tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29691471625268834322023-11-16T03:55:09.663-08:00Tuffy's Big BlogTuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-8380107944700715082011-08-21T16:50:00.000-07:002011-08-21T16:50:04.961-07:00Nana and a boo boo! The Dog Is In Trouble Again!<span style="font-size: large;">Our dog does the strangest things! I heard my man say, "Where in the world did this wood come from? How did the puppies get a stick in the house?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I thought, "Sticks?! I love sticks! The dog must have a stick. Wish I had a stick." Ahhh, a mystery. A challenge. Let me snoop around and see what I can find!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the dining room, I found it!</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUhxgYanv_X9A3DSmL-yfpUYF3I2Unr5xpGgJI1SfolahVySOWtIIWVmRsAIJXJxc9Z8bVTeynU0y4YTQzJjMcvLvw1e1IFQUXKF8BcOWXirs9ffwVaDSGwDJGBElJR8l60xcVEdU7S8/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUhxgYanv_X9A3DSmL-yfpUYF3I2Unr5xpGgJI1SfolahVySOWtIIWVmRsAIJXJxc9Z8bVTeynU0y4YTQzJjMcvLvw1e1IFQUXKF8BcOWXirs9ffwVaDSGwDJGBElJR8l60xcVEdU7S8/s400/060.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">The scene of the crime. The dog had actually removed a wooden spoon from the dishwasher when my lady wasn't looking! He snuck it into the dining room. For some reason, he <em>thinks</em> under the dining room table is a good hiding spot. Hmmph! Doesn't he realize <em>everybody </em>and <em>anybody</em> can see you when you go under the dining room table? A good hiding spot would be under a bed!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, not only had he stolen a wooden spoon. He had stolen my lady's favorite knife!</span><br />
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Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-71718378625234408452011-08-04T04:44:00.000-07:002011-08-04T04:44:11.871-07:00How to Stay Cool When It's 101 Degrees Outside<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAHyFp3LPSlwZAue4Ih7NmSAdGjnjtRGvf2dny6SkV76lMw2ihSZXk1BMh0UnaVpWYNP2qNhnFx1LUm8qsqdNd-J0CiW_beTgqq3CGp03U527r2fPcMXNPTy7QWxmSSWyx_qcTXFQNgQ/s1600/016+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAHyFp3LPSlwZAue4Ih7NmSAdGjnjtRGvf2dny6SkV76lMw2ihSZXk1BMh0UnaVpWYNP2qNhnFx1LUm8qsqdNd-J0CiW_beTgqq3CGp03U527r2fPcMXNPTy7QWxmSSWyx_qcTXFQNgQ/s400/016+%25282%2529.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi ya'll! Have you been outside lately? If so, then I don't need to tell you how hot it's been around here, but just for the record: 101 degrees was the high yesterday! The "low" this morning: 77 degrees. Folks, it's H O T ! ! ! So I thought it would be a good idea to teach everyone how to stay cool and keep yourself safe when it's scorching hot outside. Read carefully:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. First and foremost: stay inside and reeeeelax.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwn17atmbcL_jTx5MUufBk33LVOun3eObDlpFZnqmHPn8OguP_7dvFjDVLdxDKbxJ2IqjsAxbfOHdZPnK2itT4RDfM_7aRDoCD3S2IsMk5Jq8aNUqa_7flOSNN1olDoyLvzivwHft40s/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwn17atmbcL_jTx5MUufBk33LVOun3eObDlpFZnqmHPn8OguP_7dvFjDVLdxDKbxJ2IqjsAxbfOHdZPnK2itT4RDfM_7aRDoCD3S2IsMk5Jq8aNUqa_7flOSNN1olDoyLvzivwHft40s/s400/004.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">3. Chill out (aka take lots of naps). Even the dog knows to do this.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgcKqwKE0Tbr27kDE4LRuei7OpxmKgnKsM-EcXyKbp6pMsl3HsS8g2glIwNTs36ihi-9tqhdxPcH6b54ewarhp8owekfSkc_Any-bd9YKDS-S2S9a-96ArheWzAF5YhyIuGxY-p0NMdw/s1600/004+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgcKqwKE0Tbr27kDE4LRuei7OpxmKgnKsM-EcXyKbp6pMsl3HsS8g2glIwNTs36ihi-9tqhdxPcH6b54ewarhp8owekfSkc_Any-bd9YKDS-S2S9a-96ArheWzAF5YhyIuGxY-p0NMdw/s400/004+%25282%2529.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">4. Keep those potty breaks short and to the point. No dilly-dallying in this heat. Remember your lady or man is out there sweating while you do your business.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8j8vxqMsz1p8hyphenhyphenNzlknIfyiFAsw0vpNmVq7ZwkcDs20jYddYfvcoPetRrbypoyB2oRtNL2MrBHXpf0WOqUMHlVzEcZ4HwIfYu6_7dqrqy0h6szgrlJxAsKpoUX38jkzaBfLr7UN6ZOLU/s1600/034+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8j8vxqMsz1p8hyphenhyphenNzlknIfyiFAsw0vpNmVq7ZwkcDs20jYddYfvcoPetRrbypoyB2oRtNL2MrBHXpf0WOqUMHlVzEcZ4HwIfYu6_7dqrqy0h6szgrlJxAsKpoUX38jkzaBfLr7UN6ZOLU/s400/034+%25282%2529.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">5. If you have to go somewhere, keep that A.C. cranked up to full speed.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXu_az4-7cTNzIU69vDHOeH9rB-4FJwIE_hf2PUZLg0zIKvFE86mS6ruKGk4X4V0zCc8yXMEDiN1sN0jRHeYHfuYgT005mqdKJrIhB5dePYn4rRAZNsVDxNIHJs-Wecv9sGbIQRIuajc/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXu_az4-7cTNzIU69vDHOeH9rB-4FJwIE_hf2PUZLg0zIKvFE86mS6ruKGk4X4V0zCc8yXMEDiN1sN0jRHeYHfuYgT005mqdKJrIhB5dePYn4rRAZNsVDxNIHJs-Wecv9sGbIQRIuajc/s400/030.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">This one is good, too, but you have to wait for your lady or man to share with you. Whereas, you can help yourself to the ice/tea/coke if you pay close attention to when and where the man puts his glass down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">7. Finally, and this is only for the bold and daring, take a dip in the swimming pool. Guaranteed to chill you down.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-XY7RacYMgAxwmu7xdO3DEVxO0JFJjea7rUxlKoMYX54FmiNPkmmGbKJ0885_J-cBm6yIQsojUe2_eGae_Gq2AMIrMc5CkMB_prXgh8l6pygmvd-lPeY7ikaUroNnOiIW7rC_0cXy7wk/s1600/Tuffy+swims.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-XY7RacYMgAxwmu7xdO3DEVxO0JFJjea7rUxlKoMYX54FmiNPkmmGbKJ0885_J-cBm6yIQsojUe2_eGae_Gq2AMIrMc5CkMB_prXgh8l6pygmvd-lPeY7ikaUroNnOiIW7rC_0cXy7wk/s400/Tuffy+swims.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">And there you have it: my tips for keeping your cool until this summer heat is over. Hope you learned something. Stay cool!</span>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-78448412153740763112011-07-28T09:49:00.000-07:002011-07-28T09:50:07.632-07:00Good Stuff<span style="font-size: large;">Today I want to tell you about some good stuff my lady has cooked for me and the dog. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6Ke9IfKLyEIsvRB5aRy0F1v5yWgY5EPYwNPnOOLl_VWPMdXuTSoW21kDSUN9b9w-lIP_N57JwQ6nGIoXvEo01tLYBDo5iu3F7QuWUjq8SwpdyCjg4Bspj0wZkUPxUr5E2MCOL6V61Sw/s1600/imagesCA8K2IUK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6Ke9IfKLyEIsvRB5aRy0F1v5yWgY5EPYwNPnOOLl_VWPMdXuTSoW21kDSUN9b9w-lIP_N57JwQ6nGIoXvEo01tLYBDo5iu3F7QuWUjq8SwpdyCjg4Bspj0wZkUPxUr5E2MCOL6V61Sw/s400/imagesCA8K2IUK.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">My nieces' lady (you remember my nieces - Paris, Carly and Ella and their lady, Sarah) told my lady about a great cookbook for me and Toby. My lady got the book and we've tried a few of the recipes. For July, my lady made us Red, White and ol' Blue cookies. They were yummy! They had blueberries and strawberries and cinnamon in them, and she cut them out in the shape of stars. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We ate those yummy cookies until yesterday, when we gobbled down the last ones. So, do you know what my lady did today? She made more cookies!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Who knew that from this:</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtEQOMCfdXLAhKli6M0MNwn_swRFhei1Jzbz_-c1vSuwDm_UAX68BHwZQgBxSqFWC_NSRilknhHJhnwrChceOhwe1x6y7g6Yozdk57YPxVK-o2eN3DRj3HzorzvCr_KKm5oY5jnefkAtQ/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtEQOMCfdXLAhKli6M0MNwn_swRFhei1Jzbz_-c1vSuwDm_UAX68BHwZQgBxSqFWC_NSRilknhHJhnwrChceOhwe1x6y7g6Yozdk57YPxVK-o2eN3DRj3HzorzvCr_KKm5oY5jnefkAtQ/s400/010.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">my lady could make something as yummy as these:</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18vdj-RjoU2Rs6KB0G51a7TsFFbxiAUIWCzijO5IfuK0UC00v67aQA0VgID41CRX6WEVZldKveNzQbl-9iF7EELFBpkiJNb08rcDOIFOxQrpHCeCO9XqlKohcJGtEgPtwXleFkDxD5YU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18vdj-RjoU2Rs6KB0G51a7TsFFbxiAUIWCzijO5IfuK0UC00v67aQA0VgID41CRX6WEVZldKveNzQbl-9iF7EELFBpkiJNb08rcDOIFOxQrpHCeCO9XqlKohcJGtEgPtwXleFkDxD5YU/s400/006.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">These are called Flower Power cookies, and they have sunflower seeds in them! Yum, yum, yum!!! Wonder what kind of power these cookies are gonna give me? I hope I get the power to make the dog get out of my face every morning when I wake up!</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEk1hcTCb6YhU66jbx9Yap1bcmCfYvw7hj4O-_t7da223NFZEjGnvQoN45FjWDW_CMr-bqI5ufY4pK3w5xxDmk4gIFIPW6Zlt3uRXg1aeSs-Z-c04Gf5RTC0zV-oWtbMESnbqy3gkYrFI/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEk1hcTCb6YhU66jbx9Yap1bcmCfYvw7hj4O-_t7da223NFZEjGnvQoN45FjWDW_CMr-bqI5ufY4pK3w5xxDmk4gIFIPW6Zlt3uRXg1aeSs-Z-c04Gf5RTC0zV-oWtbMESnbqy3gkYrFI/s400/014.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Look at this flower:</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajj4aT1QRYr3knEFilKTZCROSluUMHKZlgCy8E77ot99fwjqE00u1bG3IKdTZaymiS9tx4E_CcNhg_OA-t2DG_Ig4gRqxbKtTE4sHNfrBVeY-itxao-6XoPdoh6ycQ7at7vyq4l9qbcU/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajj4aT1QRYr3knEFilKTZCROSluUMHKZlgCy8E77ot99fwjqE00u1bG3IKdTZaymiS9tx4E_CcNhg_OA-t2DG_Ig4gRqxbKtTE4sHNfrBVeY-itxao-6XoPdoh6ycQ7at7vyq4l9qbcU/s400/009.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Can you see the seeds? The birds have already gobbled a bunch of the seeds. I had noticed that the birds were always fluttering around these dead flowers, but I never dreamed there was such yummy stuff there!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">How many days is it till we try a new treat? Wonder what it will be? Keep reading my blog and I'll be sure to let you know.</span>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-27712705706718552282011-07-20T13:01:00.000-07:002011-07-20T13:01:02.763-07:00Wednesday Stills<span style="font-size: large;">Remember Sunday Stills? If not, scroll back a couple of posts and read up on 'em. Well, I liked Sunday Stills so much, yesterday I decided a Wednesday Still would be quite nice.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeAAXKfTurHknmWIUT1QiYwIACmyUagdzdcWNcGpfv2z_61PkqHFLVxdMLr7lI2M5jvY0tNWemqIvXui73a1IqILfKjOvB3ajMIiHGnsbeMecOVlIAMX_7P846R0vl-fL1YJMqnn3wkY/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeAAXKfTurHknmWIUT1QiYwIACmyUagdzdcWNcGpfv2z_61PkqHFLVxdMLr7lI2M5jvY0tNWemqIvXui73a1IqILfKjOvB3ajMIiHGnsbeMecOVlIAMX_7P846R0vl-fL1YJMqnn3wkY/s400/002.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Obviously, it was a good idea. You might want to try it. A Thursday Still work work just fine.</span>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-84692015652976582772011-06-18T16:11:00.000-07:002011-06-18T16:19:27.083-07:00The Dog Is Driving Me Crazy!<span style="font-size: large;">All over a little thunder. As Charlie Brown said, "Oh, good grief!" Every time we have a little thunder (or a lot of thunder), the dog goes absolutely insanely crazy! How? you may be asking. He barks! and barks and barks and barks and barks! Last Wednesday he barked for six hours straight! No exageration. I thought I was going to have to put him out of the house. So today, here we went again. Now my lady loves storms, so if she's home when a storm comes along, she usually wants to sit out on the porch, and you know I have to go sit with her. Besides, if I'm honest with you, I have to admit I am a little afraid of thunder. So if you're afraid of something, what's the logical action to take? Seek protection and comfort with your lady or your man.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguS_4sbKHM6MHf_k43LcHG6ju7xQV11rjHcMaNRzJCAu0xeCr1cBOHG2ZqiEjlW087jlqiXWjlqgbQ3fbarx_-nFgcO37OO1FMP_YSQn4oJS6m5zvaKlS0KptquCgjcXtR3Ic8P1OjJus/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguS_4sbKHM6MHf_k43LcHG6ju7xQV11rjHcMaNRzJCAu0xeCr1cBOHG2ZqiEjlW087jlqiXWjlqgbQ3fbarx_-nFgcO37OO1FMP_YSQn4oJS6m5zvaKlS0KptquCgjcXtR3Ic8P1OjJus/s400/079.