T03:13:31.296-04:00DWB Reunion<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">July 19 /10</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">Who wants to have a <em>real</em> DWB reunion?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">x</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">I'm ready if you are !!<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495808124819389362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJey5UvzcdaMOuUIP_CVa5t3MM1UUOIakT81Tqvy6rxHlBsDe-7eBo8tlcCtQIf7LcRKAgCUSXyNHXPerquTdgZx9vQ1TobvcMhSrWGvVIH5su0jB5yu1z7q1x59WWyFffc3AlMupXm_G/s320/Flattie+me+and+chef.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, I cannot believe it - Mama went to Asta's house in New York City and she didn't take me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You must have heard by now that Greg and Brooke - Angel Charlie's, Opy's and Benson's parents - organized a DWB reunion last week. Well, Mama flew into the Big Apple for the day so she could meet our blog friends. Well, you can imagine how I felt when she told me I wasn't going... !! SNORT !! </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">She did take a flattie of me, but it got stuck with I don't know how many other flatties in the grill of Asta's fireplace. No partying for us doggies... </span><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">yeeesh.<br /><br /></span></em><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway, I heard that Asta picked up my scent in Mama's carry-on bag and she went sniffing for me. Ahhh... Astagirl, Mama told me how pretty you are in ... well, person .... and my heart just went pitter-patter. Mama also got to meet Petey, Duffy and Stella and she said they were also gorgeous and so sweet. I want to meet them too !</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Mama said Asta and her mommy Ami, were the most gracious hostesses. She loved being at the party and just wishes she could have stayed longer. She said next time, when Papa is all better, they're both going to go. And guess what <em>that</em> means?? That means I'll get to go too because they never leave me alone or at a kennel ..........heheheheh.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here are some pictures from the reunion</span>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495778344274691410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4op_ZHmkGnCZJW-cqy2FrloRP6f7dUoPmbjTqdK1dH2IXx-yBTCp_nB2pvDvd0I42Ix9XgEWI7Grk0GWDpdhrFFk5ykuTyq_wfRTvlxg9eIKeSlpa2oJwpr-CEn5f9JELvZCzvnX5MNo/s320/nyc+TRIP++flatties+and+moms.jpg" /></span></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Moms, dads and flatties in Asta's lobby</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;">.</span></strong></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495779010962349058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1s1F2r2gszTpK0-Da1TrqSSR5aVfGhVhbv62ViTmfondCYxO70gJFmlHRpdHsP9VO8Oniq3ngSkw43MA8PFqxhQl4Nm2iI7Z5L4r8LRy4-NGHCXMbCPFt3XNQ9Clluap7lpraGiRrbI4j/s320/nyc+trip+flatties.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Flatties in the fireplace </strong></span><br /></p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499589148922512562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3xLkR4Q5RBkLaBjyaYxdD7mCpKrWlIbsGCsicBt47eVUEsn25qGdylDpVf_hyphenhyphenQqsINBXjs_S2S0qp_yQ6TlDQdCjm0JLoJP7gxVmCBE9S2YT5UT2Ft0N0yV2qVTuQymjf9dLAca1WmrV/s320/NYC+trip+me+and+Jane+and+Petey.jpg" /><br /></p><p align="center"></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Mama with Petey and his mom, Jane. Hi Petey !<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495778320998097714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEtQBU2j0sJgI_mp_qLh1jN-aHNSO4Vur1-GhLNMZcn-0eM1PNawrbg60eNQO656E5gQHAHA_eb8lV-cHUlPKF1WnjcEcqoF4Xhnmth8_gzKfs0gmqfqXXLHQPOQ6eugMEE2uJsUKnDSxW/s320/NYC++DWB+trip+001.jpg" /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">My flattie</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495779006160043666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3xpGdsUW3ZgW9JjHmGQNtYTJw1grqJ5mAnpzca8CEWK8NbQ6ri-lBmUroEuDpciIAimlae4ebNjiloNsAPHQjSdRnS1M0s82kEbZ78am3oXRK3zvf-kLL4uVqcB_5Z6gzLZdDOx270g4/s320/NYC+trip+Asta.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">I</span><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">Y</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">AK</span></strong></span></span></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></p><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495778343950139186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpHQ44MHlUPp6VJaRfTWjueVLeTg5CIrNJc0r-6a1uzguC7NVvFdww4zj586M0KqjqIRLizS1egXWQRpbIwOmEypy7WaRy9t57XMdr92-Nz3gSqDAo2UeqfGitIzGd8vK6HJBpdJCtjVx/s320/NYC+party+2.jpg" /></span></span><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mama and Asta played ball. I wish I was playing ball .... not with Mama - with Asta !!</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495781960642559234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4sZlIrdWJ_ZsZfy5jRLFkyP93tJafLACqIhQ3OhKaCFAgrw8Uhq79Zby73chwTE-NeOmTdb8d_baQaxY8jK4JDmyBz5F16wISnZeYZenEzWEGYzbpgPdxUSZvfgyaCZKEArAu7RCgkmnn/s320/NYC+name+tag.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I was on Mama's nametag.</strong></span><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495779023818380210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnwuemY98DPO9qUZEJ1T31gYM7-Glv2UXgC_XonOMYDZfaZb3wG2ezvXrEs6GnQ_4bU4PnRYei0amdIHy14Fj8hIEEcJJDA43zKh7UPcpTWp5i6aK0B9QYBeIpPYUZNi0lIb-wJwAvmCLO/s320/NYC+trip+Greg.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is Greg. Is he like our boss?</span></strong><br /><br /></p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495779430993403634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLXh8ZgbHYdScbqDgitHSlxGlYsFzfBu7KCZGCMpOWnhSRiJxKvr7orPqYljijegKJ3RLXXzfKSJaBbsccf0bVcCUbKwthttsWBycfTCRIn0uQmP3HvMvNCCa9_56uW5bIYZO-S-3bMXp/s320/NYC+trip+cake.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>A cake dedicated to Angel Charlie.</strong></span><br /></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><p align="center"><br /></strong></span><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495779019302062866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEhjpxkrGLAWrpkHp7hr4ylDAZ8DSIZOrtSmoOWTRFecbciKfPuhdrz5aMANZj9Fqa_uHuBgljFcQdZJCwD_oJhQ9_EoKRsphDCQChMlYC1U5mfagX5xqQnZtMPBihKB4mwnI50Ef8U71/s320/nyc+trip+my+carry-on.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I think Asta was looking for me in Mama's bag - be still my heart !! </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495785765073794482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEAY8pR0byRxPrvaXjGvbZf4_NXA8cSfrEMnpHsBRsQMertXYSCcTH_uEYZz3I9rD2y_Uk0OSL0S4adflPsT51MiZSZhLK91VvaO_qCUhANkBf8pT9bNQlS7OxRTYyCGkyjpihzBWhf8k/s320/NYC+trip+flattie+in+bag.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Well, at least flatty me made it home safely ....</strong>Mama said the taxi driver who drove her to the airport might as well have flown her home, he was going so fast.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So Mama had a great one-day adventure and was so happy to meet so many blog friends... but I think we dogs have to organize a reunion too, with flat parents and lots of cookies and chewies - and <em>NO LEASHES</em>. What d'ya think?</span></p><br /><p align="center"></p>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-3511248609586618242010-06-20T01:22:00.011-04:002010-07-26T20:53:57.636-04:00Happy Father's Day !<span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>June 20/ 10</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">Happy Father's Day, Papa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484722090834094162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tge_YrSARW9Nf6pgam5E10Dr4KpD5mPpQ7BAxZIURykPQaGzTLqd2mlktITK1-wg6u1oF0EPUlFGHOVaiZiHghwnPMxeFCtqAf08CdPTxLwaKRoOKW5MvMO8qHNSbmVy6aRSTAWpMIi7/s320/Happy+Fathers+Day.gif" /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">Dear Papa,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">You feed me and you walk me.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">And rub my belly too.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">You throw my ball and rawhides.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">For me to catch and chew.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">You buy me bones and yogurt.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">And wipe the drool off of my face.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">And you never seem to mind at all</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">That I shed all over the place.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">You let me lick you even though</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">I have Boxerslobbergoop.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">And you're more than happy anytime</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">To bend down and clean my poop.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">Oh Papa, you're the best!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">I love you more than I can say</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">So happy, happy, happy, happy</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">Happy Father's Day !!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Love,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"><strong>Chef</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">xo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:180%;">And HFD to all of your Papas too </span><span style="font-size:180%;">!</span></span></span></div><div align="center"></div></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-86628902209376770652010-06-16T20:22:00.015-04:002010-07-25T23:40:01.682-04:00I got skunked/Papa Update<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>June 17 /10</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hi everybody. It's me - Chef. I think Mama has hogged my blog a little too much lately so here I am to fill you in on some of the things that have been going on around here. </span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You will absolutely NEVER guess what happend to me the other night - I GOT SKUNKED !! It's true. Right in the face too. I still don't smell like my usual delicious self but I smell a whole lot better than I did, and let me tell you - I stunk.<br /><br />I was out for a walk with Daniel and I was sniffing around the neighbour's bushes when I thought I saw the black and white cat that always flirts with me. Actually, Daniel thought it was the cat too so he let me poke my head under the trees and whammo! I got it right in the kisser. It tasted so bad and my eyes were burning. Daniel thought I was having some kind of seizure because I was foaming at the mouth and my face went all funny and my head was turning in all directions. It was like I was possessed !