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">And for added protection and security, if you can wedge yourself in between your person and the side of the chair, do so. Just so you'll know what to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now, the dog? I don't know if he's scared or just plain crazy, but if you want to see how he behaves during a storm, just watch this little video clip:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.valeriesgardenofthoughts.blogspot.com/">A Garden of Thoughts</a>, called Sunday Stills. It's a group thing in which she participates. You might want to check it out. In the meantime, I do Sunday Stills, too.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7sSt88eQ7TJSlC9eaokRtzfnO-0pDZV58-kfo9qM2NKh8PHXx8YHsb6L8jM3HHwH91CgtH9-oD1RplVQuMeP9oQJh67OuOdgcQmqwi5IGKjy9hBeYC5xJu6VCK2V3lA_hhPYmAUGhQw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7sSt88eQ7TJSlC9eaokRtzfnO-0pDZV58-kfo9qM2NKh8PHXx8YHsb6L8jM3HHwH91CgtH9-oD1RplVQuMeP9oQJh67OuOdgcQmqwi5IGKjy9hBeYC5xJu6VCK2V3lA_hhPYmAUGhQw/s400/002.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Every Sunday. On this pillow. On this couch. </span>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-31172911279762050402011-06-05T12:30:00.000-07:002011-06-05T12:30:53.028-07:00The Pampered Chef (aka my lady) Cooks for Me (and the dog)<span style="font-size: large;">Wow! and Yummy! My lady made me and the dog a real treat today! They are cookies, but they are cheeseburgers. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6n1mvuR9NBX1qbHz8gGl-K4GNZ1MAzmQMIXQWsGYgAA3KUGNutG5XShlMn2tLb4sER4_wT4JpRNcK9UtEDFdZ7lkFS_GsP5tyINBEL9FcDk7qIntB8622g_H8W1USI2mm7wAoPlQzrg/s1600/084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6n1mvuR9NBX1qbHz8gGl-K4GNZ1MAzmQMIXQWsGYgAA3KUGNutG5XShlMn2tLb4sER4_wT4JpRNcK9UtEDFdZ7lkFS_GsP5tyINBEL9FcDk7qIntB8622g_H8W1USI2mm7wAoPlQzrg/s400/084.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">It all started when I noticed the dog was carrying on about something in the kitchen. Silly dog! </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDCO3n41irrQF1wCcAsY4kOXH6sFjo2YoBHs_OGlU_OkEWwkgdWkpXAexVFw3ap7ZSN3dRWnP8VYY6KNAJ0gi0vFdU90qUulrqvuIJxo2nGbQ5U4GBsl6MauBvMhmAVkqdLgwo-dINew/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDCO3n41irrQF1wCcAsY4kOXH6sFjo2YoBHs_OGlU_OkEWwkgdWkpXAexVFw3ap7ZSN3dRWnP8VYY6KNAJ0gi0vFdU90qUulrqvuIJxo2nGbQ5U4GBsl6MauBvMhmAVkqdLgwo-dINew/s400/072.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">He thinks every time she cooks it must be for him. So he goes in there and lurks around, bumps the cabinets, jumps up and tries to see what's on the counter. You get the idea. Well, he kept on and kept on until I figured I better check it out. After all, I didn't want to miss any thing.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0JvRUVTUFvapmFCCSdIaN3ojUW8puoXc5levUrmqdC8xumF9fCtQUaR3SFfWktTsVUDA2Nw2Zix2H8UyGkAIYSYHP2H5GxPX6HhE1pv2_-lTYIGm4LirwQNApreKlbtlKJ4WDvKkru0Y/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0JvRUVTUFvapmFCCSdIaN3ojUW8puoXc5levUrmqdC8xumF9fCtQUaR3SFfWktTsVUDA2Nw2Zix2H8UyGkAIYSYHP2H5GxPX6HhE1pv2_-lTYIGm4LirwQNApreKlbtlKJ4WDvKkru0Y/s400/080.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Yep! She was cookin' and man oh man it was smellin' wonderful - -</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">kind of like hamburgers. Well, while the dog kept an eye on the lady, I returned to couch with my man. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, she just kept on cookin'. Little did I know!! Here's how she did it:</span><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: #20124d; font-size: x-large;">Grillin' and Chillin'</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 cup o</span><span style="font-size: large;">at flour </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">1 cup potato flour</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">1 cup shredded low-fat cheddar cheese</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">1 cup lean ground beef</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">1 6-oz. can tomato paste</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">2 tablespoons sesame seeds</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">1 tablespoon dried parsley</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">1/4 teaspoon garlic powder</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">1 egg</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">3/4 cup water</span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">Using her microwave pot, she browned the ground beef and chopped it up with her special chopper (also from Pampered Chef - read the title of this post).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRuK80IPEC33-qDRnRLV0mpcG_D9lnkrEm24QmdjAn7TmuQm-BFHRwhoeXyvr3BS1VnnigwhcaXDkj2n8a3f8LkhhJVcJh2uE6VhmAfrKiEtKKeVHKy0iOyntq99OcEX585Th-emJG4Y/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRuK80IPEC33-qDRnRLV0mpcG_D9lnkrEm24QmdjAn7TmuQm-BFHRwhoeXyvr3BS1VnnigwhcaXDkj2n8a3f8LkhhJVcJh2uE6VhmAfrKiEtKKeVHKy0iOyntq99OcEX585Th-emJG4Y/s400/074.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">Next she stirred in the everything else except the sesame seeds.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVai9-JxlUnkFbXGmD7uO_1UdvkYzkAJi25Bg2cQ6RDXtEaIAy7vAqlZCCr2MpjudWQUmXi6wSMnkJhy5oBQAnabGf0tjWMWpi__0mP4i2ZFta4EoothUbLiVyTJL79u8nbDQga29KRE/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVai9-JxlUnkFbXGmD7uO_1UdvkYzkAJi25Bg2cQ6RDXtEaIAy7vAqlZCCr2MpjudWQUmXi6wSMnkJhy5oBQAnabGf0tjWMWpi__0mP4i2ZFta4EoothUbLiVyTJL79u8nbDQga29KRE/s400/081.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">She stirred it all up really, really good.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xjx553ybZBLBoRD_n0YJmjv9s201ExfWBlbcMhzVzVzlUhv0g02VlowlegaI9FMc7IXc9F2TJh4WeFQfCWQvsnuKlf2KHGFScE1vYBTQaS68aT4YJnoUf0-kkj1m2BfYz5s-nNmF3Qo/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xjx553ybZBLBoRD_n0YJmjv9s201ExfWBlbcMhzVzVzlUhv0g02VlowlegaI9FMc7IXc9F2TJh4WeFQfCWQvsnuKlf2KHGFScE1vYBTQaS68aT4YJnoUf0-kkj1m2BfYz5s-nNmF3Qo/s400/082.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">The she got out the ice cream scoop! No kiddin'! She used that little tiny Pampered Chef ice cream scoop to scoop out little globs of the mixed up stuff. She put them on a big baking pan.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYdfWwog2ScQVew-eafjh_0lhm0Ir3KNXCWmI6ztZehpn-r7nVBYlLP6t3mH621nZZFoAuTCF20Jn2sATU9v7x7F-0kKtd0OqPCvoSt40EeAlQfkwqzqiZU4MOP-uy3RB92gUcF2pzok/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYdfWwog2ScQVew-eafjh_0lhm0Ir3KNXCWmI6ztZehpn-r7nVBYlLP6t3mH621nZZFoAuTCF20Jn2sATU9v7x7F-0kKtd0OqPCvoSt40EeAlQfkwqzqiZU4MOP-uy3RB92gUcF2pzok/s400/083.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">Next she dipped her fingers in water and flattened out the little blobs so that they looked just like little hamburgers. Finally she sprinkled them with sesame seeds (because they're good for us, she said). Man, I was absolutely drooling by the time these things came out of the oven. I decided I better get back in the kitchen and see what was happening.</span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">After the "burgers" had been in the oven (@ 350 degrees) for 15 minutes, she took them out and put them on a wire rack. We couldn't eat any until they cooled. I didn't think she'd EVER get finished with those burgers.</span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, and at long last, the little burger cookies were ready and my lady and my man were ready to go out to lunch. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! TREAT TIME ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! </span></div><div align="left"><br />
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</div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-14770355290297976022011-05-13T13:02:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:02:11.972-07:00A Terrible Thing Has Happened to the Dog<span style="font-size: x-large;">Every Thursday or Friday, I go to see Bernie. She's my groomer. She bathes me, trims my hair, cleans me up really good. I don't particularly <em>like </em>going to Bernie's and having all this rigamarole done to me, but it keeps my lady happy, so you do whatcha gotta do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">This Thursday was no different (or so I thought). My man took me to the groomer, and I heard my lady saying that she and the dog would be leaving soon to take him to <em>his </em>groomer. I should take a moment to explain why he doesn't go to Bernie. It's because Bernie refuses to groom him. He went to her once, he tried to bite her, and she said, "Never again." He really shouldn't have tried that with her. She's really a sweet lady. Anyway . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Now, a trip to the groomer doesn't really change anything. This is me <em>before</em> visiting Bernie:</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZpY_xX5k6Lj3Ptet_iqyCnn7zGq6Tu0r5GPTtmKfMicddanJvWi_f0mWp5kqBC87_qoXqlHjuFyUddwVF-kk3eOfazFCOuLkOAtjvEqLHwhJ3WVDT6yPqtqrti5KkOjzS1d5raTxFx0/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZpY_xX5k6Lj3Ptet_iqyCnn7zGq6Tu0r5GPTtmKfMicddanJvWi_f0mWp5kqBC87_qoXqlHjuFyUddwVF-kk3eOfazFCOuLkOAtjvEqLHwhJ3WVDT6yPqtqrti5KkOjzS1d5raTxFx0/s400/046.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">and this is me just got home from the groomer.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJsbecsThfUylpfr7lIvBhRebk66Nr745m0oNR4df8kuUAQFe20A_3QLfYQH34Mul4ktnn8phSR-gk1P8-TNiI1c7quasVg75rEgCpaRxwAJ1GzfhQ8CBnB44paI5WDP_z6kc9PA6ySo/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJsbecsThfUylpfr7lIvBhRebk66Nr745m0oNR4df8kuUAQFe20A_3QLfYQH34Mul4ktnn8phSR-gk1P8-TNiI1c7quasVg75rEgCpaRxwAJ1GzfhQ8CBnB44paI5WDP_z6kc9PA6ySo/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">See? No big deal. What you <em>can't</em> tell by looking at my pictures is that right before I go to see Bernie, I get a little, how shall we say, b.o. (body odor). A bath is the only solution. So off I go every Thursday. Now, the dog is another story. Amazingly enough, he doesn't have b.o. Only dog I've ever known of that didn't smell like a dog. So, he only has to go to his groomer once a month. You see, he has a different kind of problem: TONS and TONS of HAIR!!! If he doesn't get brushed out regularly he gets mats (ooo, I hate mats) and when that happens my lady starts snip-snip-snipping. And the dog hates THAT. So this Thursday was the day, and off he went. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Later that day, I came home and boy, oh boy, was I in for a shock. Something <strong><em><u>B. A. D.</u></em></strong> happened at the dog's groomer this time. I actually stopped and did a double-take when I saw it.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDT5Tscbdpxij64cUdmAu-6x8K0vxdY4FgTHuC-C_5KXSOv_2nQYMF24oR1j9yJsv3_Ytjpxxu-cw6MfX6BdwNPJFWPn1KFyKNOXypj0yhkl0E5fbZFiT3AFuh7qGrqmzANGeaenapIkI/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDT5Tscbdpxij64cUdmAu-6x8K0vxdY4FgTHuC-C_5KXSOv_2nQYMF24oR1j9yJsv3_Ytjpxxu-cw6MfX6BdwNPJFWPn1KFyKNOXypj0yhkl0E5fbZFiT3AFuh7qGrqmzANGeaenapIkI/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">It was like, oh my goodness, I don't even know how to tell you. I feel so sorry for the big guy. This has to be <em>the</em> most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him. Well, I guess the best thing to do is just let you see for yourself:</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf53iWvtsVU1LPUw-I6Z1WZ3mnJS7e1ZJMCTs-XMw8BEMScKAyhjQTitcUYs_RRq12YXydH2xRT8gUXImdojccHeO0YOR3X4gvh4iWCMJRlOoqCw9urDMYmlSi5F849iMxpy77m0JwIU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf53iWvtsVU1LPUw-I6Z1WZ3mnJS7e1ZJMCTs-XMw8BEMScKAyhjQTitcUYs_RRq12YXydH2xRT8gUXImdojccHeO0YOR3X4gvh4iWCMJRlOoqCw9urDMYmlSi5F849iMxpy77m0JwIU/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Somebody really messed up with the scissors, if you ask me. He looks horrible, don't you agree? My man said, "Toby, what'd they do to you, boy? You look like you left your pants at the groomers." My lady thinks he looks like a lion, except for the fact that no lion I ever saw has all that hair on his front legs. She says they should have shaved his front legs, too, if they were gonna do that to him. Poor guy.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6Xyjid4h_UgRSeYE4OU3oCfVCX86L5JjU3nXeRxjoDsgl7rT9eqGVJ9FPdz10HEiVSMus5ANlEbvSFOmG02E4FGD-du0poTaa54EfHU8h60ulVqOlFw2acbCPPUYTSb4Aic3Q1L3zFc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6Xyjid4h_UgRSeYE4OU3oCfVCX86L5JjU3nXeRxjoDsgl7rT9eqGVJ9FPdz10HEiVSMus5ANlEbvSFOmG02E4FGD-du0poTaa54EfHU8h60ulVqOlFw2acbCPPUYTSb4Aic3Q1L3zFc/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">And he just acts like nothing has happened!!!!! I've told you before, the dog has no sense of dignity whatsoever. He looked at me like, "What's <em>your</em> problem?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">And just to prove my point:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I didn't think so. Thank God hair grows back. This has got to be some kind of award-winning bad hair day.</span>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-51131664400224420252011-05-08T15:56:00.000-07:002011-05-08T15:57:30.483-07:00My Man Rescues Me Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwYTZ3wgy1hFewwlNs9zGu2S8mSTRXIz-d-XErizjQdgnb09vYEbE0oamc5SHVL8p028bVInB-NyBhD4n2paURqbKju_yj-F146_sHJlaRfNhi0mfmpxGuwhXw9OUEKPyTJyNpShlTfVg/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwYTZ3wgy1hFewwlNs9zGu2S8mSTRXIz-d-XErizjQdgnb09vYEbE0oamc5SHVL8p028bVInB-NyBhD4n2paURqbKju_yj-F146_sHJlaRfNhi0mfmpxGuwhXw9OUEKPyTJyNpShlTfVg/s400/032.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;">Food in a bag? Please tell me no.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHASH9LdEePl5OyIJUibDB9WVLHT3RvFZ8KGYxbqCyR4aNXcXBGkx7zRt2bTSqip9ve_FbWxa-peB0OfoTO4O51NHIMYHtX1i-xXKgkiosGJpkEWVl6iOZPDesZirRp4Da4lL2AwKWdK4/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHASH9LdEePl5OyIJUibDB9WVLHT3RvFZ8KGYxbqCyR4aNXcXBGkx7zRt2bTSqip9ve_FbWxa-peB0OfoTO4O51NHIMYHtX1i-xXKgkiosGJpkEWVl6iOZPDesZirRp4Da4lL2AwKWdK4/s400/031.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Treats in a bag. Please, please, pleeeeeeeaaaaasssseee tell me this is NOT happening again.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIj7Oqj1hwAz1zNWf6UXOqsR8-fzvJiEPhtxOSUgDILFHbJkKW843D0aQoxaC3q5KLw2acP8G01p8b3LWSAitomLp-LcBtBO_OWavdEfywCT24FVMA49wBzA7FOxwujzu6d0lyYzTIwuM/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIj7Oqj1hwAz1zNWf6UXOqsR8-fzvJiEPhtxOSUgDILFHbJkKW843D0aQoxaC3q5KLw2acP8G01p8b3LWSAitomLp-LcBtBO_OWavdEfywCT24FVMA49wBzA7FOxwujzu6d0lyYzTIwuM/s400/033.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Oh nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! My bed!!!! Now I <strong><em><u>know</u></em></strong> my people are going somewhere, and so am I. This can't be good. I had a bad feeling when my lady brought up her suitcase. That's never a good sign. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First we delivered the dog to Michael Jones's house, so I knew he didn't get to go with them this time. Then they took me to Bernie's. But, thank goodness, this time they only stayed gone 23 hours and 45 minutes. (Bernie says dogs can't tell time, but we all know I'm not a dog and I certainly can tell time.) My man <strong><em><u>always</u></em></strong> comes back for me.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Rd9YFWT3uY8HnoTu7hqULrwJhR3ym_qEvs9J1bJM24OMbWVnAXH46EvlNcLnsbTy5SHRHOMlMG417U0PV53dpynZ0wUPSWoKSfbwlx3xNSB1JvL2AQL5lPfAi-s5rehQB8PUA0oZe78/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Rd9YFWT3uY8HnoTu7hqULrwJhR3ym_qEvs9J1bJM24OMbWVnAXH46EvlNcLnsbTy5SHRHOMlMG417U0PV53dpynZ0wUPSWoKSfbwlx3xNSB1JvL2AQL5lPfAi-s5rehQB8PUA0oZe78/s400/031.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">After I greeted my man at the door, I had to dash back inside to be sure Bernie was bringing my bed out. Whew! There it was. All was good. Then . . .</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziBWUrub8JAqXtRw89nIhbfdXyqem-0mZzqfJwq1-mAbfNPJ5GO5lHPt4eFNy0AASHVWC-sDnJcGkPAuwXMuNf53yqvuWz0aMnB4dAkw8KPWFJ06iLwe_yALr99zUrq_I6pM5JE9TRqc/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziBWUrub8JAqXtRw89nIhbfdXyqem-0mZzqfJwq1-mAbfNPJ5GO5lHPt4eFNy0AASHVWC-sDnJcGkPAuwXMuNf53yqvuWz0aMnB4dAkw8KPWFJ06iLwe_yALr99zUrq_I6pM5JE9TRqc/s400/032.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I realized the dog was in the truck. Oh boy, why couldn't they have picked me up first? Now he's gonna want to say hello with a snoop and a lick. Oh, alright, I admit it: I'm even glad to see that they've remembered to pick him up. After all, Michael Jones has four!!! other dogs. I could hear them yap, yap, yapping when we dropped the dog off at their house. Yuck! Then, we're getting in the truck:</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dOR1_8dWnPdqqgFPIxvdRoS8dYT2k-4Qv5Il7ClHFOuALPktvQwCyn8Z4bbk9pkW9RpUtotHMNrVsZFGuowJDXn6gGpyW1svfKxx2nzSl82sFbAjne2AQUZlxiRr-H6VQyNNEWcVE7g/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dOR1_8dWnPdqqgFPIxvdRoS8dYT2k-4Qv5Il7ClHFOuALPktvQwCyn8Z4bbk9pkW9RpUtotHMNrVsZFGuowJDXn6gGpyW1svfKxx2nzSl82sFbAjne2AQUZlxiRr-H6VQyNNEWcVE7g/s400/034.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">and sure enough, there he is sticking his pointy snout in my face (and other places that shall remain un-named - gross!). Then,</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07900uUJdYMMLj4-ZKEk5T90JCuPkY9TvfhfFlyeR0cP84K3-_YgeWf4KsH3ycCH9tsWfT_G9JXqEU-io_voNgJ-R9QQ6UR08SSuzrA9HM4RXKyG99f1OdOPQH5F_pa4fj8vjVWMwQoE/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07900uUJdYMMLj4-ZKEk5T90JCuPkY9TvfhfFlyeR0cP84K3-_YgeWf4KsH3ycCH9tsWfT_G9JXqEU-io_voNgJ-R9QQ6UR08SSuzrA9HM4RXKyG99f1OdOPQH5F_pa4fj8vjVWMwQoE/s400/039.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I check to make sure all my stuff is still in the truck, and it is. You see, all my man's and my business cards and stuff are kept in the truck. We take them with us everywhere we go.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyQaYFPW9-RXQTy89SV3YS3bXrHTeUf-jjPynEFSDLVN6t4lv4QktUgs5yTjRKIL238tU2Z9vl0zVFvFK_q3MLztBn2nu1j_1k63pcPzJrrl_j7scZcphypmJPRg4vSg1v3qwVQkzdvg/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyQaYFPW9-RXQTy89SV3YS3bXrHTeUf-jjPynEFSDLVN6t4lv4QktUgs5yTjRKIL238tU2Z9vl0zVFvFK_q3MLztBn2nu1j_1k63pcPzJrrl_j7scZcphypmJPRg4vSg1v3qwVQkzdvg/s400/038.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">And finally, it's time to hit the road and get us back home. Here we go, and of course, I got to drive. Because, really, have you ever known of a <strong><em><u>dog</u></em></strong> driving? Of course not.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJ7QCzVRh3fW2E1mvOCPyHCBDifs6acq1JDeLxu6uOMgxpPgShJKo-nQyRkJ4vswbOW2xduWG21sY2V9FtpQSxzTOF5pjb-lwZEWnoF77wJ5aCNp67k1738DpffYQyRsCmjaOU5vT5tQ/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJ7QCzVRh3fW2E1mvOCPyHCBDifs6acq1JDeLxu6uOMgxpPgShJKo-nQyRkJ4vswbOW2xduWG21sY2V9FtpQSxzTOF5pjb-lwZEWnoF77wJ5aCNp67k1738DpffYQyRsCmjaOU5vT5tQ/s400/037.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">And at long last, home sweet home.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFckLTwKnpEkSLo1MzpSLRqYYSq3OXeARWYoA9rKjHBXgxTpOV8WZJHkdymlKUoQpOZPwIiG6_sNvBvN8kQ4i87uDIhI00va_lEpCLofd8CIxuwZxu23gjbozG_YoUyAGhazps0G0XwBs/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFckLTwKnpEkSLo1MzpSLRqYYSq3OXeARWYoA9rKjHBXgxTpOV8WZJHkdymlKUoQpOZPwIiG6_sNvBvN8kQ4i87uDIhI00va_lEpCLofd8CIxuwZxu23gjbozG_YoUyAGhazps0G0XwBs/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I hope we're not going any where else any time soon. </span>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-80342740744625764982011-05-07T07:47:00.001-07:002011-05-07T08:22:24.704-07:00Now He's Done It<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRdh2lSdPHwAhN9JNzOKMBzcVnJsdin0yhIyLQvX-m3-LuDPOwP0BbmGOIfnYeeHHr0zVKfROQ51TBOe3e2BI5gzje1qHSOadMNgyqd_VY6oTanzhKLlKkxWA1rgjJbAAAOtbrSH7L64/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603994024647400018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRdh2lSdPHwAhN9JNzOKMBzcVnJsdin0yhIyLQvX-m3-LuDPOwP0BbmGOIfnYeeHHr0zVKfROQ51TBOe3e2BI5gzje1qHSOadMNgyqd_VY6oTanzhKLlKkxWA1rgjJbAAAOtbrSH7L64/s400/022.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">While lounging in the living room with my lady one recent spring morning (Man! I love it when she doesn't go to work!), she and I were both startled to hear my man yelling, "Vaaalerieeee!" (my lady's name). She quickly placed me on the floor and dashed for the back porch door. Well, that was super weird for two reasons: (1) We both thought he had left for work, actually heard him drive away, and (2) my man never, and I mean N E V E R raises his voice. So when he yelled her name, I thought, "Uh-oh. She must have really done something bad wrong! I better go hide." But I couldn't resist finding out what all the commotion was about. So followed her. Somehow she knew! She dashed right out the back door and off the through the porch door to retrieve - you guessed it! -</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">T H E D O G !!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">And I could not believe my eyes!!!!! Here came my man, carrying the dog out in front of him as if to say, "Yuck, come get this animal before he gets me wet and dirty!" </span></div><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603990362780626066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjELO1eb9QRwRY5iUsgKxcMbx9vU191Tip1e8zVyUJIibwcG65lSxL_-pWOvmsj2esUY-8MLU9P-RR9nlWigSQsrGL6rA5RHvAphZV01CxiRwBVofMSrKmVwVVtfhyphenhyphenSiser6JrpoUs_0/s400/010.JPG" /><span style="font-size:180%;">That crazy dog had jumped, yes I said JUMPED!! through, yes I said THROUGH!!! the screen on the back porch to chase!!! my man as he drove off to work.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603988247911585842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhUjjCqIMnV-_pZwV7hKEuhSoK8bMT2LPh1HgOcKDFPjb60XXrbmpgJfUbBmLnj61p_FJ9ruAO3nVdK9__T0Uj4uqirienwK3ENXY5wKxk1fNDxsD0JTpmGU6-YC0hdHT0K2kac4QxUg/s400/001+%25283%2529.JPG" /></span></div><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">My man was N O T happy about this. You see, not too many months after my lady brought the dog here to live, my man put brand-new screening on our back porch. Then one day, a friend of ours showed up at the house pulling a trailer. Well, for some reason none of us will ever understand, the dog went berserck!!! It seems he has a "thing" about trailers because everytime one travels up or down our driveway he goes absolutely insane crazy! I've never seen anything like it. It doesn't matter who it is or what they're pulling, the dog absolutely freaks out about trailers. And my man pulls trailers a lot. He's a very busy, hard-working man. Sometimes this trailer:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603989824229867778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV59kTT9DjZg_ip1L4dNXK6wqSjaEiIltaICcLdpeCMdos65onQrKWHfZmUQMhT7eE-6HMSejiKRpjF5cz0duQ6pNLV9RWveqnbINP1avRRaprJh4nKzTpuF81bOk4u1AMxs1xaeFzws4/s400/001.JPG" /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Sometimes this trailer</span>:</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603987878999426018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRqU4IelqqL7fS9Q05-EZDxrm3nNt6xpmu0_5m6Xb-M92hWKryPIh0bt_XX5vE2BalQWjkbUWBK7oi0aqRgnTGgEYzq8s6XIbDqGOSRvTMbx6eGYgjbJw5JqDWJjk77Au-i560jyChGc/s400/DSC03037.JPG" /><span style="font-size:180%;">or the lawn-mower trailer, or any kind of trailer.</span></div></div><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">The porch screen is quite a bone of contention (get it? bone? dog bone? shape of the dog's treats, not mine, though, because obviously, I am N O T a dog) between my man and the dog. The dog tore up both corners of the screen right after my man had just put that new screen in. Now, two years later, my man is still threatening to replace the torn screen and says that the dog can no longer go out on the porch. Every time he says this, I think, "Ha ha, dog, you're gonna get put in your place!" The dog </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">L O V E S going out on the porch. He hangs out there every time he can. He even asks to go out there all the time. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">As I've mentioned before, the dog is . . . well, a dog. If it looks like a dog, smells like a dog, sheds like a dog, and behaves like a dog, you guessed it! It's a dog. What more can we expect. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Now where was I? Oh yes, relaxing in the lady's lap.