</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway, we ran home and Daniel and Mama hosed me down in the back yard, which I didn't like very much. Then they tossed me into a special fizzy bath to get the stink out of my fur. I didn't like that either. See?</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483571861392577618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSjc42y68p41YM-ia4DqcS3-kCucVkIr0trumIqcE9YUb7J2frT7rIP2ud44-ww5LcQ2yUYXlWVC78w1V5wxC2dyaR5klS8kz-YKe7WZeg0HrAvAvSK0-bW4ovIo-S49Wv4Gtr4cseemz/s320/SKUNKED.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I don't look very happy, do I?</strong> </span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But still, the taste in my mouth was so awful and my head was still bobbing around for a long time. Man, it was scary.</span> </p><p><br /></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483601446285709186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFcLhFNku-5Pa1MLOgAljBfagxxKXtTjDp5S7t5ZhUaeEYKdu_xbRhUWNt2UIlWpHsnKI7B3Pj-qS8w460PCE3hZHNsPr47sD7NEUwDrg0ZhAjxivk9hgkUCwg86EFX4An8OM3yKOkocp/s320/I+stink.JPG" /> </span><p align="left"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm ok now but I sure hope I don't ever meet another skunk - ever, ever, ever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And in case you ever get skunked, don't bother using the old tomatoe juice remedy because it doesn't work. This is the recipe:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><em>Mix:</em></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>1 quart (or liter) of 3% hydrogen peroxide from a fresh, </em></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>unopened bottle<br /></em><em>1/4 cup (50 ml.) of baking soda<br /></em><em>1 teaspoon (5 ml.) of liquid dish soap </em><br /><br /><em>Keep the mixture on for 10 minutes, then rinse with lukewarm water.</em><br /><br /><br />And take it from me - if you think you see a black and white cat, run away !! </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#000000;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;">n n n n</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:78%;color:#000000;">.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>PAPA UPDATE:</strong></span> My Papa is nearing the half-way mark of his daily Interferon treatments. The first week was pretty rough but Mama got his doctor to prescribe some meds for him to take before he gets his infusions to head off the side effects.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The pills are working and Papa is feeling much, much better. 'Course, he's also feeling much, much better because I'm giving his lots of cuddles and lovies. Mama has taken some extended time off work to take care of Papa so I get to go on lots of walks with her and we play ball and hang out in the garden - no more "Hi Chef, bye Chef" when she's rushing off to work in the morning. Ooooo, I love having my parents home !!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway, we want to thank all of you again for the good wishes that you've been sending. We appreciate it so much and it looks like all the good vibes are working because, so far, things are turning out to be so much better than we thought. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">xoxoxo</span><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-78033000574085396272010-06-06T14:58:00.015-04:002011-01-05T02:10:02.089-05:00Our journey begins<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>June 6/09</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My dear friends,</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's been a while since I posted and even longer since I visited most of your blogs and I hope you understand why I've stayed away so long. As you know, we are having some problems and lots of worries, and it seems there just aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done, and still have time left over for blogging.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Morrie has been feeling really well. His last surgery found his lymph nodes clean, which was great news, but he will be undergoing Interferon treatment to prevent a recurrance of the melanoma. The treatment begins tomorrow morning, and from what we understand he will not be feeling very well at all for quite some time.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">He will begin daily infusions at the hospital for the next four or five weeks. After that, he will continue with injections of Interferon at home three times a week for the remainder of the year. That is, if he can tolerate the Interferon and continue with the treatment. Apparently, 50% of those who begin this treatment quit because of the devestating side effects.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Morrie already has about a dozen pill bottles lined up for use when the treatment begins - for nausea, pain, anxiety, digestive problems, etc. These could have side effects of their own . It will not be easy,</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Interferon has also been known, in some cases, to cause permanent damage, though rarely. Sometimes we think we are spending our last days together with Morrie as we have known him. It is my inclination to worry and project on the worse-case scenario, which I never mention to him, but hopefully I am overdoing it and our situation won't be nearly as bad as I imagine it.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Please continue to pray for my dear man. And while you're at it, please pray for me to have the strength to take care of him well and see to all his needs without becoming discouraged and fatigued. We are setting out on a year-long battle not knowing what to expect from one day to the next and it is daunting. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;">n n n n</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">On a happier note, we showed Chef a couple of weeks ago at a three-day event in Dollard-des-Ormeaux, just a few miles from our home. He was kind of sluggish the first two days, with most people saying he has gained too much weight since last season. I guess in our efforts to fatten up that skinny little boy, we didn't realize that he was packing on some extra pounds. Not attractive and definitely not healthy. So he's now on a diet. We've weaned him off his Angus beef patties and now he's basically on kibble only, although we can't help but slip a couple of slivers of chicken or salmon into his bowl from time to time.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway, on the third day of the show, Chef found his attitude and he won Best of Breed. He also made the cut for Group, which is quite an honour. (That's when we figured he's not that much of a fatso and adding the odd piece of chicken or salmon to his meals won't do him much harm.)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479747641153521890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkuX_ZVFdZwI6genn9bkcJFTgonfmEZVE-1R23Bc-j6a4Oc88d5ZnCLonseisnt3HKyxJX4shUvDlw53sGrJrxWjxMYHVLZEumfNSHNEkZq2FpGqywqeU0Fhol_yR5DYGQXsac8YVtzYv/s400/Dollard+show+May+10+026.jpg" /><strong>In his cooling jacket ... just warming up for the win!</strong><br /></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479751718076655490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Z-UlOkYQpcRkBOPOWnj_55VpbjNjp0dCVBNqaNFAJTM_Po5QxzuCEOdsKIBRfkbsqunYYGfKtBuEDjHyOzAsj6fGJtp0SntAH7_5pXq7xbS2qZjZu87gvVdHIjPE9aDcIWcQE1jHO0OD/s320/Dollard+show+May+2010+057.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>Best of Breed !!</strong></p><p align="center"><strong><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479781978732938162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZc7W_SMN1s46lJ7siB5Tl_BmvmBWbvQVHFGSUP__JaWcrD59SQysWtj8wva7oU5LNlFGZ69fBciJmn28lXuCfogoJ3D8ddJSOGX24U0Bh4_GgoofOHFv_P44BHX9Wweiwmb704zEyqBBt/s320/Dollard+show+May+2010+078.jpg" /></p></strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479747655980292146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5A0SRhifF-YKLTyWbIpfmPVUevqYteGvg_78wkPns002TOzqqDVnREBnPTPIm3ElCat7bCRfL_Tpc-0mpl3IokFqpi0yM0AS8aFqHONReueMMpAv7ASckvUWJKm3oYDo5XCieBHFq2MEk/s400/Dollard+show+May+2010+069.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Group</strong></span> </p><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479781971287954210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhow_pCyItRyN8nVqSaQ8hPPiCfxoL4NYGXuifLEGcXoMu-y1f4UpRx3ELVJfoRik-AKvSMlTO0RA9DmIiqqLXVtXs91_A2Px9A27UyL8Lj8kCYuKQZXsTac3FNDgXEoW0zE1LzSfu33k9S/s320/Dollard+show+May+2010+074.jpg" /> <p align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This was most likely our last show until next summer. So I'm glad Chef did well and did Morrie proud. I love it when Chef wins, but Morrie takes it way more seriously so he was bustin' his buttons with pride. Thanks Chef, for making Papa so happy.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yesterday, Chef was at the vet and she said that Boxers are especially sensitive dogs, and that Chef is going to pick up on the fact that Morrie is sick. So for all our sakes, we have vowed to try and stay upbeat and positive no matter what the year ahead brings. It's funny how the family dog can be a stablizing force during troubled times in so many great ways.</span></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So wish us well in this journey to who-knows-where. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers as we will need as much support as we can get from people who we care so much about.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I will stay in touch and let you know how things are going and hopefully I'll have the time to go around visiting all your blogs soon.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bye for now.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Linda </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">xo</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">אלוהים בבקשה לתת מוישה בריאות טובה</span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-19052638543317717972010-05-04T23:21:00.016-04:002010-07-26T20:50:06.776-04:00Happy Mother's Day!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>May 9 /10</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Look at the two gifts I brought home for my Mama for Mother's Day ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">which do you think she'll like better?<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468746944899676306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1MvBUvzyYhzf4vrd65POmuVlWAmmYb8ry37VyJggkuFB_Uwu0dYkpK4XL40Ee0RDIDF3fn0oyrUeRNq34V85pjgctWtT-su59IkmJs5mSCVciCSznc2ASNs_k806as18B7e3Yu_A9-6t/s400/Happy+Mother%27s+Day+Mama.JPG" /></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Don't forget to give your mom some big, spitty lickies today to thank her for all she does every day </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">to keep you happy, healthy and safe. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Aren't moms great?</span></div><div align="left"></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-63402308225648206752010-04-25T23:50:00.030-04:002010-04-26T15:01:25.982-04:00Sticks and bones!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>April 25 /10</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Today was a great day and I'm about to tuck myself in for the night a very happy dog.</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">First, Mama and I went for a long walk. There's a big, beautiful park near my house that doesn't allow dogs. Grrrr. Anyway, sometimes we go there when no one's around, but this being Sunday the park was pretty crowded. So we walked around the outside of it and ventured inside only where there were no people... I didn't mind though. It was a warm, sunny day and I was just happy to be outside. My nubbin - that's what Mama calls my tail - was wagging the whole time!</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464323800419650290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OEJfbS9qGR9w0YzNciC78BKqBghZ9f3qIxnkJ-imfIGXWMAw51I3-JBndF-ib8bPGgDXqdTiZ8QzF22f1_F15QFc4qpfAalDdEf9wFxGuXgQCys6aSq04HMVUiar7EhfyagvN5FrGfx7/s320/PET+Park.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This is Parc Pierre Elliot Trudeau just down the street from our house. It's got a man-made lake with ducks in the summer and chalets, walking paths, a picnic area, two baseball diamonds and more ... it's huge and beautiful. </span></strong></span><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">One day I'm going to tell you about the secret place Mama found at the park where I can run off-leash and be safe... and where no one can see us!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Here are some pictures of our walk today.</span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464307761849918674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQAIJrq2Sif5RX7sJ1kC9OTn_iX2AurKu0uPPpYLELNuHA55GAsmUrYgp4ERdzMDeQLiVHDebCyyn9pp0OaQj3_ksakrG8LETpQlUaO_Wbnvcg5BTvmxHL03WaJrU0B-WgODrhcooqCnvb/s320/Chef+at+the+park+April+10+035.jpg" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I went stick hunting, of course!<br /></strong></span><br /></p><p></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464305587814194434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgNbLmRZcQY35JgDvasGWOOLDPRppEVTidZLaor_0h2vHnS1iCHZikdlwvPHPB-jB6bhOYaJ-NjiToG92xAcZWm9BsL-jD_IqHuVQyFTqM9JtpA8nHn2_1mQEUfk7uqPioMQDmzMoKgIl/s320/Chef+at+the+park+April+10+004.jpg" /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464307242270124802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIp3mT76qp1DEF82p9avhMgv4BE8o5SSFlntCeJHDeYc75QtkSN_ao5T9g9tUNJZbtizrD8CrSDj270PT-KFAJGgnsB0n-21wz-DaDg13JMLZGvN6coGnbpIAz1ACeZjSv5xD304ydnpmy/s320/Chef+at+the+park+April+10+031.jpg" /></p><p><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464307234453450882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPUS4IoujM5m1rR8YwhvK3i3XUVedoyV9Nq9GmwrlKm8P7faonU4DfxVmDy_BxA05DIAzCNx3CtsUlC6_S5Kftx7XxX05TydTKMFa2JZMMuG7CSGU7GvhCdMEqCLsvLwBw4cW_I-_lxuMa/s320/Chef+at+the+park+April+10+029.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I watched a baseball game - oooo I wanted that ball so bad!<br /></strong></span><br /></p></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464312803781004562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuNaeSuecsjZnjGZD_LCPqS6rEYfemI3bqn7Y-VIGlLansVI7Hpv1A-wb6tDSEuDm6aFRiOy-R-RRw2NvhWD2qd6C2MMzn52GJut6vu8gxCCsrEXTxvc3N1KAE-J5rzFdoTd_C_vsE5IK/s320/Chef+at+the+park+April+10+011.jpg" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Then I remembered Mama had my ball in her pocket.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464307214765466498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtnWbQ8lResFmxGQQBtFgHrLS9R9YdGbnJ3TCaW78o-jfcsmwYPGijcQFd83iWZvegUpzyPHYAR9QOa6LuJcjd7sznXlhmY6eB28RToWHGtY7DLJewtcHpA9bpRYsoT2RXUyf2tVKx6zX/s320/Chef+at+the+park+April+10+013.jpg" /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>So I chomped on it for a while.</strong></span><br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464307218377477954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQ9JS6pwn_4i6K2Fe2ITRUeiGPpyFtt73KAA4sD3l-TYUsFX3rawP-WXEEL38Sktj43jCWeE-oLWIziFttKNVqVAchvtOXu7lghzDxVBQMeTpl4XDtKeFqahhl_VdVSmPFNL6tA3O1PKc/s320/Chef+at+the+park+April+10+017.jpg" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Then I saw lots of strange holes like this one.<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Mama said they were gopher holes.<br />I never met a gopher, so ...</strong></span></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464451284521542226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbaAbfPTROMbW-391grX6P4oGxy3Q84ResF8e3CfWbyB4YczSlI0Gx9LmN5U15cY6NLwBqAjxWgP2ZdJYgTvcnowcBnCx4fHbTjkTezVNi1zKRY7HFuQ2wr2SrNMB93A_cKiIS2Tc5PR-e/s320/hello+gopher.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I wondered if he was home.<br /></strong></span><br /></p><p align="center"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464314358385300498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06BiB-W4S62wSAR158uB8WQUS6h6hUVi6aDl8h1LJIiA33-bbsfbxAw0YA4YkTVVJERQH8igzDdTxkiVcBHSJeQN2JH0q7qMhyphenhyphen0mTi0h_-mTr2VTdxQVJ76yHPxykzfVsjk0OyMKNhOt5/s320/Chef+at+the+park+April+10+028.jpg" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>But Mama yanked me away because she thinks gophers bite. I bet I came thisclose to having my nose boinked!<br /></strong></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464305579492503506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20QaeGjyic1K4FoeTkctRAxlFMUpKlbD9rnx7pd7XplT872p4kiInjScX4-gjtgKxSufRMbOKGgyAoWOMEgnH7aV581e1unygFqUbtawRrlIvIsyufwIeRZuV9tc8YuTIOteCNU8gF3eX/s320/Chef+at+the+park+April+10+006.jpg" /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I finally settled down for a good chew.<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464315467166736898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhP4qf5mN1VKqfYJA_EVXg-eGvF7NeWsTujcBu6ocjCMmyFo0F21bnq_xBqDUKXoMlCAndFlxtzYmBmkUsAFJQiDWnWVlC-ahf79XAZJ1VRm7VD9XQLAxxrn9Sf3a-FhDV3DkuqTp5Jou/s320/BBQ+April+10+006.jpg" /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Later on we had a BBQ ... those are girlie steaks and man steaks!</strong></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464305563204127074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgT_FAqm4k1DHWqtIX3tipbKhQ19iD06fekks9OD4lrPF6cEG3YlXBJItkriA26JciSi13ZegWg382MYmh2BBDUSoyUf3lNbiICZYHzxIuEhsLY0DJb3_sSfPlGs0xCe-tHO3NhIlzXe-X/s320/BBQ+April+10+008.jpg" /> <span style="color:#000000;">..</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>And I had the MAN-steak bones!!<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mama said she's going to take me to our secret place in the park soon so I'll be able to show you where I play in my own private playground.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Papa update:</strong></span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Papa had his second surgery a couple of weeks ago and the doctor took some more of his lymph nodes out for testing. We don't have the results yet but in the meantime, Papa has gone back to work and is feeling pretty good, except for a little pain from the operation. We will keep you posted. And thanks to all of you who have been asking about him on Facebook and in emails. It's so nice to know that you are thinking of us.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I apologize for not visiting your blogs for a long time. Geez, I haven't even visited my own for I don't know how long. But I'm thinking of all of you with love and will visit you soon. xo</span><br /></p></span>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-29851921745445892192010-03-31T22:31:00.005-04:002010-03-31T23:26:01.004-04:00Wordless Wednesday<span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>March 31 /10</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454991304127765266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UM_IWSF19iPcGZ4rXVA6VDNrKwC4QDExmjo1VrH325E9LIKaPoC34jEfgS0HLulNRhoQk0rwAx1Nux_GyZIkiNCibmkGLETmC9VXxlGEKeJebiX9KgQnNXSCkluvUcU3-fWwafnLfs12/s320/Chef+dreaming+of+sticks+2.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">(Yes, I am sleeping sitting down !!)</span></p>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-80364290721578842712010-03-19T00:54:00.018-04:002010-06-18T20:28:22.633-04:00Happy Birthday Papa!<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQbfLumyUYnxJW6RHUmDrP4nEK0mE_gnzrrpGWbf3hGD46pBZrgaeRnAdqMjGxwJLA43MC9Jo_dd85-1AV3KcBYvG1dxgCCbWnmMEJ-8r4vwC63CbtddU4qUpUwzt1HwpqYXOBoeJCWYm/s1600-h/Morrie's+birthday+March+2010+1.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>March 20/ 10</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">This was me last Thursday night:</span></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450558810165032194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_RVvnUsLi8dTS9VICzyLg1uJ9SprFGopD6uvveDDgX9dHVoHePl7VIQU2-94Oei3VlZE5hnjwQKw2ScHvEVIVVPtwp_rQH2KdEfAsFLxo7mFremosK06x-qI6wCWzCjVrHSS5qtwQwF5/s320/sulking+1.JPG" /></span></div><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450572905813271554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9GZzgs_BvELfc7GhUmqy5jRg-pJx3Ap5kjd6_Hqb647eC9Z9CVU3XNRJ4YiJyydFRY1Rc3UZJkdukSfz-YzJcgPPr8VdRloB6TnLajH2X7Ztrm8R8ln1gOq05jHBjzaEDeQvY2iBLhDdj/s320/sulking+2.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450562999658892946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAfPaP05rby1wdVXTIjDzSL8_gPIGKn45HTv1kdrLodgTs4_XXsp2QJpSpvLoy1UXcUMrIFpsM0u9u12dQvmhNmeJ2oC9Z3IN7mXlCRdbiCaiJLGD6DId1RCSUKzrhM4dt-Js497vUcLD/s320/sulking+3.JPG" /></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450564818236926002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1ff4naJjUbzPDSrBBtkNwaBqOXK08FmImrzkaidLDM3Xmf0v7ZjQoBMwegIHrkBdy-4jweFK0-BxoxsW7KcnR5MOmn1RKKNeEKhj6OOFTqVQR-Ys3SFGiRAsWK_tWuAhrwT2OJqBteHS/s400/sulking+4.JPG" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's true. They made a party at my cousin JoJo's house and they didn't even THINK of inviting me. Not so much as a courteous "we'd love to have you, Chef, but it's a people party." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">All they said was, "Be a good boy tonight, Chef. Bye."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">"Oh yeah?" I thought. "Well I'll think about it...maybe I'll be a good boy and maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">unravel some toilet paper and trail it all through the house."