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603987479738773170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmtxuuqjVTRTmIFU0BDTWvCi9nyx7-iHZ9TlfRfnZiw2tDXOSJhWBYuZvWIiYpK2FK9Bksn5BUqBWbnApZmkriUhVDrBoF02m5wYlj8zDc9hqSDcNyUAiD93X81Ir8UxvlnzmuKF9m-c/s400/009.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-42636175372670420812011-04-04T17:59:00.000-07:002011-04-04T18:58:56.474-07:00There's No Place Like Home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBfWQc0ugYWJixVONArS7I0H99guxCJ_mSucYQuacve6EPDrU3Me_tQIVYlY9A2ZRZn8zIaylXmbfor8yQphkYzXxOkEZzvPEAN_MwArkNx2H0PmosSzSQZhevOyyqqrM726K8H18Lf8/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591904762460736338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBfWQc0ugYWJixVONArS7I0H99guxCJ_mSucYQuacve6EPDrU3Me_tQIVYlY9A2ZRZn8zIaylXmbfor8yQphkYzXxOkEZzvPEAN_MwArkNx2H0PmosSzSQZhevOyyqqrM726K8H18Lf8/s400/032.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">Remember in the movie "The Wizard of Oz" when Dorothy taps her ruby-red slipper heels together and repeats over and over, "There's no place like home; there's no place like home; there's no place like home"? You know what? She was so right! There truly is no place like home. Your own food bowl on your own rug in your own kitchen. </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIIwsyf4tgbOqZ7lNymXty7nUy6FSH7nLe-DQc9P0mIy9Y34KfjBK1_k0K9gYqznyvA__TJuxsuJeQPzJrrev-X77nqW6x4x4sLgkwKP6H72Lb7Wiqief6joAQ8AbomfiLCjAHUquzCU/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591904106157460130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIIwsyf4tgbOqZ7lNymXty7nUy6FSH7nLe-DQc9P0mIy9Y34KfjBK1_k0K9gYqznyvA__TJuxsuJeQPzJrrev-X77nqW6x4x4sLgkwKP6H72Lb7Wiqief6joAQ8AbomfiLCjAHUquzCU/s400/007.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Your own lady; your own ottoman; your own living room. </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WxvmPma3LTGkL4644sMGnuhXC6UUV3sGlf9xJHwI6cZlUyuIfRRhRm-dHJBbLTAQPOAlqOEoRlL7-XMJdLYWgAL9DRyDYPsHJodU9xekkLFWtUPonkFBcpnfbaYkjDpD_9Jx99A4P6I/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591903980200989810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WxvmPma3LTGkL4644sMGnuhXC6UUV3sGlf9xJHwI6cZlUyuIfRRhRm-dHJBbLTAQPOAlqOEoRlL7-XMJdLYWgAL9DRyDYPsHJodU9xekkLFWtUPonkFBcpnfbaYkjDpD_9Jx99A4P6I/s400/005.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> Your own pillow; your own couch; your own schedule; everything j u s t l i k e y o u </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">l i k e i t. No surprises greater than your lady or man arriving home. Even the dog knows home is the place to be! </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPx7bMoYZoSfJby6yIHx60ITlzY1hlL0vJwwTRb6OlX_YeVLN0zQAS_Bv8RC2f_t_LIayAi0wcZrAQ9P1cEWV8U8WsuTqRr-Y7NCywrL1WhEq6gj6Q3vsMHcbCj_LszWzUKS6E12pwRk/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591903889807362418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPx7bMoYZoSfJby6yIHx60ITlzY1hlL0vJwwTRb6OlX_YeVLN0zQAS_Bv8RC2f_t_LIayAi0wcZrAQ9P1cEWV8U8WsuTqRr-Y7NCywrL1WhEq6gj6Q3vsMHcbCj_LszWzUKS6E12pwRk/s400/001.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> Well, last Wednesday I received a very unexpected surprise. And my lady wasn't even home to help me deal with it! In the middle of the day who should show up at my house but my nieces from Montana!!!! Here is Carly Jean getting out of her home on wheels (more on this a little later). </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgku60sIbcVyKbzp5f3ZsJSuylAqvxozsJKsRG_vIXnaWhMzrWfSvRfkrvs-C5J_XTYiju-a3hS7LNr_cNcV4wJAWKw0DP57H9J-_K0RfOeRV0yti4VsAgqDAcr9u2xddkcm6jOf3quFk0/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591903713880996658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgku60sIbcVyKbzp5f3ZsJSuylAqvxozsJKsRG_vIXnaWhMzrWfSvRfkrvs-C5J_XTYiju-a3hS7LNr_cNcV4wJAWKw0DP57H9J-_K0RfOeRV0yti4VsAgqDAcr9u2xddkcm6jOf3quFk0/s400/025.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">And here is Paris and Ella ready to come to my house and partay! Ready or not, here they came. </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg266-Dec7qu_f_Ofc3eI3g0EEJevQ50FxPQ03-SFds8qDEIjGMvjrXmZ3zCgFpIg-lrH0QzyYfksSJv0yzE6HXYUJrL-7bP5ZxV-Ll8Iz2PZq3uETuGT3Z1Ku9Dm_k8uY__swvwJspnRs/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591903601765367042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg266-Dec7qu_f_Ofc3eI3g0EEJevQ50FxPQ03-SFds8qDEIjGMvjrXmZ3zCgFpIg-lrH0QzyYfksSJv0yzE6HXYUJrL-7bP5ZxV-Ll8Iz2PZq3uETuGT3Z1Ku9Dm_k8uY__swvwJspnRs/s400/024.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> Now, as you know about me, I REALLY don't like dogs. But these girls are a.o.k. in my book. I mean, unlike our dog, the girls know how to live. Look at this: Paris's favorite spot is actually wrapped around the back of her lady's neck! I remember when I was young, I liked to sit wrapped around my lady's neck. Too dangerous for me now, so I don't do this anymore. But how cool that Paris has such good taste in behavior. </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitM5VX4DduatBOJiTp1yQ7r-Ozh5n4QIAwxyF37MRQ69gWTjY2I9c_e5LgMweeJ1b1xqXBJBIGL8S_NrFlTti8LSuujXA90NivEv1KB9JQ1DJbU2tQXfI-TkfG0UdC8YOCmxD_vpRBCr8/s1600/038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591902735953951890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitM5VX4DduatBOJiTp1yQ7r-Ozh5n4QIAwxyF37MRQ69gWTjY2I9c_e5LgMweeJ1b1xqXBJBIGL8S_NrFlTti8LSuujXA90NivEv1KB9JQ1DJbU2tQXfI-TkfG0UdC8YOCmxD_vpRBCr8/s400/038.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">And get a load of this: I love their lady, Sarah, and they don't mind at all if I sit in her lap . . . even WITH THEM! Can you believe how nice they are? The dog always snarls and snaps at me when he's sitting with my lady and I want to join them. Granted the girls run and tear around a little too much, especially in the morning, and they do like to get into my food and water, and they do poop in my yard, and they do all know how to go up and down the stairs, and I can't do that AT ALL (I fell down them when I tried and have never gone <em>there</em> again!), and they do bark a lot over little noises: the men coming home, the dog barking, usual stuff. And they do get to go outside without leashes and I have to wear mine. Oh yeah, and that crazy Carly Jean thinks she can sing.</span> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmtT-ULY9kQFbPur9AMkDCGbKKdXnPoPi1C1YKM7NO5J7C149O3JKLZWVX9EzG84YBHOXMDNytfTJvKOguiOB5lVDMZw407WVoXfJHifME0HKIssybj7pWmUD6UJwEOoercDvpREq-Rw/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591902518125034962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmtT-ULY9kQFbPur9AMkDCGbKKdXnPoPi1C1YKM7NO5J7C149O3JKLZWVX9EzG84YBHOXMDNytfTJvKOguiOB5lVDMZw407WVoXfJHifME0HKIssybj7pWmUD6UJwEOoercDvpREq-Rw/s400/049.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> My lady should get a picture of that! Her man says, "Carly, can you sing?" and she just throws her snoot up in the air and let's 'er fly! "Aaaaooooooooooooooooooo!" Then you know what? The dog starts up, too. It's just humiliating how the dog does these things, especially when company is in the house. </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRn6pAhcKkAbociybxLvsBc-IkJOGKa7zUTL0N3vzJFM34ivx2mDbSBQyLQvfetxRdJfLb3489e2pRPhxhGEZ5bpWqCTUHPn2qOUkLxyuhzJMBIIW6rge_m6CRXdJl0YJgsw-LIPOVko/s1600/054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591901959433368498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRn6pAhcKkAbociybxLvsBc-IkJOGKa7zUTL0N3vzJFM34ivx2mDbSBQyLQvfetxRdJfLb3489e2pRPhxhGEZ5bpWqCTUHPn2qOUkLxyuhzJMBIIW6rge_m6CRXdJl0YJgsw-LIPOVko/s400/054.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Well, I should have known something bad was coming when the girls showed up. When they come to visit, my lady always ends up going somewhere and leaving me alone with those girls and the dog. But this time it was worse than I could ever have imagined. Here's the first sign that something unpleasant was about to happen:</span> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2u22SEkVwA_vJAsPAGK-yINJ2MCySt3Y5XEHPv008D5rhUaRTpvpvZd8-LXG4KEUSIAR7HOTz-Xpg3crJRvlRisWlYyLqzedsnihhOuj_pHBEkaKwVSm_8Xq2HRuUGS5t3Hq3LD7J09U/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591900665827110194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2u22SEkVwA_vJAsPAGK-yINJ2MCySt3Y5XEHPv008D5rhUaRTpvpvZd8-LXG4KEUSIAR7HOTz-Xpg3crJRvlRisWlYyLqzedsnihhOuj_pHBEkaKwVSm_8Xq2HRuUGS5t3Hq3LD7J09U/s400/031.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">My lady put a supply of treats in a baggie. Well, that was curious. But the next sure-fire sign that bad things were about to happen: </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30FbGpYeFbAgX7dsi2fqtPb6HDo9-tPjYOk31xwB3XZHzxf3xsPh0RzlgJdfYITGwS4CH4i1FRZN_8VIanahOaD8KyFTD4Q9HG8Am5Q0XF_pYkvPb4OumwoAeQt7XRl_6Y0xEwwMSEd0/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591900535949476690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30FbGpYeFbAgX7dsi2fqtPb6HDo9-tPjYOk31xwB3XZHzxf3xsPh0RzlgJdfYITGwS4CH4i1FRZN_8VIanahOaD8KyFTD4Q9HG8Am5Q0XF_pYkvPb4OumwoAeQt7XRl_6Y0xEwwMSEd0/s400/032.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">A supply of food in a baggie. But the next one really confirmed that I was in for a most unpleasant something: </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGDhS0zGXksXlAsEygvSA_I8jQSUaRQ-vRSZMYpkPPxzCCPsyU9lwOjAi4mW5EmKRdkWmp9O6VGnKtYU6bbWs86xoOhvgMiD34mcjUSq6K_1o6vsqi_yf2omAnQF10H_zyR7iWuvI6Oc/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591900163350450722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGDhS0zGXksXlAsEygvSA_I8jQSUaRQ-vRSZMYpkPPxzCCPsyU9lwOjAi4mW5EmKRdkWmp9O6VGnKtYU6bbWs86xoOhvgMiD34mcjUSq6K_1o6vsqi_yf2omAnQF10H_zyR7iWuvI6Oc/s400/033.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">My lady, the girls from Montana and their lady all piled into the truck and left me HOME ALONE WITH THE DOG!!!!!!! But on Saturday morning when my man packed the treats and food in my bed, well, I just lost my composure. Obviously I was getting shipped off to Bernie's for an extended stay. Something about a wedding or something. I don't know. I had to stay at Bernie's all the way until Monday!! When I finally got home, my lady was nowhere to be found. But she showed up a couple of hours later with the girls and their lady and a boatload of luggage and stuff. While it was good to be home, it wasn't long before the girls had to pack up and hit the road. You see, the nieces from Montana are what's known as "over the road" truckers! Can you believe that? Canine truckers! Females at that! Humph! I'd rather stay home. </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm3QmmFETy8DWhVDlP6QizYUX2-AkBxfLX0j-iy6e_vA_S5Ht52e4YutYrDSeBMpCv3FnYjd-4usbeNlHE52rkV4CGvuwJU8Boeex5RqXN3mnUYV97luqKJCB3D5jgDA1dAN0Oq7BHvk/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591899601190554978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm3QmmFETy8DWhVDlP6QizYUX2-AkBxfLX0j-iy6e_vA_S5Ht52e4YutYrDSeBMpCv3FnYjd-4usbeNlHE52rkV4CGvuwJU8Boeex5RqXN3mnUYV97luqKJCB3D5jgDA1dAN0Oq7BHvk/s400/027.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Here's Paris looking out the driver's side window of her home on wheels. </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2IEJOQS-fupvSRXRcJ89bexdcCN2HOn5cuhO7aopI1m3JGh-MMY5xEEDMB9kF6SMmUL6gneQS4zvUZl-Xcw0daxMAoiYz5c8PgljBfAReeb4QBazDBiH-oUdrN_EAFTf2ORNSrbzTcc/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591899415203583186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2IEJOQS-fupvSRXRcJ89bexdcCN2HOn5cuhO7aopI1m3JGh-MMY5xEEDMB9kF6SMmUL6gneQS4zvUZl-Xcw0daxMAoiYz5c8PgljBfAReeb4QBazDBiH-oUdrN_EAFTf2ORNSrbzTcc/s400/028.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Carly Jean wishing my lady goodbye. Carly Jean is the chief head over-the-road driver. She spends the most time helping her man drive, while the other two girls spend most of their time tending to their lady. </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBHJC35eehM8jmp5aL58Aca5ABRbJTh-u87CtsQMT_azIkZ6B1v5BR0lbGEO4BPtr9_-G-O0I6p0eWzQDJ-x3VfBBXqKgzkhbCIsao0xxZLvlQAXvr0ha4T8IkYQDryQ4rWTFN7zcZJU/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591899271942083490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBHJC35eehM8jmp5aL58Aca5ABRbJTh-u87CtsQMT_azIkZ6B1v5BR0lbGEO4BPtr9_-G-O0I6p0eWzQDJ-x3VfBBXqKgzkhbCIsao0xxZLvlQAXvr0ha4T8IkYQDryQ4rWTFN7zcZJU/s400/030.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> And this is Ella saying goodbye. Their off to L.A. (lower Alabama) tonight. I'm hoping the storms don't cause them any driving troubles. Check this out: this is their home on the road! Check out that hood ornament! Man, I would love to mark one of <em>those</em> tires!</span> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5H8bQgosoUM2S9tTqG-CKw60XK8Zgl-61j9CfF-xHSM4libmkodRzYyQrz-EQXoI3ypZjTLi0g7IOgKiUIsu1RhczhfZSzn5OfFaz2eOveyzpy4eCXzKTdSCwFmLFsuEeiVkCzP_ojk/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591899092958135378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5H8bQgosoUM2S9tTqG-CKw60XK8Zgl-61j9CfF-xHSM4libmkodRzYyQrz-EQXoI3ypZjTLi0g7IOgKiUIsu1RhczhfZSzn5OfFaz2eOveyzpy4eCXzKTdSCwFmLFsuEeiVkCzP_ojk/s400/021.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> But, my lady was so good to let me stay home, once I finally got there. After two days of yappy dogs and being cooped up in a kennel, I am soooooo ready to just stay home. Because there's truly no place like home (whether truck or house). Home is best with one's lady and man.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">P.S. The girls call my lady their "Grand Lady." She likes that. Come back soon, girls from Montana! We love you! Even though you play with the dog. </span><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-40382118361801788582011-03-26T17:09:00.001-07:002011-03-26T17:44:44.583-07:00The View from Down Here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYKRZWn64i2Zp-lqPpcwIrf21JvJCLKYjXhC910dPGLKZqneEU0dMJ3iGRajER8FzxXwK3J_ugLZ1UKhSJsN_8VQ-9jwhsoC1ClgN2nAWEaKm_dP-hmY9OZtPDg3yaosPgXST-9KPKhA/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588553927773671442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYKRZWn64i2Zp-lqPpcwIrf21JvJCLKYjXhC910dPGLKZqneEU0dMJ3iGRajER8FzxXwK3J_ugLZ1UKhSJsN_8VQ-9jwhsoC1ClgN2nAWEaKm_dP-hmY9OZtPDg3yaosPgXST-9KPKhA/s400/035.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdSuabinnZDhuO8Ma97qlk6bAbazoivu06QnRhFAGMNmrb2jPuHeXzOLv5qQNzpSBh_xGYKp4gkUjodJJ0PkhSlKfzF3IJ7AR8b-dqyI226jJKi2DHRTB0pMIqEZnFCS60bxWcPz8Owc/s1600/eb1e71a88da09a703e9dd110.L._AA300_%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588552504947829042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdSuabinnZDhuO8Ma97qlk6bAbazoivu06QnRhFAGMNmrb2jPuHeXzOLv5qQNzpSBh_xGYKp4gkUjodJJ0PkhSlKfzF3IJ7AR8b-dqyI226jJKi2DHRTB0pMIqEZnFCS60bxWcPz8Owc/s400/eb1e71a88da09a703e9dd110.L._AA300_%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Have you ever read Two Bad Ants by Chris Van Allsburg? He writes really good books, but the best part of this book is the art. The entire story is illustrated from the ants' physical point of view. Which gave me an idea for a blog.</span><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44m6rK6-vTfD4Soot4VtnPrkSfxdffxlYj9W7gkmw3H4cH7UdAh6W7whEO2ScycjhI0i9CzfhqOmoR96-F2xMEnH6xq0ooxHKSgnOoYnVp6600iUk5B6z8WDEVh3vQHYPkoE_SJANZSA/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588547233926951586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44m6rK6-vTfD4Soot4VtnPrkSfxdffxlYj9W7gkmw3H4cH7UdAh6W7whEO2ScycjhI0i9CzfhqOmoR96-F2xMEnH6xq0ooxHKSgnOoYnVp6600iUk5B6z8WDEVh3vQHYPkoE_SJANZSA/s400/016.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> Hey everybody! Today I want to open your eyes and mind to something I bet you never think about: what the world must look like when you're only 12 inches tall! So here we go. Think about it.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">This is what I see when I look at the dog, and this is when he's lying down! Can you imagine what a monster he appears to be when he's standing up?! Well, he's not so brave. Today he's been barking since around 4:30 this morning. He doesn't like thunder and it's been thundering and raining A L L </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">D A Y L O O O N N N G G G ! Needless to say, my nerves are shot today: I don't like rain; I can't pee; I can't poop; and I can't stand barking dogs!<br /></div></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqXBUbdiRfqBNkKwn_R-16Q5AqSMTwZRYHQYNm1u4nlC8_R7YMX7K2sWIHMdzguj2Iqt2YU_QgwouoeriuuoLETvxblre1wBelB9Js4fVFbRE9eCWce3b4XAGkYz2HjHj7P590z94kjI/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588547144262776274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqXBUbdiRfqBNkKwn_R-16Q5AqSMTwZRYHQYNm1u4nlC8_R7YMX7K2sWIHMdzguj2Iqt2YU_QgwouoeriuuoLETvxblre1wBelB9Js4fVFbRE9eCWce3b4XAGkYz2HjHj7P590z94kjI/s400/043.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> This is the newly sprouting hydrangeas. This is what I see when I stand next to them</span><span style="font-size:130%;">.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzrUOsR3J9tOqVTLRYT3Dy0C6AwoINs9fwvUMqP10W8VObVm2yAzzqmqgjV5wZe1E1H63Y05IAbBrlEGjFVLYN-TT8a1NuGsrQwXHyDNlB4Pe-bf49J8WZu927TW3cxJ4AgJ1HQEF_5A/s1600/051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588547042736386242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzrUOsR3J9tOqVTLRYT3Dy0C6AwoINs9fwvUMqP10W8VObVm2yAzzqmqgjV5wZe1E1H63Y05IAbBrlEGjFVLYN-TT8a1NuGsrQwXHyDNlB4Pe-bf49J8WZu927TW3cxJ4AgJ1HQEF_5A/s400/051.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">I bet I have a better view of flowers than you!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtsSari7YiRQ4CbkcGLJKfI9jU6OZVoCN3T1eXKq3_t21wy2x24hnnvcFrCPWj8o0PV-0e2eTXY68QahAm50YEjbJ4Ctlxj16Z3GnaMH5zVMNyL5ni-57S9zaRJgSxhC6DhMU8yFFB2k/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588546944927378818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtsSari7YiRQ4CbkcGLJKfI9jU6OZVoCN3T1eXKq3_t21wy2x24hnnvcFrCPWj8o0PV-0e2eTXY68QahAm50YEjbJ4Ctlxj16Z3GnaMH5zVMNyL5ni-57S9zaRJgSxhC6DhMU8yFFB2k/s400/049.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Where a skunk has been digging for grubs. Yuck! Now skunks are really weird. They eat worms; they stink up my yard; my lady is freakishly afraid of them!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcEswAKCa4UPh9grCkY9Z3CNwxwsizqBq4bxpi7b1krJ2ohlRJQT7DyATssuOkKSNlneOGHxrU7IMAq6AucdjwusiyI5dFGEl8uHBBImCO97Q4dF0iTJS_K2_vI6DeQOWKFYPTmSKC70/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588546776578402418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcEswAKCa4UPh9grCkY9Z3CNwxwsizqBq4bxpi7b1krJ2ohlRJQT7DyATssuOkKSNlneOGHxrU7IMAq6AucdjwusiyI5dFGEl8uHBBImCO97Q4dF0iTJS_K2_vI6DeQOWKFYPTmSKC70/s400/030.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> The bird bath and fountain outside my back porch.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSI10-7-miueNPd6JihieSl5RrJjb6HiOTnOiXl2jykgUtI6ZxQ-Zvz8STqBGm7pUL36rAd619xGq76JqWst-v_CgESiBDTv1AlQlv2Zbia3iY6WzJHcfENz3nPzK8C_0Qc6vTTOE8ss/s1600/047.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588546640971217986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSI10-7-miueNPd6JihieSl5RrJjb6HiOTnOiXl2jykgUtI6ZxQ-Zvz8STqBGm7pUL36rAd619xGq76JqWst-v_CgESiBDTv1AlQlv2Zbia3iY6WzJHcfENz3nPzK8C_0Qc6vTTOE8ss/s400/047.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">My lady's pot of mint just outside the garage door.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBo-1eP0F-ECsbkEBlUCyBzo4xnjjLcX7T4dfMyRdkcGEC1E8W7ysHXSpw_lsib3cJW0154zhLDVWismaiZo5Tqh6auHW9L3hvwyNtQY9aQ06fOdPMmlH4NeFRsJ4tm4pMTtOdBMJSso/s1600/045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588546455029879170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBo-1eP0F-ECsbkEBlUCyBzo4xnjjLcX7T4dfMyRdkcGEC1E8W7ysHXSpw_lsib3cJW0154zhLDVWismaiZo5Tqh6auHW9L3hvwyNtQY9aQ06fOdPMmlH4NeFRsJ4tm4pMTtOdBMJSso/s400/045.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">My lady's and man's truck. If you've ever wondered why we canines pee on the tires, it's because, well, that's all we can get to! Duh!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOW4SwHUgRZ_npZPy6WYqelM9wqtxmGUB6CWo47t-HN9cOzRxAWimwzdpbYuzWDV5RySqkQLqsby_mfcBhw0lOQInR13wet9MYydGt6HBDJ42FnEwEVJUlJQnDOSevayYLyYLFA_BXGY8/s1600/044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588546310657795458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOW4SwHUgRZ_npZPy6WYqelM9wqtxmGUB6CWo47t-HN9cOzRxAWimwzdpbYuzWDV5RySqkQLqsby_mfcBhw0lOQInR13wet9MYydGt6HBDJ42FnEwEVJUlJQnDOSevayYLyYLFA_BXGY8/s400/044.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Railroad ties.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJScc9jvc9OmcK7HfNElKLTM4hoRHIqGw_KymqMWIdnulTXLpfMSnCqjzCiHsE0A3EEWNy89eWF4j-OUtrVS8l8bQw7sXktvmsAgoPX5sICP0kEHhVngOa7I6vouE2o-y5uj1fq_QQyM/s1600/055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588546114713936834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJScc9jvc9OmcK7HfNElKLTM4hoRHIqGw_KymqMWIdnulTXLpfMSnCqjzCiHsE0A3EEWNy89eWF4j-OUtrVS8l8bQw7sXktvmsAgoPX5sICP0kEHhVngOa7I6vouE2o-y5uj1fq_QQyM/s400/055.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">My man's van. Ditto as for the truck.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kAKNCnAPXn36XTLbbaHvlq0NqsfK2raBrdRTx4hGUZul22Nrd4QN6n0VdVTXkuATKoUo4ZfjXne4PxHLowttXsxu7vc1MUzAHRyoBrlNAcdRuF3BOuKClCR_kOCDBnp_o2E6qpSOiHs/s1600/058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588545946169738722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kAKNCnAPXn36XTLbbaHvlq0NqsfK2raBrdRTx4hGUZul22Nrd4QN6n0VdVTXkuATKoUo4ZfjXne4PxHLowttXsxu7vc1MUzAHRyoBrlNAcdRuF3BOuKClCR_kOCDBnp_o2E6qpSOiHs/s400/058.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">A concrete statue in my yard. Actually this sits at the top of a hill. She freaks me out. What if she fell? She could squash me. Heck, she could even squash the dog! I don't mess around her much.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ_i_N5DFReVg5-HeaQgHSSd0_7Higb7MqqnpCA-R-puPBR3sulC8rDC8qykQXREERmE4R2Qg30rwcBUJ-v1ue_NMb1uazpMZQ1uMbJs3xAJNp2ZVgqnYS_zITrqXoUijV9L61yeZ7rQo/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588545843644134754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ_i_N5DFReVg5-HeaQgHSSd0_7Higb7MqqnpCA-R-puPBR3sulC8rDC8qykQXREERmE4R2Qg30rwcBUJ-v1ue_NMb1uazpMZQ1uMbJs3xAJNp2ZVgqnYS_zITrqXoUijV9L61yeZ7rQo/s400/061.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Can you believe how high up it is to my lady's lap? It takes a lot of effort and energy and strength to make this jump!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE-EmeRH0MbyBIpbua-1vm4r_6hEWzmG5lITBiypDT2MDeyUhoo-94jOW2lqt67PXos_BMKtbM4d1_Wqllx2WqZjIuziU4eFLYk22qiLKSOY4UvkUn_X2asyJ_2O17KLt_QW7QB_YRNps/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588545696937884642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE-EmeRH0MbyBIpbua-1vm4r_6hEWzmG5lITBiypDT2MDeyUhoo-94jOW2lqt67PXos_BMKtbM4d1_Wqllx2WqZjIuziU4eFLYk22qiLKSOY4UvkUn_X2asyJ_2O17KLt_QW7QB_YRNps/s400/065.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Same goes for jumping up into her chair. And then I have to deal with that dad-blame rocking foot stool!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYzbX_UqyVB00XGIz2Vp7WY450ulbc9CU211pMhuzsv46V18N0V3tpkAJxJuwOdMf03UIf23vV0LIUPPCIRkgUjJ81d-ln_g_8ZWeDiuLUKWu-n41fOo-esAPH5-Tc9iLEEV5KAwVR5c/s1600/068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588545596397999922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYzbX_UqyVB00XGIz2Vp7WY450ulbc9CU211pMhuzsv46V18N0V3tpkAJxJuwOdMf03UIf23vV0LIUPPCIRkgUjJ81d-ln_g_8ZWeDiuLUKWu-n41fOo-esAPH5-Tc9iLEEV5KAwVR5c/s400/068.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> So, if you are the lady or man of a little pet, be mindful of how huge the world looks from our point of view. And be careful where you step and be careful about what animals you bring home. And, try getting down on our level once in a while. It's a very thought-provoking view. Give it a try.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-8145413179383404622011-03-18T15:30:00.000-07:002011-03-20T12:02:56.759-07:00A Moment of Silence, Please<span style="font-size:180%;">Please honor my man's brother and his wife, Floyd and Marilyn, and my pal, Bruiser, their beloved pet. Bruiser had to be put down today.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585551245170940354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGAa8Ak92_yyMhbnuhmJ2CQYRW7MX4_H6LYC4BzwX9o60SeSAhhEoQmzysccZQHy_9gEp3T8skzafIP6A0Yy9P2SGUoDEfVVs0K272fE8o8LdN4b6FIPfyOjQVOHUJPSRI42p-1DA_YE/s400/Bruiser.jpg" /></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">This is Bruiser living large on his back porch. Bruiser didn't know any other way to live: he was over 100 pounds, covered in a thick coat of fur, loved to eat and roam his huge yard.