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But I ended up just laying there all night long in my big old pillow, sulking. Do you blame me?</span></span></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">All I had was a couple of rawhides to chew on while the rest of the family ...</span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450571428865239538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65dyIvcgaExBUJqviY7p9LZ4cs2FZaws7ek-wdKHG-PMhIgB8093lRqCnJkkt7NipoN_09pdD64_kd47TP_tGhhPzL6PAjUVOtovQAvG_kAZiiAk7Wd9n_tz3OMRC_RQ7Ocz53Mviqu8D/s320/pix+and+morrie%27s+bday+068.jpg" /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>... ate this ...</strong><br /></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450571404640543458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDId34ooQyLX84jQWwqb3sltSCO3JJbYgNOzyhHFGJdPZcFU84bwcdX8MGOYjDMLy4NgB-Dm94k8-_f2r51CqgHQBdQUxR5e2i53fiURjCTNbC1cxwo_yWIg2eiEdLYpCIGKjJnnIvmh8/s320/Morrie's+birthday+March+2010+12.JPG" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">... and this - that's my brother Daniel doing the cooking ....</span> </strong></span></p><strong><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450571401882017026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidusqJujPT3w1qDawYyI32b6hNKBcDZwbz0W37tIwzApRCgtC0xAJW3gNwiN58Cx0v_ZsAdLnm4H-TRC5I3Et7HR0JtsV0hqXs9vrnisFDqOzN2YQCxlncGEBSY-dEYIX0vky4TRko7Bss/s320/Morrie's+birthday+March+2010+8.jpg" /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>... and this ...</strong><br /></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450571412320671634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXo4JZsgwwSWBQC4LCKIVYQ3ebQR33P5mwtXsz4pdb9b3UAdexbxGNqtrlvRfhZbNihE9n8M5d4BPwArWNqfz9UOMRUqK45hu4ne-qwXkWSGs_5jJHAEDWxQPcUnpVSAYGhlN_dkZMe6n/s320/pix+and+morrie%27s+bday+085.jpg" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">... and they drank this ... OMG !!</span></strong><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450572900133165234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHNzyE7y_OUAiWum8ChG2ectvTuQCXpmHY1UcPiWYZVAhIC2OZ7bvgHMY4PVcFax64E1vO3heyYwiCmBw31JP6f0bLuhdkLGmY1nMCqxQ3Q6yS95M9qlnxOJBBd4pVZctRKIinagNiJU-/s320/pix+and+morrie%27s+bday+097.jpg" /> </span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">And will you just look at the birthday cake they had??</span></strong><br /></span></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">So I lay there all night chewing and thinking. And instead of doing mischief I thought that I should just be happy I have such a fantastic Papa because he loves me so much and he takes such great care of me. And he lets me lick the bottom of his yogurt bowl and he swings the broom around so I can bark at it and have fun. Plus shabillions of other things he does for me day in and day out.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">So ...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I'm very glad you enjoyed your party, and -</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAPA !</span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">XOXOXO</span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></p></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">By the way, Papa has to have another operation in a couple of weeks to remove some more lymph nodes. The doctor found a teensy weensy bit of bad cells in his big lymph node so his surgeon is going to take a few more out. He's not looking forward to it at all so I've been doing a really good job of nuzzling him and giving him lots of loving, healing snorts. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Mama and I want to thank all of you again for your continuous good wishes and prayers for Papa. It's so good to know that we have so many good friends out there who we've never even met but who care so much. Big, big (((hugs))) to all of you. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">xo</span></div><div align="left"></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-54053071641182567812010-03-06T12:18:00.046-05:002010-04-26T14:51:15.414-04:00Thanks, an award and videos<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>March 6 /10</strong><br /><br />Hi friends.<br /><br />Papa is feeling fine. He's gone back to work and his incisions are healing nicely. Now we're just waiting for word from his doctor about his test results. Hopefully, his surgery will be all he will need and no further treatment will be necessary.<br /><br />We want to thank all of you again for your prayers. My paws are crossed that our prayers will be answered.<br /><br />In the meantime, I have a couple of videos I want to share with you.<br /><br />This one is of me and Oakley playing the other day. Oakley and I always share toys and food and treats ..... but one thing we didn't want to share was this:</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><object style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 260px" width="435" height="260"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dXOANvE4HE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dXOANvE4HE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="265"></embed></object></span></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:black;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Stick Tug Competition</span></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">This makes me think of the Olympics. Team Chef vs. Team Oakley. Except there was no judging, no medals, no awards. Just a little rivalry between friends.</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">,<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Speaking of awards, our friend </span><a href="http://piratemaverick.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">Maverick</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> sent me this fabulous award:</span> </div><div align="left"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445575093229082754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1HDjLYbSabEDH9zEiM47hDwKpBCFauOd_dft3ARFO6XSQutVcdM8ORGmxQisP_pm3GlNIhpPbGXG4Yc6r-j-nAdecNm_ijOVfiAEd8RemNzXD3CAaOn9VxeHq564l-Wjs01IWcVYeLTC/s320/happy+award.jpg" /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Thanks Maverick~ Now I have to list 10 things that make me happy. That's easy. So many things make me happy. Here's my Top Ten.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">1. STICKS!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">2. Doing dog shows.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">3. Going for as many walks as I can. Sometimes I go for seven or eight in a day, depending on how well my sad, <em>take-me-out-face</em> works.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">4. Playing with </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">my buddies, especially Oakley.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">5. Chasing my ball and frisbee.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">6. Licking up leftovers off of everybody's plates.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">7. Running, jumping and spinning in the air.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">8. Riding in the truck and the car.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">9. Watching Mama cook because she always gives me a taste.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">10. Being at Papa's office where everyone gives me kisses and hugs and food.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I'm supposed to share this award with 10 blogs that make me smile. Well ALL your blogs make me smile so I'm passing it on to all of you.</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">This is the other video I want to share with you. It's really funny and something we want to try some time. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><object style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 275px" width="250" height="275"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kg-9bUdOTs&hl=en_US&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/1kg-9bUdOTs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hope that gave you a chuckle. Have a great weekend!<br />xo</span> </span><br /></div></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-20934415624935423692010-02-27T15:15:00.105-05:002010-03-07T10:53:37.600-05:00Thank you dear friends<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>February 27 /10</strong><br /></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" >Thank you !</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Thanks to everyone for your prayers and good wishes for my Papa. Your goodness has been a great source of comfort to us.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Papa's surgery was successful and he's on the mend. He's being a very good patient. Mama is wearing a nurse's cap and making sure he is always comfortable. I am giving him endless healing kisses and cuddles, and being a clown so he laughs and feels happy.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We are now waiting for his test results which should come back in a couple of weeks. Now that this first hurdle is behind us we're feeling stronger and more optimistic, and ready for any challenge that may lie ahead.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Please forgive us for not visiting your blogs these past few weeks. We are thinking of you and will catch up with you as soon as we can.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Please keep my Papa in your prayers as we wait to hear from his doctor.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We will keep you posted.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">xo</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Chef</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-6893714408571987572010-02-23T15:43:00.033-05:002011-08-09T00:45:14.742-04:00Please pray for my Papa<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">February 23 /10</span></strong></div>
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<br /><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hi everybody. Since we are pretty private about most personal things, I haven't posted about Morrie's illness. But I have decided to let you all know what's going on in our family because I really need your support and encouragement right now. You are like an extended family to me and reaching out to you just seems like the right thing to do.
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<br />A few weeks ago Morrie was diagnosed with melanoma. He had a "thingy" removed from his back three weeks earlier. I had noticed blood on his shirt and when I looked at his back there was a small red bump, about the size of a boil. I urged him to see the skin doctor, although the thought that it could be cancerous was fleeting. I just didn't believe it could be serious.