</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">Favorite foods that Bruiser enjoyed were leftover burgers, leftover Couch's barbeque, pizza and chocolate. Being related to us and all, the burgers and barbeque were plentiful. Floyd and Marilyn always saved him a bite or two of their lunches and/or dinners. Also, since his man Floyd worked for M&M Mars, chocolate is always present in their home. Yes, yes, Marilyn and Floyd both knew he couldn't have chocolate and rarely, if ever, gave him any. But, oh, how he wanted it. Pizza was also a no-no because every time he enjoyed pizza, he got an upset tummy (which is a R E A L problem for character of Bruiser's size). As Bruiser aged, he suffered many maladies common to older canines. But it was hip dysplasia that was the last straw. His devoted man and lady had tried for weeks to help him with his needs, even up until this morning, carrying him to the yard on a stretcher so he could potty. They realized yesterday the three of them, but especially Bruiser, could not continue like this.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">In keeping with Bruiser's "living large" lifestyle, Marilyn and Floyd treated him to his own pizza for breakfast this morning, with all the chocolate he cared to indulge in for dessert. </span><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;">Then it was to the vet for a peaceful departing. Bruiser is now buried in his lady's garden. Live large in doggy heaven, Bruiser. You will be missed.</p></span>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-44524624736575448832011-03-17T14:01:00.000-07:002011-03-17T14:17:42.025-07:00Never a dull moment . . . on Thursdays<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWaRs4x304BPsizvNO_dpqosv2cvdR1TW9jRr9k1Q7eCW98NEDSPcGlqjdw6fDk7-9PoXvyZp0t1JHL4Kf6_NyWieV39PbSRt79n_akL8qMoB4XHMYrB3coNVvzBNvsM0z3i8byxvyNMg/s1600/064.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585158471564108802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWaRs4x304BPsizvNO_dpqosv2cvdR1TW9jRr9k1Q7eCW98NEDSPcGlqjdw6fDk7-9PoXvyZp0t1JHL4Kf6_NyWieV39PbSRt79n_akL8qMoB4XHMYrB3coNVvzBNvsM0z3i8byxvyNMg/s400/064.JPG" /></a> If you will recall from my last blog, Thursdays are go-to-the-groomer days. So, today being Thursday, off to the groomer I went. The best things about going to Bernie's are (1) getting a treat from my man when we get in the van and (2) getting a treat when I get home. Well, I survived the trip to Bernie, but there was a little change-up today: haircut time! How do you like it? I likeNOT having all that tangling stringy hair hanging off of me. My lady loves my hair cut short; Meagan loves my hair cut short; my man likes my hair long. Which way do you like it? I'd be interested to know. But really, when you're as cute as I am, does it really matter? <br /><br />Shortly after I got home from the groomer, my lady had the brilliant idea of sitting outside in the sunshine to, if I understood her correctly, "get some sun" on her legs?!? One must ask, "Why?" It's hot in the sunshine. There was some talk of "for the wedding" or something. Anyway, out we went.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNS84pjsht3fPxN77b-CZFCcMAm-82L502cEaCOsdDpCrH8hUEQhKKaOaHUgiDQZnWcAidhizHRcBDaq8DF0kjWzpInF8aEcEzqOxs3bNcpZ0DhjrcmVA0S1Kn7Z1Mw3b5P_6MopVtuZI/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585158312454663954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNS84pjsht3fPxN77b-CZFCcMAm-82L502cEaCOsdDpCrH8hUEQhKKaOaHUgiDQZnWcAidhizHRcBDaq8DF0kjWzpInF8aEcEzqOxs3bNcpZ0DhjrcmVA0S1Kn7Z1Mw3b5P_6MopVtuZI/s400/006.JPG" /></a> I tried to tell her this made no sense and that we needed to get somewhere cooler and in the shade like, hmmmm, IN THE HOUSE? The crazy dog chased bumble bees. Does he really not know what's going to happen when he catches one of those monsters?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1Ek9beIvCj3_sjDvUFXHApYsSPNJkwYsxdxH-DiU63KTT-TwnrPoZGvKGOU13pf0CK4PJX3PxxFTXSV30LCZOHTX3knbZagtxDU7ZIxcKbOp0YkoruE9S4DTqTBYHZU2eiCUfNBFB50/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585158168943355810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1Ek9beIvCj3_sjDvUFXHApYsSPNJkwYsxdxH-DiU63KTT-TwnrPoZGvKGOU13pf0CK4PJX3PxxFTXSV30LCZOHTX3knbZagtxDU7ZIxcKbOp0YkoruE9S4DTqTBYHZU2eiCUfNBFB50/s400/015.JPG" /></a> O.k., so she sat in the sun and got some sun on her legs. I can't tell any difference whatsoever. Wasted time if you ask me. Besides, it's too hot in the sun. Anyone with any sense at all knows that. The only time you sit in the sun is in the winter time, in your window bed, in the afternoon.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4VxRMHEnmWV_RtpPxYX-1BLwSaWGd4kAiF2cJXvJOWf2AMIhM631fggQPQJW-R5b19uHdSWzWkh1ozgxsgsKI4w8MtOOD2lZ3znWDUc6n6RnH-uKnx3UyeW3CyIqEBwW50U7J9YqQGag/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585157919188498434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4VxRMHEnmWV_RtpPxYX-1BLwSaWGd4kAiF2cJXvJOWf2AMIhM631fggQPQJW-R5b19uHdSWzWkh1ozgxsgsKI4w8MtOOD2lZ3znWDUc6n6RnH-uKnx3UyeW3CyIqEBwW50U7J9YqQGag/s400/008.JPG" /></a> My lady, really, we have GOT to go in the house. I'm roasting out here!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1X6-VlYHTVj-wzbbe4L6K9OLamcGuqKSxeOgz5ZOOZiSWkjixOIPuDUDDfLshMhLK0E153LMMPFIgMGFb7XVQk9KmmROZiTN2UlYd8S9iVCXplpA2tVb6T4-q2D-VWEWMo3GootIDLM/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585157708989568834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1X6-VlYHTVj-wzbbe4L6K9OLamcGuqKSxeOgz5ZOOZiSWkjixOIPuDUDDfLshMhLK0E153LMMPFIgMGFb7XVQk9KmmROZiTN2UlYd8S9iVCXplpA2tVb6T4-q2D-VWEWMo3GootIDLM/s400/016.JPG" /></a> And so in we finally went. It was nice, though, of my lady to take us out, especially since she's been sick the last couple of days. Yesterday was WONDERFUL! We spent the ENTIRE day on the couch watching television. Just wish she didn't have to be sick for that to happen. </div><div> </div><div>Be watching my blog! I have some cool things to share with you. Stay cool!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-30434031428667114042011-03-11T16:12:00.000-08:002011-03-11T16:43:43.165-08:00My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZPeuE1EzZpQHL8VO0P9yKNsg0rp7JWeF2vDtA1JayhMAsP8ZF5cu2RrCirK3hfWQ6M8VJ2Ym1c-NgyY7290VwfMeoWE6d8ydI3G2jWPsMp9SXblH6kJKr5g4SVdyBb0YjTJlFWrUCwk/s1600/074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582982386198493330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZPeuE1EzZpQHL8VO0P9yKNsg0rp7JWeF2vDtA1JayhMAsP8ZF5cu2RrCirK3hfWQ6M8VJ2Ym1c-NgyY7290VwfMeoWE6d8ydI3G2jWPsMp9SXblH6kJKr5g4SVdyBb0YjTJlFWrUCwk/s400/074.JPG" /></a> Hello! Me again! And it hasn't even been a week yet! I thought surely I could do something enjoyable today since it's been such a yucky day, for me anyway. Ever read that book about the kid named Alexander who had a terrible, horrible, very bad day (or something like that)? Well, that describes my day perfectly! <br /><br />Every Thursday or Friday I go to see my groomer. Her name is Bernie. I don't mind that too much because I usually only stay there a few hours. However, I just think everybody should just stay home. Everything is just like I like it at home. Sit in my lady's lap. Get a drink occasionally. Tell the dog to shut up and get out of my face and stay out of my face. Just the usual. But on grooming days, I'm so stressed when I get home I just want to crash. I know you know what I mean. But today, after getting home from Bernie's, before I knew what has happening my lady was saying, "O.k. boys, let's get in the truck." What!!!!! Why??????? Where in the world do we have to go now??????!!!!!! <br /><br />Well, into the truck we got, and I let the dog know real quick that <em><strong>I</strong></em> would be driving.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq4J2OGS98XubnkKqOPCXYRq3fHiWw-cjEQviPMd6gf-TmG7j7ltvwUecgZIrmwiEq-wuKoMgp5R4rGXaNRYzPkuGnJW8C_SHSLxN5CRP4f4GTBlr79V0at6sOfOPj-EDKFxBB54bN4s8/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582982223722112226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq4J2OGS98XubnkKqOPCXYRq3fHiWw-cjEQviPMd6gf-TmG7j7ltvwUecgZIrmwiEq-wuKoMgp5R4rGXaNRYzPkuGnJW8C_SHSLxN5CRP4f4GTBlr79V0at6sOfOPj-EDKFxBB54bN4s8/s400/043.JPG" /></a> I made him sit in the passenger seat. And notice his "harness"? Dumb dog doesn't even know how to use a leash. Anyway . . .<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtcsyd4A29xvET2T1KgshQmxGXm37-yemALl8X1dLsamX5KrpFx-lTSZPhKRkTDQTcF7sI2cdH-XkwQeA096uYK9iGmTTTBW7fb2Lf664_0bZA6WgJCt_idi9HxCcXifhwZNUDsYiOmE/s1600/045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582982074916382674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtcsyd4A29xvET2T1KgshQmxGXm37-yemALl8X1dLsamX5KrpFx-lTSZPhKRkTDQTcF7sI2cdH-XkwQeA096uYK9iGmTTTBW7fb2Lf664_0bZA6WgJCt_idi9HxCcXifhwZNUDsYiOmE/s400/045.JPG" /></a> Oh no. You've got to be kidding me! Not there. Maybe we won't turn. Maybe we won't turn.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-T_yvZRwzbnkjSmjYG8GHPPhIsE9U2rMgwm-B63ssD5iQCbPyeJsM3Me-6U1M45jrAbMMRLzGRjySgWbbyDuIIEshvc0ZQrGeyKVh4067rxtAIonCcBYYBX12J5_X4iIXdoKNldbar0/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582981941316037490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-T_yvZRwzbnkjSmjYG8GHPPhIsE9U2rMgwm-B63ssD5iQCbPyeJsM3Me-6U1M45jrAbMMRLzGRjySgWbbyDuIIEshvc0ZQrGeyKVh4067rxtAIonCcBYYBX12J5_X4iIXdoKNldbar0/s400/048.JPG" /></a> Oh, crap. We're turning. The vet's office. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, good happens at the vet (in my opinion, of course). For some reason, every now and then, my lady thinks we need to visit Dr. Carter. Don't get me wrong, he's a really nice guy and super-great doctor. He's helped me a lot! But, well, </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlj6KOjPbU_bFVemmFfQzKMQpkR0kKNH4bBTTOHOdDHvUMi7ECA9SEOhR51VHs_C6vaU9nIbAn4uqj3ej2PX6_2klV95572q_8qbodLo_dNRvyjMIPoVcteiN4gs5SgHGGc5qdFZTpKs8/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582981835954014818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlj6KOjPbU_bFVemmFfQzKMQpkR0kKNH4bBTTOHOdDHvUMi7ECA9SEOhR51VHs_C6vaU9nIbAn4uqj3ej2PX6_2klV95572q_8qbodLo_dNRvyjMIPoVcteiN4gs5SgHGGc5qdFZTpKs8/s400/049.JPG" /></a> Does anybody like to go to the doctor? I don't think so. But to the doctor we went. Look at this! The dog is such a wimp. He immediately tried to hide under my lady's chair. Does he really think this will work? Does he know anything?</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXV3WVRiU5KOPRmq0EB4hAhj7M0Idc_YEwfcej8MjZlwHb34HnjoNwlGEjK4C_ZLBI-ncBoOPYrm2CUfWDmhXJ5KdncIO2PLGyV2BrCyY7_7xmRagYRCVoYLQSgJWNZrq75zCx3gMXSI/s1600/052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582981656646563986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXV3WVRiU5KOPRmq0EB4hAhj7M0Idc_YEwfcej8MjZlwHb34HnjoNwlGEjK4C_ZLBI-ncBoOPYrm2CUfWDmhXJ5KdncIO2PLGyV2BrCyY7_7xmRagYRCVoYLQSgJWNZrq75zCx3gMXSI/s400/052.JPG" /></a> Do you have these indiscreet experiences at your doctor's office? Sticks up your you-know-where. Needles in your leg. Poking in your ears. Shining lights in your eyes. Good grief! </div><div>The good news? I'm fine! Healthy as can be. Whew! <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu08AXKrG-gcOOC5P5q_bZvN0MjAHyddwTvpoYogzxcIzHq78vjAonWLR7JThOpsuUsOiDCt5ub9k3r69Xjrr7z7dPZ6sM-U9g2TpeF9pBTc0ncaMPwf0Tb253DSh9IJWh5GGX6F2iVBo/s1600/059.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582981540593082866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu08AXKrG-gcOOC5P5q_bZvN0MjAHyddwTvpoYogzxcIzHq78vjAonWLR7JThOpsuUsOiDCt5ub9k3r69Xjrr7z7dPZ6sM-U9g2TpeF9pBTc0ncaMPwf0Tb253DSh9IJWh5GGX6F2iVBo/s400/059.JPG" /></a> Wait! What did he say? Yank out what tooth? Where? No way, Hosea!!!! Why would you want to pull my tooth? Well, guess what? I don't think so!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzn1dHDyrroHNA3Z8VQf4bRqO6BbJao3WAtpE1KM2ThNE_nxhRn1KA0jyrUbFjCN_kl3kwNOlCisfYPMKxFxIa5F4sGUv6NJIedlGtt39ILlww8HwAp_KxL5X0PwSMrkVF_6_wru-ErxU/s1600/054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582981417402856850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzn1dHDyrroHNA3Z8VQf4bRqO6BbJao3WAtpE1KM2ThNE_nxhRn1KA0jyrUbFjCN_kl3kwNOlCisfYPMKxFxIa5F4sGUv6NJIedlGtt39ILlww8HwAp_KxL5X0PwSMrkVF_6_wru-ErxU/s400/054.JPG" /></a><br />Now I ask you: do you see anything, ANYTHING wrong with my teeth? I didn't think so. Anyway, at least I'm slim and trim and healthy in every other way. Then it was the dog's turn. Remember how I told you he was such a pig? Well, guess what? He needs to lose weight!!! That's right! At least I'm not FAT, TOEBEE. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMsQwSrJWLarMFLA9SoMbnklB2r3ABiKnxbbJoGhqmHx8BruHEaqb2Uc_kUWBcF0wtzo7UEX7uczaXJQuTFEORBbaZrKaqzd2P4NAUymle-OXe4f4iwqfTXyrwqNxrIZwZ7_SxFRpk5M/s1600/080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582981249165815106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMsQwSrJWLarMFLA9SoMbnklB2r3ABiKnxbbJoGhqmHx8BruHEaqb2Uc_kUWBcF0wtzo7UEX7uczaXJQuTFEORBbaZrKaqzd2P4NAUymle-OXe4f4iwqfTXyrwqNxrIZwZ7_SxFRpk5M/s400/080.JPG" /></a> Finally, my lady paid the bill, and we got back in the truck. I'm always more relaxed on the return trip from anywhere we go. Besides, today was a beautiful day (if horrible and terrible), and I thoroughly enjoy snooping in the floorboards. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTdiy8pudXf86SQK9ftfSpV824-Wn3a1hl5sVq6XP666FdTwoFW8oXLdsIWetkzFuFgbk_Id02nqcUxYYgQD3B2ORPI7oL6XylXt0EcznVz5ZDiG_ko2qk_D2dxCGkECmVXC7sAN6mPQ/s1600/084.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582980853733825026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTdiy8pudXf86SQK9ftfSpV824-Wn3a1hl5sVq6XP666FdTwoFW8oXLdsIWetkzFuFgbk_Id02nqcUxYYgQD3B2ORPI7oL6XylXt0EcznVz5ZDiG_ko2qk_D2dxCGkECmVXC7sAN6mPQ/s400/084.JPG" /></a> Then it's up in the driver's seat again to watch for signs of home. Home sweet home. Did I mention that I like to stay home? Here's a surefire sign we're getting close.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg931f7g03bImYFZaJF3oI_9cF-DUzmAN3PHWi15P9ERGyCyGw7EscPZiFUl2wP1gYmF_YFi5-f4r-NAsrK703kDMnm-H8Zn3zj9IctED9v7YeESVxzQyZVdnFa9mKcAimS_ab_Ayq24Eo/s1600/088.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582980615172191250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg931f7g03bImYFZaJF3oI_9cF-DUzmAN3PHWi15P9ERGyCyGw7EscPZiFUl2wP1gYmF_YFi5-f4r-NAsrK703kDMnm-H8Zn3zj9IctED9v7YeESVxzQyZVdnFa9mKcAimS_ab_Ayq24Eo/s400/088.JPG" /></a> Then this beautiful bush at the beginning of my driveway. That's one way I know I'm almost home.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQkJqVJKF9ZOg9Dbv_yZ7UZHcIeNq2pUIE6KSc3Ui6pjagZ-dzSHYMiOhdYPSf4dvrrhHwu5Gwz8swpdBARoo2cuNlARbXScsXI9Wx_CkId0-9MZhdXged5Nzx_tG4hxdDFW984JDzFY/s1600/089.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582980487931221922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQkJqVJKF9ZOg9Dbv_yZ7UZHcIeNq2pUIE6KSc3Ui6pjagZ-dzSHYMiOhdYPSf4dvrrhHwu5Gwz8swpdBARoo2cuNlARbXScsXI9Wx_CkId0-9MZhdXged5Nzx_tG4hxdDFW984JDzFY/s400/089.JPG" /></a>Ahhhhh. Finaly, my driveway. I always start barking at this point because, well, don't you get excited when you get home?</div><div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1HlDwwx_rACIxzHAwD1LP_51F9GTpsPR30OA7SQ0bK3bYr_U40dhd-prn_lqZBnG2gDCMN_dFkgCM-Y-zRsHbgzQo0id2lUc8e6KvLyP8DdbkVggLJpXQb8xlPy3bzL9873EwxvpUf0/s1600/090.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582980315136787714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1HlDwwx_rACIxzHAwD1LP_51F9GTpsPR30OA7SQ0bK3bYr_U40dhd-prn_lqZBnG2gDCMN_dFkgCM-Y-zRsHbgzQo0id2lUc8e6KvLyP8DdbkVggLJpXQb8xlPy3bzL9873EwxvpUf0/s400/090.JPG" /></a> And finally, home again, home again. I hope we get to stay home this time. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWdk7QCcOc-1bA4zFSigPFNMc1xsa2wls7KxFQ_MQjg83O7lmwEayeeXUGZKVER1R5QuWPMyPOQODabhCOgfJh04dVmMCOx1iOYv6KigsBcr2EB_cLVmL9Hm72M6d5xOHFOS0d5HzVV-4/s1600/091.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582980165111927234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWdk7QCcOc-1bA4zFSigPFNMc1xsa2wls7KxFQ_MQjg83O7lmwEayeeXUGZKVER1R5QuWPMyPOQODabhCOgfJh04dVmMCOx1iOYv6KigsBcr2EB_cLVmL9Hm72M6d5xOHFOS0d5HzVV-4/s400/091.JPG" /></a> Surely tomorrow will be a better day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-10490678372745840432011-03-06T07:18:00.000-08:002011-03-06T08:02:06.143-08:00Well, Helloooooooo!<span style="font-size:130%;">Hello. Hey, my lady, I've got a good idea. Could you spare me a minute?</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMZj1uEv0f7u9HO7zxQdCjI_CDIb9EFLF5sJQQ4CiXB-RnABz9XGz5LNb9uqvpE8rmSeo86NCBl8US-6DPiwhSh3gjhrUH1z_J3Co-l6ii_XFAMswRs1ZsmZTzEhkEyq1bkSPxPNgPlg/s1600/004+%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580993246637738450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMZj1uEv0f7u9HO7zxQdCjI_CDIb9EFLF5sJQQ4CiXB-RnABz9XGz5LNb9uqvpE8rmSeo86NCBl8US-6DPiwhSh3gjhrUH1z_J3Co-l6ii_XFAMswRs1ZsmZTzEhkEyq1bkSPxPNgPlg/s400/004+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> I have an idea: let's get my blog going again. I mean, it's been like, what? THREE YEARS!</span><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580993380415905522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO9nqPmboRxYCHpUrJvYYii58aX9g8f9uXkKmSFvEmETVKUWuBHZki9U1pLRBEVbSb6j4mk793QIQWJ_RhBuKjNTVZf5EaqnLtaFSsGshKdO0rZCL6AAKDrnvx76WMmKe83b_PE6YC81U/s400/006.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:130%;">Yep, it's me! Still here! Same place, same people, same castle! I'm a little older and cannot believe my lady can't do better than this with my blog. I mean, come on! It's been almost three years! I forgive her, though, because there's been a lot that's gone on over the last three years. Won't go into details because she wouldn't want me to do that, but suffice it to say, she's been rather busy with all kinds of, ummmmm, "issues," shall we say? Anyway . . .</span> <div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Personally, I think her "issues" have seriously clouded her judgement. I mean, I've been living here my entire life and never, NEVER, have we allowed dogs in our house. Now, not only have dogs been here to visit on a number of occasions (more on that later), but for some crazy reason I'll never be able to wrap my mind around, my lady did the unpardonable! She . . . . . . adopted . . . . . . . a . . . . . . I can hardly bring myself to say it . . . . . D O G ! ! ! And my man? OMG!!!! He didn't do a dad-blame thing about it!!!!!!!!!</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Here it is:</span><br /><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580988477490305698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5-DRBE0nELXjyMNdVzjX8jAoc2zZLhjDsALw1kN6wM_-3te64ZpkWPmw8G0i1PeUieXBTrHEpxYTJIB_8JWEQ7ndPeo2gRsu4RsUSFov7VywxLEd8zQz4KOd1A5eXZDzJTogl3rrd6s/s400/003.JPG" /> </div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Please don't let the picture deceive you: it's eyes are not green or yellow (though it's evil enough so that they should be!). It's eyes are just plain brown. Not even a deep, rich blackish brown like mine. Just brown. She calls it "Toebeee." What a stupid name. But then it is a dog, after all. It's big. Twice as big as me. It weighed 15 pounds (I heard her say) when it came here to live. Let me tell you, that dog is a pig! It empties my, yes, you read right, MY food bowl at least once a day. It won't even eat out of it's own food bowl, but it snarls and snaps and knocks me down if I even try to go into what is now it's room. I don't know how that decision got made. I certainly was NOT asked my opinion or permission to GIVE a DOG an entire ROOM out of my domain. And besides, a person will do anything when he needs water and the only water available is IN THE DOG'S BOWL!!!!! Yes, you will, too, if you get thirsty enough. </span></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">And let me tell you, it THINKS it owns the place! Evidence:</span></div><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580990804347226114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiouKd-H-iyCtYUSn1XmP5lI0W0uvIZsRJjpTyGU-iuorEbOcHNbcVIgv0Xqfgwyp-s1v4uqZJf1ODG7L_iGUkZMH5CV666G1iEO1HhFdPHiiVN14Kbg0Fud4gMdkJPOpCeY8yw0fHs_WQ/s400/004+%25282%2529.JPG" /><span style="font-size:130%;">Enough said</span>.</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">On to more positive thoughts, and more focused on me. In the almost three years that I haven't blogged, not much has changed for me. I'm a little older, a little more silver, a llittle more, shall we say, particular about things. Three years ago I was plagued with some horrible and painful joint issues. Those have been resolved and my joints feel great! Now my mouth, that's another issue. For some strange reason, my gums hurt, especially in front. And for some strange reason, every now and then my lady thinks she's got to "clean my teeth" from where I've groomed. I guess a little hair gets caught in there from time to time, but geeze, what does she expect? I'm covered with the stuff. Anyway, can't say that my gums are that big of a problem to me. Now the teeth coming out occasionally, that's a problem. Can't play ball like I used to, but don't really want to anyway. I leave that kind of stuff to . . . THE DOG.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">My and my man? Still very tight. We're a team. It's us against THE DOG. Never, and I mean NEVER will the dog be allowed to sit in my man's lap. That is sacred territory. Mine only. Even when the dog is dumb enough to try, my man doesn't let it happen. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So, good to be back blogging. Hope you'll stay in touch by reading my blog occasionally. All in all, I have to say, life is still good. Except for, did I mention? We got a dog . . .<br /><br /></span><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-58138071737474519102008-10-11T17:08:00.001-07:002008-10-11T17:22:22.732-07:00The Wind in My HairWho knew that the nation's terrible economic state and the high prices of gasoline would or could result in a new adventure for me? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256053403338391026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCOV3H2gOM1m214VElvDTidf6SWieSNc2WpkRF7s4OQLjM5GCtT8vnBfWlJxSXqd3VZdsSPPMNiHwXjUNg4fVBaC2QD58F7wDld9UZ1LRDECdEPiOmkS-AyWqJtmVOTX8zaznRC7mFg4/s400/Miscellaneous+387.jpg" border="0" /><br />My lady and man "took the old Harley on a [two-] day cruise" (as Travis Tritt sings). They left on Friday and returned the very next day in time to get home and see Tennessee get a butt-whippin' by those Georgia Dawgs. Anyway, since gas prices are so high and since my Bernie's house was on their way home, they thought they'd pick me up on the Harley. Oh yes, they did! It's true! I know what you're thinking: you're thinking, "Tuffy such a scaredy cat, he wouldn't ever do something so gutsy as to ride on a motorcycle." Well, guess what? I did ride on the Harley and I loved it! Still don't believe me?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvTvjaZ1a68TOR6f-aKj-5-mKoMKkwwTWeBSPOv6dMd_MDhleWlpEMoPN1HJwtUq3W8j4_scVOSqSanOZFsQa872wfDkcgnkRanrsyuq8JjckawFThR_0Fp8g7FzEjVLBQZ3NTepHjd0/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+400.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256054023111604098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvTvjaZ1a68TOR6f-aKj-5-mKoMKkwwTWeBSPOv6dMd_MDhleWlpEMoPN1HJwtUq3W8j4_scVOSqSanOZFsQa872wfDkcgnkRanrsyuq8JjckawFThR_0Fp8g7FzEjVLBQZ3NTepHjd0/s400/Miscellaneous+400.jpg" border="0" /></a> How's this for proof? Yes, you're eyes are correct: that's me in the rear-view! Need more proof?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNVwKddPmJvOALSuPGHhBWTJ4sidRe4B01wqY8XaYSJr_3xxtBb5Qgx2s2uJ6qEcEh0_DuIqObEVIk52A8Poo7oN2h-zrbUzvvrhJwcdByc11I5iwE_mjRtWevLLnbl3TdhlvSDn5T6A/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+386.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256053756114855762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNVwKddPmJvOALSuPGHhBWTJ4sidRe4B01wqY8XaYSJr_3xxtBb5Qgx2s2uJ6qEcEh0_DuIqObEVIk52A8Poo7oN2h-zrbUzvvrhJwcdByc11I5iwE_mjRtWevLLnbl3TdhlvSDn5T6A/s400/Miscellaneous+386.