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<br />I'll never, ever forget the Wednesday afternoon when he came home from work and sat me down and said, "I have cancer." At 9 a.m. he'd received the call at his office from the dermatologist with the news. He went to work that morning, carefree. And he drove home a cancer patient. It hit him like a ton of bricks. And then the bricks hit me. I fought so hard not to fall apart because he needed me to be strong and efficient. And I'm trying to stay strong when we're together but when I'm alone, I cry my heart out.
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<br />After Morrie broke the news to me all he talked about was how Daniel and I would be if .... It was just a few hours since he'd heard the news himself and he had already begun to get things in order for us, in case .... (I can't even type it.) There wasn't a hint of self-pity or "why me?" It was all about Daniel and me. I was amazed that we were his first concern and not himself. What a man.
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<br />I did lots of research and discovered that melanoma is a tricky, stubborn cancer. It can recur at any time in any place in the body, including major organs. Even after the first cancer is removed, cancer cells can travel through the lymph nodes and take up residence anywhere at any time, forever.
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<br />If Morrie is lucky enough to have escaped lymph node involvement, we will always have to be one step ahead of the cancer and have him thoroughly checked on a regular basis for the rest of his life.
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<br />So our life has changed completely. Within minutes it was turned upside down. I know we will eventually adjust and do what we have to do, but I haven't reached that place yet and I am still scared about what the future holds.
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<br />We visited the surgeon and after reading Morrie's chart and checking him over, he said he had a feeling the prognosis would be good. I don't think a doctor would go so far out on a limb and say that if he didn't believe it. We're hanging so much hope on those few words ....
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<br />Morrie's surgery will be on Thursday morning. They will remove any of the cancer the dermatologist may have missed and wide-margin tissue surrounding the tumour. They will also remove his Sentinal Lymph Node for biopsy to see if and how far the cancer may have spread. We will have the results of the biopsy two to three weeks after that.
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<br />It's been very hard keeping our life as "normal" as possible, to not let this terrible, sudden crisis get the better of us. I'm working hard to keep my family strong and positive and to carry on as always while we fight this with all our strength.
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<br />Please pray for my darling man. Please pray for his continued good health which he deserves so much. He's such a good person and has always been our tower of strength. The thought of him leaving us or living in a weakened condition is so heartbreaking.
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<br />I know there has been so much awful news that we've all shared lately. And I hate bringing more bad news to all of you. I know so many of you are struggling with your own troubles and health problems. But please add one more person to the list of those you are praying for.
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<br /><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com82tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-22395443587106831122010-02-21T19:53:00.078-05:002010-03-06T14:22:54.869-05:00Stickin' around the park<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>February 21 /10</strong></span></span><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Today was perfect stick hunting weather, so out I went on my first stick finding mission of the season. Snow conditions were just right too. A lot has melted so all kinds of sticks are hiding just beneath the surface where I can find them. So it didn't take me long to snuffle out the biggest, most awesome stick in this entire world! It was <strong>HUGE</strong>!<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440967173793421298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt72zPziTa1eWNL5lLWQH3YvrqLev0uXWZoXdE97sPUB4NAM3-6x7Ma5IjMapSz0RsMDVRrdizTIqUylv-dOmu9ALmeONEJqoHm41kPGyzD9GC0LEvZbn5dccTKxOsWNqqEj93K2gUtmzI/s320/Chef+with+stick+Feb.+l0.JPG" /><strong><span style="color:black;"> </span><span style="color:black;">..........</span>What d'ya think of this?</strong> <strong>Not too shabby, eh?</strong><br /></span><div align="center"></div><br /><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">First I went digging for a stick that was buried deep in a snow bank. Can you hear Mama asking, "What's in there, Chef?" Well, what the heck did she think was in there?? Would I be digging like a lunatic for anything but a stick? C'mon Ma, it's me CHEF - hello-o-o....?? </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /></span></span><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Anyway, I was just about to yank out a big one when my new neighbour Monsieur Magnum came by. No way was I going to let him see where the good sticks are buried. So I lied down like I was taking a Sunday snooze on the sidewalk. Heh. Little does he know .... </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><object style="WIDTH: 530px; HEIGHT: 336px" width="530" height="336"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVwh6ZgYV7g&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVwh6ZgYV7g&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /></span><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;">.</span></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">(If any of you see Monsieur Magnum, don't tell him where the big sticks are. It's our secret, k?) </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Then I figured there's got to be some sticks someplace where there's less snow so I dragged Mama to the park. And that's where I found the XXXL stick. Actually I think it's a tree. It weighed a ton and I was having lots of trouble hanging onto it.<br /><span style="color:#fff2cc;">.</span><br /><object style="WIDTH: 539px; HEIGHT: 330px" width="539" height="330"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eB627au2OtA&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eB627au2OtA&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mama had to help me carry that bugger home. She held onto one end and we dragged it down the sidewalk all the way to our house. People stared at us and smiled. I guess they thought Mama looked funny carrying a stick through the streets. 'Course, they would expect a big, burly Boxer like me to be doing that, but a human being? Now that's amusing .<br /><br /><object style="WIDTH: 519px; HEIGHT: 390px" width="519" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d47AVhs813s&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d47AVhs813s&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><span style="color:#444444;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">So now I have my very first stick for Stick Pile 2010. It looks like I'm going to have a really nice collection this year.</span></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;">. </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">By the way, I'm sorry for not visiting most of your blogs lately. We've been alternately busy and lazy and lots of stuff going on, but I promise to check in on all of you very soon.<br /><span style="color:black;">.</span><br />Have a great week. xo</span>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-37479684864136520092010-02-06T23:48:00.023-05:002010-03-07T11:00:11.491-05:00Happy Valentine's Day<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNTKwmvmBHNusQ643wlkxqJIPzoztQ76y3sWui_0LEIyx8O-ydDgC_jEwMOz243X6Vz6Q0j6bePnULBxhWCtGRuDdlshd7It199mSi9LP9YLBa9kBOjdJaOc0l11twaIZZ65BqDNY4rRY/s1600-h/val+I+love+y.JPG"></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">February 14 /10</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Valentine's Day</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">to all my friends<br /></span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpZmc9tunSdRI4DcOmPfu4ei2qpFD-X981GzwHq06DmIkrySu43NTkKw7ZOSWx9D7R9Jh6ZxPsmM-KtM762iOAc_hr4jdu4ydUhCVvv159PTmvDE20TTaCJb-nD3oIMvs5gxrXfwwjFNy/s1600-h/valentine+bkd.5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436861470924014642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpZmc9tunSdRI4DcOmPfu4ei2qpFD-X981GzwHq06DmIkrySu43NTkKw7ZOSWx9D7R9Jh6ZxPsmM-KtM762iOAc_hr4jdu4ydUhCVvv159PTmvDE20TTaCJb-nD3oIMvs5gxrXfwwjFNy/s400/valentine+bkd.5.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> </strong>You are all so sweet and special and I love you all very much!<br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">And thanks to all of you who emailed me such beautiful Valentines. I really do appreciate it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Big, big kisses.</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">xox</span></strong></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-45003931077212218942010-02-06T21:21:00.024-05:002010-03-06T14:25:34.750-05:00Wordy Wednesday<p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">February 10/10</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Want to hear me cuss out this what-d'ya-call-it?<br /><br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><object style="WIDTH: 2px; HEIGHT: 191px" width="2" height="191"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzd1VyVztz8&hl=en_US&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/yzd1VyVztz8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I know it may sound like I was whining and being a big baby, but I was really telling that thing off. In the end, it wouldn't let me take it home ... but I didn't<em> really</em> want it anyway, as you can tell.<br /></span></p></span>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-2705164515783341062010-01-25T01:25:00.032-05:002010-03-09T00:51:17.231-05:00Train Your Dog Photo Contest<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;">January 26 /10</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Our friends </span><a href="http://settertails.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Niamh and Ambrose</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"> are holding</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">a very important event called</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><em>The </em><em>Train Your Dog Photo Contest</em>.</span></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430560643591263682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishiWZOV5Pysb1pDniQGla-DHNsHE2eobBBv93zrnaE-F4lWcroPnI4Z8MjLWt7qCj-lhF2WOy1S5W8vNkJIZCPMSt8GIq1sEWRNzEFa7O0zdt9qgF1j6RZ3fXTNZM_MZJK-1u3T64rDy2/s200/Train+your+dog+month.jpg" /></span></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">The Association of Pet Dog Trainers has made January National Train Your Dog Month. So to mark the occasion, Niamh and Ambrose are asking all their friends to submit photos of them training with their parents. It can be a photo of you practicing a trick or a skill or obedience. See Niamh's blog for details.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FuMSV7MYL2aP4ccBl4AoM-lM7Mt-0Xl6lHrFA33_hFO59s0Ls_B9DhIi_blFxTWvgl4__GShH_aXYsy7t7QLL0lqg8C2rBcGo7F7wRyw9iMLoM3RCik5ilzYQvG-SUEgYIuRmmNnD8jX/s1600-h/Chef+train+2.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430561048807566514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FuMSV7MYL2aP4ccBl4AoM-lM7Mt-0Xl6lHrFA33_hFO59s0Ls_B9DhIi_blFxTWvgl4__GShH_aXYsy7t7QLL0lqg8C2rBcGo7F7wRyw9iMLoM3RCik5ilzYQvG-SUEgYIuRmmNnD8jX/s320/Chef+train+2.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"> I decided to submit a picture of Mama and me practicing my Sit-Stays at street corners. I walk with a very long lead so I'm usually several feet in front of Mama, unless she has me heeling. That means I reach the street corner before she does. So rather than reeling me in at each corner like she used to, she's teaching me to sit down at the curb and wait til she's standing beside me, at which point she tells me it's "ok" to cross the street. Soon I will learn how to do this at driveways too. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">This is an important rule to learn for several reasons, one being in case I break from my lead. Hopefully, I'll remember to sit down at the curb and not cross the street by myself.<br /><br />Mama's making this rule apply to driveways too because sometimes people dart out of their garages really quickly and we want to make sure the coast is clear before I cross.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPvVupGkQnGtX-xvZBs9KUJ_NR2tFbT71PCs_nk0Q9y02pu8Yhy4uWkz2KZNpxsaA8-fX5KY-rqLZflISPhuanWw2fmt3xTAMyhJif4sruzi05WE3QAmoruHoyhjgn9eaMytg7yAKYAcV/s1600-h/Chef+train.+1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430793081657192674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPvVupGkQnGtX-xvZBs9KUJ_NR2tFbT71PCs_nk0Q9y02pu8Yhy4uWkz2KZNpxsaA8-fX5KY-rqLZflISPhuanWw2fmt3xTAMyhJif4sruzi05WE3QAmoruHoyhjgn9eaMytg7yAKYAcV/s320/Chef+train.+1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"> Right now I get a treat for my Sit-Stays on command. Eventually, I will move on to Sit-Stays without a command, and then without treats. Although I will always get "Good Boy" praise to keep me proud of myself and motivated.<br /><br />I like learning new rules. They keep me well-socialized. And it's important for me to know what's expected of me. Rules also give me something to think about which keeps me alert and smart. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">So if you're in training of any kind, you may want to enter the contest too. Deadline for entries is midnight, Jan. 31. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Have fun training and</span> good luck!</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-81096953337425187482010-01-19T23:57:00.036-05:002010-03-07T11:02:37.672-05:00You're up the wrong tree, Mr. Squirrel<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">January 22/10</span></strong></div><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Guess what I saw trespassing in<br /><strong>MY</strong> backyard yesterday???</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428685930311309810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgail-F9K1yk9amR0GwBsVstel8eC9v209RPldhQx1d4Ez6Vi1EH0cuyEGKhn-9Y6xOXaZM1TRCDFMVd1Cdyod1BMKisy9IZ88nsJh2UNxW5sxWEQvWsiyztVD4DqJznbmhyphenhyphenA4cETRlHtYJ/s400/squirrel+7.JPG" /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Poking around in <strong>MY</strong> snow!</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:black;"></span><span style="color:#444444;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428687227354127538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgeOMlEytwNohMssx3wv_IfW7JRxBnxTvqaSMJiYbtAzDcaAHmOIfU8yT3p_i_pQOCAyfrmgw4HA9R9NbAK-7GXJQAq76LDWlZk0GtEwH5v0okDqeWaXFT6h_Gl_0W3sOXVa15T3_7eam5/s400/squirrel.JPG" /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="color:#fff2cc;">Climbing <strong>MY</strong> pine tree!</span></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:black;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428681889850907650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh997wwNjp2cAC3tIquVPiBLxesZCOWrLtFthrVgkGgGHw-P9_pnN_vJokf8Ccq08Pe-DAdWdwfDEL27_ttKW3Mr0g3kISzdVGJdkgDdFwoDw1n6wjH1BZqWkUYsf8eexuU9YjzddXEX3vA/s400/squirrel+1.JPG" /> </span><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><span style="color:black;">,</span>I knew what he wanted. He wanted to eat <strong>MY</strong> pine cones. Can't fool me!</span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:white;"><span style="color:black;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428684583072410786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxThLGAJOOi5mfbYj-EZKoeg8X9xUNYlbU1NlpPpM59aXtoQ-9r6Nk23OCWyR3G_OnRViscDoaUVuvnx2CkQTXMHi-4pakwI6q9-oiE7507UvLCYHP97r66VhyphenhyphenoyCKFukSgGWjeZIiYgO/s400/squirrel+6.JPG" /></span></span><span style="color:#fff2cc;">Was I mad. I barked so loud. And I pounced on the window so hard it nearly came out of its frame. "Grrrrrr. I'm a big, ferocious predatory beast."</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:black;">.</span><br /></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428936845177317090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYG0Eqq33g6OmguQphP57VmfR_s9lujzvV0z-E7Od6rlsfollViHpkrtgUHEyal6hbtHqt53XqrweFhKj4EJQRLqy08JLqrs2-dNjtfphH-kCSqNY5NO2o8OPDwMo1COD76V9Vwi5n7IsF/s400/squirrel+4.JPG" /> </span></div><span style="color:#444444;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">That did it. The little sucker ran down the tree as fast as his funny little legs could carry him.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">I knew just what he was thinking too.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">/.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:white;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428936056857400450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8nYRjl1teSz0Xm1D0KCX2AHZdI7lU5-SUpIj2X4eqVJ5kuw4aGSKBhlxTclmF6k8ErTgmBJHBCUb_FdzzPoGY-pODSY2_kH69FKxpVaP5fotfIPhpjNgdfpaVoNsoyXM0EgrwzH41jt8/s400/squirrel+3.JPG" /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:black;"><br /></span><span style="color:#fff2cc;">"That's right, little buddy. Now SCRAM."</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:black;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429063384607666578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlOzdWZOSF58UBAmSHmvLdwz2K3st-Mtf9CY2P96dGadWGriXACbPlF3YlFPhZHG80Odw9cnjQ312ciFrQ5Y5szZclCEY_yPctyMQqpABwir98PZrWNoMP5c6Qm4Wa7XNLeaU-H7-sxys/s400/squirrel+8.JPG" /></span><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">"And don't come snooping around my property again, ok?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Not.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Between you and me, I'm hoping he'll come back soon - that was the most fun I've had all week!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#fff2cc;"></span></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-84676139870057542492010-01-18T15:41:00.020-05:002010-03-09T00:55:03.884-05:00RIP Ziggy<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"><strong>January 18 /10</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428185581229934642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRthSOMkKW_TRQePiheFQ2iB22tRc2JFKKZtJle8rP228RVDMdlngp3PObyyudlm4PiC64Uz4b2-uzk549ZlnSce4D1Eh4cubBhrKMWDqd7_q3QPz_hmaCYKmRkESqaKOyTZ6N5pZjhCd/s400/Ziggy" /><br /></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ziggy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">RIP</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;">/</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We were so shocked and saddened to hear that our dear friend Ziggy, Pedro's brother, suddenly took a trip to the Bridge a few days ago. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Pedro and his family are heartbroken and are going to miss Ziggy very much.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">If you haven't seen it, there is a beautiful tribute to Ziggy on their blog. Please stop over there and </span><a href="http://www.voteforpedrotheche.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">pay your respects to Pedro and his family</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:cyan;">.</span> Feel free to share my Candles for Ziggy on your blog.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428185241462698354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31lYik4rBroEI8pNlFnfm4T4Tq5sdgUOWvgH4aKW8LbmzcJjDqFgnapillxPFMrtThNZa9CTEShJJ2ksc0HeP_mjPAn23gv_90WP46FQHPOPbHGca1Z0DxGEAaL209ZQ5LIIziONaYl5n/s400/candles.jpg" /><strong>Candles for Ziggy</strong></span></span></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-18524845960107693672010-01-13T20:44:00.050-05:002010-03-07T11:03:13.591-05:00The Take-Me-Out Face<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><strong>January 15 /10</strong></span><br /><br /></span></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Temperatures around here have been dipping to a teeth-chattering -20° C. And you know what that means? It means that I practically have to beg to go outside, especially when I'd just been out an hour earlier.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Well, the other night I had a playdate with my friend Oakley. He's 11 and he's got lots of experience <strike>manipulating</strike> convincing his parents to do things they don't want to do. We wanted to go for a walk but my parents just moaned and groaned and sat there in a stupor.</span></div><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">But Oakley taught me a new trick: how to make <em>The</em> <em>Take-Me-Out F</em><em>ace</em> that's earned him zillions of walks his parents didn't want to go on.</span></div><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">"Observe," Oakley said. And he proceeded to give my parents the saddest look I have ever seen. I almost took him out myself, that's how sad he looked. I watched and waited ....</span></div><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426471530517523234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SVYakN9WfAb5qfQagC3Wxw4ZCivQ8Gbk6sS9mC_3UMVTqf9I13P2FrtHp6BCGjdFpA-czD23wNJtfXhJC0C6BEXxrgGS1yOMjoWdU-nPbMD0Vex2mBardCGZJL60hKqkfL7hpXRHOIZf/s400/Chef+and+Oakley+ask+for+a+walk.JPG" /> </span><br /></span></span><div><span style="color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Grasshopper ... ?? ... Anyway, I was sceptical. It was a great face and it might have gotten me out for a walk in the spring and fall, and definitely in the summer, but never late at night in the dead of a freezing cold winter. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Then Oakley told me to make the face all by myself. I gave it my best shot. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426854160912989266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJvkITxPvqfXNLVVlDzmgMQSVEuaEYds_ZSjX-H25NE2vzowg0TlhYaNxHMmaEh2Fj3RgJnIwOg5YVwu__CMWwdRAgSzntr4yXPgK3qMEDFqRQxiwRCS0hgHNEbmDJmhZe6a_KUY0qIcII/s400/Chef+and+Oakley+fantastic.JPG" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Well, I just wasn't prepared for what I heard next. A whole bunch of "aaawwws" - big ones, little ones, loud ones, quiet ones. Then to my complete amazement, Mama and Papa rose from their chairs and headed for the coat rack. </span></div><div><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426837277547476882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRnP9xvLxOyunJkBfH-JSt-UkMUFoiZzsYvp1DlCm-tpsuS3xPXj0ObvgIkwq2s78gQYCqJh2EnSmr_LRW5qN5jVUAd4xEZ66K451vnCRuABlIR9o6fyuVV7Cfvwthod2tJ_4-erEu4vx/s400/Chef+and+Oakley+it%27s+working.JPG" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Oh. My. God!!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Did I master the Take Me Out Face or what?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;">Look:</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bB8Z5JkIPSw&hl=en_US&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/bB8Z5JkIPSw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object></span></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="center"><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></span></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-54464728375875002712010-01-01T02:22:00.041-05:002010-03-09T00:57:52.101-05:00Happy 2010 !!<div align="left"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:georgia;color:#fff2cc;" ><strong>January 1 /10</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:white;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:yellow;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="font-size:130%;">~ <span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">HAPPY ~</span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;color:yellow;" >..¸.•'´::~ NEW YEAR! ~:: `'•.¸.. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:yellow;" >•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*<em>¨*</em>•</span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:yellow;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:yellow;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:yellow;" >It's 2010! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:yellow;" >..•*¨''*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•*¨''*•.¸¸♥..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:black;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" >As we say adiós to another year, and welcome a new year and a new decade, let's hope we all share a fantastic future, with each of us and our loved ones enjoying good health & happiness.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" >Let's pray also that all homeless animals find families to love and to love them. And that all puppy mills are shut down. And that we all remember to support our local shelters.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" >Let's also hope for enduring peace in the world.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" >Oh, and let's not forget to earn our cookies, chin tickles and belly rubs by being "good," although just being here makes us deserving enough, but, you know, our parents read these posts, so ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" ></span></div><div align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#fff2cc;" >Happy New Year, friends. I love you!</span></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-51869772751704030852009-12-27T16:30:00.036-05:002010-03-09T01:01:11.843-05:00A new trick<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>December 28 /09</strong><br /><br />Hey everyone. I taught my parents a new trick.<br />They toss a ball at me and I bounce it off my nose and they catch it. Then they toss it back and I hit it again. We send the ball back and forth until they can't catch it or they throw wrong.<br />It makes them laugh and give me cookies. So you may want to try it with your parents.<br /><br /><u>How to play</u><br />Make sure to use a soft ball so you don't hurt your snooter.<br />Sit close to the pitcher so the throws are fast and tight.<br /><br />Don't bonk the ball too hard. That sends them running after it laughing and squealing, and they could lose interest. Only do that when you don't want to play anymore - like when the game is cutting into your walk time, like here:<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='400' height='305' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwHgMfcoph7SkUHh6sYiTYu2XTcsUCKy5ZaHd4vHnW7w2dESQxusYBkDAGvJzKcjxSojagYOBdmvY4sXGqhfw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Ooops ... hey, what d'ya know? It's time for my walk ...</strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></span></span></div></strong><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">If they toss the ball too far, go after it but don't bring it back. Eventually they'll learn to throw properly.<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='373' height='323' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxSM65hN6FxAZxv71pDMPoH31HvQVivHR_iMQxiBiicauV1ciUJ6FzWGrjYklDznsVZ-W80DRrNftjOfT0rMA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><strong><span style="color:white;">... </span>Ooookay .... bye. </strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Here's a demonstration of a well-trained mom. Notice I had to bonk her on the nose to keep her alert.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">End the game when they stop paying attention.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">. </span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='396' height='339' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwVm1aAmWnIV3_6019PkjQbAYvBbO0La3q-bsI8eiw0U3do_yYbzumY65zCN9h-UyV-wptOvczu6F1DL55lCQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>What's with all that "good boy" stuff? </strong><strong>I'm just letting her think I'm performing a cute trick, when really, SHE is ... good girl, Mama ! </strong></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">When they've improved their game, take it outside to a bigger playing field. If they play well, reward them tail wags and continue the game. If they don't, ignore it and walk away. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br />And remember, play <strong>ONLY</strong> for treats. Otherwise, don't play. They'll catch on. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br />Have fun!<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-36940134628242511392009-12-15T16:18:00.106-05:002010-03-09T01:19:05.258-05:00Merry Christmas !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEDbPsMijG42wwPWgHr8At5SilmnYFFk1ZjtNrlvWPzdfFtABvo0SWdiUqC732zkxhyphenhyphen3jo2WqTc0zzpUIa8JDf75MeYOAGXE9Kl2hC2Ktxu6XOogE5mE_MDSLXuRSqtOqRgGmUrNMJO0s/s1600-h/Christmas+bell.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 60px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419980787494581122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEDbPsMijG42wwPWgHr8At5SilmnYFFk1ZjtNrlvWPzdfFtABvo0SWdiUqC732zkxhyphenhyphen3jo2WqTc0zzpUIa8JDf75MeYOAGXE9Kl2hC2Ktxu6XOogE5mE_MDSLXuRSqtOqRgGmUrNMJO0s/s200/Christmas+bell.gif" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>December 25 /09</strong><br /><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:red;"><strong>We Wish You a Merry</strong> </span>♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♪♫ <span style="color:red;"><strong>Christmas</strong></span> ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ <span style="color:red;"><strong>We Wish You a</strong> <strong>Merry</strong></span> ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ <span style="color:red;"><strong>Christmas</strong> </span>♥ ♥ ♥ <span style="color:red;"><strong>We Wish You A Merry</strong></span> ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ <span style="color:red;"><strong>Christmas</strong></span> ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ <span style="color:red;">... </span><span style="color:red;"><strong>and A Happy New Year</strong>!</span> ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ </span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423049779684627362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JSym2IlxfcjHSCcAS2FYL0up5RjMoc-cBlj1dbGdpGs-IghTTVmbFwaNoaSDbYhoCnu-7B8Z0Q4KDBjR9CA-5XUS25z4PVUXJDIp5LIxrNciAiRGtgWpvQnVzZnitARrzXR3NhbxN5OC/s400/Christmas+dogsanta.gif" />I hope you're all woofing it up and having a happy Christmas.<br />Thank you for your beautiful Christmas cards. You're all very special friends and I'm so happy to know you.<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000000;">,,..</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419311702269903170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYsdf86NKiI4X3qFQ-4tKKceCt7JnW2cQYjkUoeaLJO6e4MGP2wN_qvg_NHaMSmpu2lP7iigiTL4EV62pi4c3Zl7ezlGPrGkdH5VBkePDD7rPqOKXOOdpwX6X77_0a8BnrW1qYiJUKaBZ/s400/card+gaucho+angel+verdi.JPG" /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420664672074956578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwHcCd5pJtNH76frbnhJal1b2kqmnnPge89T22VnglVMwHYex7J2RHUPEdDrTUaTbSK1FsibGQA95Us9tA-C2UPOvuTHz4pZ7mvyBlBiQlmn0O5-7hep4AcCI-OISJKGzsYrUnVU8T50C/s400/card+lenny.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 437px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417874384957632962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2KUO_STntykZXWzq7vEGu0V1djl5HOTezdocnNfqj9us7KHf2X_YZebf12nMhbrKhjrTg4LgRmrJ8eGCzY7jdtBKqq08cD_q3p1O1mbdhP_htyhFBehai0Nru2TPxekEralQoWw6uIjP/s400/card+dalilah.JPG" /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;"> ,</span><br /></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417881885008612034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVMf1QJvatols40n6p5qiVeo5yPMQtmVd92Y3IXnYRp5XZl8PDt_6M5owIIJJWCJftzO7ny8jPILWWcaOYEJx1QF75TNBGcoJ87vmiID2idP8vGJkQwjhg7PEbXDWRr1jyeI09SwT2XNX/s400/CARD+boomer+and+bella.GIF" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418632145256318002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83YGksX-TQzioJydxFvfUtFuVJo_s2HHOikM_C4zL9dbC9LiXrdPIdi3d8dpcWyzGCOX6vH8eFzHRXVy7NNUegYr3A8M6hVfx1X4LVjl7BW9Rci1Ag7yj2axn_hrBCLjx-RLvEOONffbz/s400/card+Tucker+and+DAisy.JPG" /> <span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415644837415532626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWbbJsdBhuiRhAo3GrNXPCsZnNdRDCrTYF49Fw645rEZRL4fReMTIH0CER-c8pmsU0bjOthQZ89TrwmXWM8tSK3_-dCin_OTJNVOG5Wgb6rz_eNRYwyWNNnYpCoVzf6Hy_KLSDjC0Rlvn/s320/card+1.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910599513634786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb2TNYwy9Um_zyB8mXMDJoTUE4wByaGyK5dfGEoGxts5sMlA_-5UKqvuRnGioqGIsxuEYb5jZleAKoMcF78vh57AR3xXKXjuR1OgKCGkYiHA5jKjcPxv6Z5QBngVDeKPQ-HQOUhshwizct/s400/card+jan.JPG" /><br />e-card from Legacy Boxer Rescue: <span style="color:cyan;">[</span><a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1102890884756&s=6417&e=001VpTqPZdy97dsH_hc73a7ImKqNSLrQ3728kJZhZe1zfHpzm1fp7Ffuls9d_jTptzBUsURoC7o1MzIf-_nLKMZdRxfa1HKeaP8lXrGFGivLlwMOmqo4olZ_g==" target="_blank"><span style="color:cyan;">http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1102890884756&s=6417&e=001VpTqPZdy97dsH_hc73a7ImKqNSLrQ3728kJZhZe1zfHpzm1fp7Ffuls9d_jTptzBUsURoC7o1MzIf-_nLKMZdRxfa1HKeaP8lXrGFGivLlwMOmqo4olZ_g==</span></a><span style="color:cyan;">]</span><br /><br />ecard from Kirby;<span style="color:cyan;"> </span><a href="http://www.sloppykisscards.com/9h5dyzn3" target="_blank"><span style="color:cyan;">http://www.sloppykisscards.com/9h5dyzn3</span></a><br /><span style="color:#fff2cc;"><br /></span><br />ecard from Hoover: <a href="http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=2010864076851&source=jl999" target="_blank"><span style="color:cyan;">http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=2010864076851&source=jl999</span></a></div><br /><div>ecard from Twix, Alphonso and Teresa: <a href="http://www.sloppykisscards.com/ypv4h5fr" target="_blank"><span style="color:cyan;">http://www.sloppykisscards.com/ypv4h5fr</span></a><span style="color:cyan;"> </span></div><br /><div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Messages from:<br />Autumn :<br /><span style="color:cyan;">Stopping by to wish u a Merry Christmas and a wonderful holiday =D. May Christmas bring you lots of happiness and health.</span></div><div><span style="color:red;"><span style="color:cyan;">Autumn & </span></span><span style="color:cyan;">Mom</span><br /><br />Velcro:<br /><span style="color:cyan;">Chef,<br />Happy Holidays from me!!<br />Woof<br />Velcro</span></div><br /><div>Maverick:<br /><span style="color:cyan;">Harrr Chef. Hope ye have a Merry Christmas Harrr.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">And for those of you who didn't receive my card, here it is with my very best Christmas wishes.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419255178684553794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbcV1BUhp3MwJqMi0l9FGWG9wamcgjub3yZoKy-dc49Usf_lalALeVh0cPbEHkPf_TUSRbYONOetas0pxH1U3etRmkQ6nAMd4mmSWH9eiwcby4byPyfvY76YRSoCJioelROi47s8866sn/s400/Merry+Xmas+from+Chef.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339680780466870368.post-80819260532271525272009-12-13T23:55:00.038-05:002010-03-04T20:09:43.524-05:00Where are all the squirrels? I'm going nuts!<strong>December 15 /09</strong><br /><br />For a dog that really doesn't love winter, I sure am going on lots of walks lately. Yesterday I went out six times<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">!</span> And it wasn't because my family wanted to take me walking - I actually asked to go.<br /><div><span style="color:black;"><br /></span><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">And I have a very good reason - I've been looking for squirrels. </div><div align="left"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: black;color:black;" >.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I don't know about you but I just don't see them anymore. I've searched high and low but I can't find even one. And it's driving me nuts. What's a walk without a squirrel or two to chase up a tree? So I no sooner come home after a walk, and I ask to go out again an hour or two later. Needless to say, it's driving my parents nuts too.</div><div align="left"><span style="color:#444444;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Yeah, it's excessive. But I'm otherwise very good about going out. I never, ever wake anyone up to take me out. If my family wants to sleep, so will I. I know lots of dogs who wake their people up at the crack of dawn to go out. Not me. <strike>Not yet</strike>. So six walks later on isn't too much to ask for, right?</div><div align="left"><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;">.</span> </span><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#fff2cc;">Anyway, I find it so strange how the squirrels just seem to have disappeared. I wonder where they are. I often sit by the window waiting for them to show up in the back yard so I can jump against the window and bark and scare them away. But they just don't come. Funny, the same thing happened last winter, and the winter before that... hmm ... and the winter before that. What's going on??</span></div></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#444444;"><br /></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415289029810121362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtRu1O5px5EpU2WzNxoTeDyeWCkl9_UUen-rTjjtkaM3H9QbHAFAaVyURQv939ek8qGdEnjlrj0xyOig90uVEpVLBSA72ndzBeullHnz3prDtrDGEUqq0APVEcIgtMJXnN-lkwtYdclMv/s400/Dec.+09+4.JPG" /><br />I was thinking maybe they live up in the trees during the winter because if they stayed on the ground they'd be buried under the snow, and then how would they find anything to eat?? Then again, what could they possibly be eating on the treetops? Puzzling ...</div></div><div><br /><div></div><div>I bet my friend Dewey Dewster knows. He knows everything. </div><div><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:white;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415310965775596786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSPvLs3lb_j5dwEWeO0bgokQz-fHe5zrMKS02T2p9H7n5b3SDy6EmHzkcgIdwDdSgzkx-pkmkUuiH4Gb1Mj30WNg96iJhjUwlYEe0SPtMfQ7OstLHs7_eYE-vcdb4p0jwU0MIYEO76JHZ/s400/Dec.+09+9.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#444444;"><br /></span></div><div>Anyway, I was out doing errands in the car with Mama the other day and we passed the dog park. It was all covered with snow. I'm allowed to go to the park only when certain dogs are there, or when it's empty.. That's because some of the dogowners haven't taught their dogs to be sociable and there have been a couple of badboy brawls that landed me on the vet's table getting stitches.</div><div><span style="color:#444444;"><br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415313037974086274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnH14xB81IyVYfN-X3tCzAFA_nv0mbZ9AfdNyjSzbCY7EhcNb54SNhNtMAAwqMpKCDwyZc-i7ys8gIIkGXXeZoQJcoNqAHXkr3nMLUtsXPvWvifnEIHgCr1sk9uzDBuEIeqpow61VzYtL4/s400/dec.+09+1.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><strong>My dogpark. Are the squirrels hiding there?</strong><br /><strong><span style="color:black;">/</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Well, it sure looked empty to me. But did we stop? Noooooo. Mama was "too busy." Too busy? How can anyone be too busy to go to the dog park? Anyway, she promised that I will go very soon. I can't wait . Maybe the squirrels are hiding in the park. Heh.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><span style="color:black;"><br /></span><br /><div align="left"><div>Oh. By the way, the other day I had a bad case of dire-rear and I pooped out a plastic bag. I didn't eat for two days and I was lethargic. I didn't even want to play. So I got hauled off to the vet. She said I was ok and now I'm mostly back to normal. My parents don't know where I got the plastic bag (<span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">som</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">eone's leftover lunch in the garbage can at Papa's office - but shhh</span></em></span>) and I'm sure not telling them. But I'm feeling fine. Here I am playing with my toys again. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-08Tf7tP6okqZi0IrcS7_id9rhmaSqH9Uel5NdXIM0V7Y2PEAaq71uwlmovbu-xto5f_t3E5Mxfe04F71N1qJtLB_T_di88tMPkS7Ke17oRP_FNmZGID_xDVtbiEavXzh2tmQxp5hUP1h/s1600-h/Dec.+09+3.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325134341508562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-08Tf7tP6okqZi0IrcS7_id9rhmaSqH9Uel5NdXIM0V7Y2PEAaq71uwlmovbu-xto5f_t3E5Mxfe04F71N1qJtLB_T_di88tMPkS7Ke17oRP_FNmZGID_xDVtbiEavXzh2tmQxp5hUP1h/s200/Dec.+09+3.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh986dPXrLuFT_sbu7xTmVwYWfMSh8syu-Kt7gWeGeXOAGlFvFkbgHgreCUsXzq_YqTlck8ZpZ1ulGzYaOAk_tMwkT8Xks4qN4PaX2wsFrVyAdvcY6SU1KUiNRKkB_dUUQUoSajMZGgBuKt/s1600-h/Dec.09+3.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325218641928802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh986dPXrLuFT_sbu7xTmVwYWfMSh8syu-Kt7gWeGeXOAGlFvFkbgHgreCUsXzq_YqTlck8ZpZ1ulGzYaOAk_tMwkT8Xks4qN4PaX2wsFrVyAdvcY6SU1KUiNRKkB_dUUQUoSajMZGgBuKt/s200/Dec.09+3.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Also, I want to thank all of you who have been sending me Holiday cards. We're saving them to post on Christmas Day. See you then.</div><div></div></div></div>Chefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184934332803079768noreply@blogger.com15