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hair doesn't blow like this sitting still! It was the most fabulous and exciting thing I've ever done (seeing as how my wonderful, kind and caring people had me neutered when I was too young to have a say)! You're kidding me. You still don't believe I did this? <br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256054305968581906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhnWWkqjR0BO6IL52-EupJELE8A8Wq3ggbOGIeHsV2T6I3WXT4TFiKkycsblTf3dhqFrLGaTTjorL9KvKz2-9uew9dG59UH8gMQYZhVjV0g3ZVKjDcrWeLwLMKrg1tZhU9_33_Thzhc8/s400/Miscellaneous+388.jpg" border="0" />Well, here's the reflection of me and my lady in the back of my man's helmet as we are, yes, it's true, rollin' on down the road. I think I need a helmet.<br /><div></div></div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-87760729831339649002008-07-26T17:32:00.001-07:002008-07-26T17:39:48.210-07:00Life's Been a Whirlwind<div>No pictures and not much to say, except that obviously my lady has really been busy. You see, she's my secretary and without her I can't blog. Within the last two weeks she's been to Mississippi, Tybee Island, and work. So blogging might not happen too much now that school's beginning again. Please keep checking with me, though. I'll try to blog as often as I can.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In the meantime, I wanted to share this picture. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227486827158401842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-R5bHwVcU6SNl2AEDRQzTW3LS-DKTYrBUpz4P4Ko4_UF9RLilJRjjhQxa1MjkVg6K6gh29qatYsQGoNFJEdSF23v8oahPb47ziFd7F30ZF7eVSh95yatZGdgpD_Rr2toW9bRysqxBe0/s400/Tybee+Trip+005.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>This is Bonnie. She's a beautiful and curious Bishon Frisee' (did I spell that right?). She is what I fondly refer to as a "fru-fru" doggy. I, quite obviously, am not a fru-fru doggy. Anyway, Bonnie blongs to my lady's mom and dad. Bonnie came to see me this past Monday. Her lady and man were on their way home from a trip and couldn't get into town in time to pick Bonnie up at the vet. So my lady and man picked her up and brought her to my house. While I didn't play with her (I never play with other dogs), I didn't be mean to her either. She spent her time snooping around the house. The only thing she did that I didn't like at all was jump up on my couch and get my man to pet her and rub her belly. She didn't stay long, though. </div><div> </div><div>Hope to blog with you again soon.</div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-46994324958126477402008-07-06T16:08:00.000-07:002008-07-06T16:45:57.359-07:00Long time no blog . . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220042749530030658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPORj0ArtvWDL6RBe_8cQMkgqpmbN_y5tteDzCZAj3wdNuljvYeG59yH4oaSHx9DjfGQBnGamZAcwlGJc5I8CDSc1kfxiGMDVXjCaLxHYaLEzSFWCniIJIm3kzkyfdH9MeHpYwvXZUfqI/s400/Summer+Delights+280.jpg" border="0" /><br /> Hey, everybody! It has been such a long time since I blogged. I wish I could say not much has been going on, but that would not be truthful. I'll try to think back over the last week or so and fill you in on what's been going on in my life:<br /><br />Saturday, June 28: As usual on Saturdays, I went to Bernie's, my groomer. The eventful thing this time, however, is that I stayed <em>forever</em>!! I thought my people would never come and pick me up!! In addition to the stress of staying at Bernie's for so long, we had a terrible storm while I was there. I don't really like storms, and I would much have preferred to be home in my lady's lap while it stormed. It was so good to finally get home that night.<br /><br />Sunday, June 29: We just hung around the house all morning, and then my lady and my man went off to meet family for lunch and then to Bruiser's house for dessert. Oh, please excuse my negligence: you don't know Bruiser because I have never introduced you to him. Well, please meet Bruiser:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220042244458590210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtqRtIVqXfx8n0fpjBcLM9OFtD2iEyEBKTeNjwime1VcvWRST8qehGF2XXSFvBXMNuxTKc38fS0F6MTO5pAImOEyQgVhrJ76TXVNVNKvUatFqE4nskTwpCbaAuSrkzsnBXPQ98WQKKe8/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+084.jpg" border="0" /><br />Bruiser lives with Marilyn and Floyd waaaaay faaaar away on Highway 58. Here he is relaxing on their new back porch (which my man helped to build). He's holding his favorite toy, a stuffed squirrel (oh, please! - if you're going to play with a stuffed animal, you're supposed to rip and shake and pull all the stuffing out of it). Bruiser weighs 90 pounds and has a ton of hair on him. He is also an inside dog (believe it or not!). To be totally honest, I've never met Bruiser in person, and quite frankly, I don't care to, thank you very much. He's big, he's hairy, and he's just as neurotic as me.<br /><br />Tuesday, July 1: the bug man came <em>finally</em>. It was about time! My lady says if he doesn't start coming regularly like he's supposed to, she's going to call someone who will do the job correctly. I really don't want that to happen because I like Dustin. He takes time to visit with me when he comes. Bad news: this time was his last visit and he brought the new guy with him. New Guy doesn't seem to have much personality and he had nothing to do with me. Not a good way to begin a relationship.<br /><br />Thursday, July 3: Meagan came to visit! I love Meagan very much. I love for her to visit. Then Bentlee came over and they all went out to the pool for a while. As usual, I got left in the house.<br /><br />Friday, July 4: Whoa! The worst day of the year as far as I'm concerned. Since I don't like loud noises, I'm sure you can understand why I say it's my least favorite day of the year. In a word: fireworks!! I hate them. And there are always lots of them on the 4th. In addition to that, dozens of people descended on my house and stayed for hours. This would all be well and good, except for the fact that I'm left all alone in the house while they hang out outside and have fun. They swam, grilled (and yum, the aromas coming from that grill are positively mouth watering!); they played badminton, horseshoes, corn hole, dirt digging, and just generally had a good time. One person did be nice to me: my lady's mom actually took me out on the front porch and held me for a while so I could watch the fun. **<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220043296551246642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgceQo6QKpmmGf4T3nKel5oWWZy-2PH56zRsK7G8F_v4LyWFoPoJIOK1EC7IOETOq_u1AKRcp_1wz-_5ICs0fvS3wU7e0fmps0y3_WSqyOAZ-axpBzxuGFhATith-6GdOFqxwWoWyIBgFE/s400/Summer+Delights+259.jpg" border="0" /><br />** Because it really irks me when my people go outside and leave me alone inside, I expressed me feelings on that action loudly and clearly. In fact I made my feelings clear on two specific occasions (once Thursday and once Friday). On Thursday both my lady and Meagan stepped in it, literally. Hee-hee. <br /><br />Saturday, July 5: the day started off with a yummy treat - I got to lick the hamburger platter clean. It even had a few tidbits of hamburger left on it. But then I got taken to Bernie's as is the usual Saturday practice around here. This time I didn't have to stay too long. When I got home everybody hung out inside the house with me.<br /><br />Finally, today, Sunday, July 6: wonderful day. My people stayed home all morning. We shared fresh blueberry muffins on the porch, read the paper and relaxed together. <br /><br />Oh no! My man just went out of the house dressed and with his boots on. That usually means my people are leaving. Gotta go - check with you later.<br /><br />As I suspected, they left. However, after being gone about three hours, they came home and we hung out at the pool together. Now you would think I'd never hang out at the pool after what happened to me (see "The Big Splash" for details on that), but it was actually a very pleasant today.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBN91K9KhN9ozO1QuTM6FL7RCTXXYNiUCchRS1lx4t0hR8G-bu-ksu3f7GfhrMJDVUCazk4zD8TtNezjolTlqgUa7lxQ0TQLd8Y4SlX0iNx6zIHEt0hY97796qfUCxrkA3ukM4Zyte0Q8/s1600-h/Summer+Delights+278.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220043015753351234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBN91K9KhN9ozO1QuTM6FL7RCTXXYNiUCchRS1lx4t0hR8G-bu-ksu3f7GfhrMJDVUCazk4zD8TtNezjolTlqgUa7lxQ0TQLd8Y4SlX0iNx6zIHEt0hY97796qfUCxrkA3ukM4Zyte0Q8/s400/Summer+Delights+278.jpg" border="0" /></a> And that's what my week was like. Hope your's was good. Hopefully it won't be another week before I blog.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-55471150748864340512008-06-26T10:33:00.000-07:002008-06-26T10:53:57.262-07:00Favorite ThingsWhat a great idea for blogging, Meagan! Here are a few of my favorite things (in no special order):<br /><br />Well, duh, obviously, my man and my lady.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216246942391453282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-uJ5RCkywW2VxxFNNxOXf3rpppaFP2mTtX4U_qfX6j17b6fEReQtVOtGQe-FBegtvwssEsGWY9zj8U-R_nZuXYEJlgHhogUIPMijc4IMne63CYRwcYVfld4bvj56NzUkHkPvpoUZb3g/s400/Memorial+Day+2008+057.jpg" border="0" /><br />Sitting up high, even if it's only on a stack of pillows (the higher, the better).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ao9lPY4iFjOtw3xyiKMGAScWSjyaztleYTcdXBey_cAwUSm53RC9n_lTHwIwsvIftWfOvsu-BNYloRu6l7H-bOT2g2di0N8Pm5yPpxwgsTXYgKMXbeCvDFRf0unAnCZJu74J3XWYRfY/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216246472635419138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ao9lPY4iFjOtw3xyiKMGAScWSjyaztleYTcdXBey_cAwUSm53RC9n_lTHwIwsvIftWfOvsu-BNYloRu6l7H-bOT2g2di0N8Pm5yPpxwgsTXYgKMXbeCvDFRf0unAnCZJu74J3XWYRfY/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+103.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sitting in my lady's lap while she reads, or my man's lap while he reads or watches television.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDI0j8EUzwX-rT36tUV4_EzSvg161x7v5k3O6uKboC3UIvDJ4O7PtQPR9iy0RuWgKNvrKCo7iSJ3tzZpYKOlQ9UYvqY3KXEAClbl3Svhj-INunifYnWQglUXnoFHAEDC0ZBXKzgl4DggM/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216246268361958354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDI0j8EUzwX-rT36tUV4_EzSvg161x7v5k3O6uKboC3UIvDJ4O7PtQPR9iy0RuWgKNvrKCo7iSJ3tzZpYKOlQ9UYvqY3KXEAClbl3Svhj-INunifYnWQglUXnoFHAEDC0ZBXKzgl4DggM/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+099.jpg" border="0" /></a> Relaxing on the chaise lounge on the back porch.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzeI5mgpmQbc0dRNfFAOvo8woLsjjWbK55rGrum6h9OhujbtamRp9K3XxLLr06O2e7Pw9g9bTnbRcVJrAlLmegJ8P3Wxnpn4AOGCvlRMiKVoqAXJrUPWnbfk-9QsoDej3y0YMzUOVCHjw/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216246019841252434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzeI5mgpmQbc0dRNfFAOvo8woLsjjWbK55rGrum6h9OhujbtamRp9K3XxLLr06O2e7Pw9g9bTnbRcVJrAlLmegJ8P3Wxnpn4AOGCvlRMiKVoqAXJrUPWnbfk-9QsoDej3y0YMzUOVCHjw/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+086.jpg" border="0" /></a> Playing keep away or tug o' war (especially with a sock or panties, but preferably panties).<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlA38eJHc2ToXcLJzJkUgV_Dzo4v_fsMdAtkWe2kqR9JehswS2UBewwkea3PNIrjwTQ5EMV-LMmGrVuqVoaSFVHQ4oXNpmmIRtEvPC-CmiOt9m562LWWYt5RXor2L_dH-gf3sOSD9SMEU/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216245751066394306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlA38eJHc2ToXcLJzJkUgV_Dzo4v_fsMdAtkWe2kqR9JehswS2UBewwkea3PNIrjwTQ5EMV-LMmGrVuqVoaSFVHQ4oXNpmmIRtEvPC-CmiOt9m562LWWYt5RXor2L_dH-gf3sOSD9SMEU/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sitting with Meagan when she's here OR (and perhaps even better) taking a nap on her back when she takes a nap on my couch!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0YNNicnTHHCjYaLz6o_nKrVAD8ysNiRFg4uchsCXdFK4lORAOleFhM07CRPCIFG2C-oYOeXbKRya-MKvpBjyEjo8226BHrWTvVCCDIjl88zyhkKcoBKyQ_S8cc5xccDdzb3WsKM-_39Q/s1600-h/Summer+Delights+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216245427498387906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0YNNicnTHHCjYaLz6o_nKrVAD8ysNiRFg4uchsCXdFK4lORAOleFhM07CRPCIFG2C-oYOeXbKRya-MKvpBjyEjo8226BHrWTvVCCDIjl88zyhkKcoBKyQ_S8cc5xccDdzb3WsKM-_39Q/s400/Summer+Delights+054.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sleeping on my pillow on my couch in my living room in my house ALL NIGHT LONG!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchqK65Qv1wCuOgxfKrll7QFEUSKgmwN3vZE7S6sONNqGsmrV_kCp5GwwDVIJqa0YhI-0nqJmuxViFpDjZndOapZJhxndHc5TpZ-cMVvR9Of6oB9Bg3lnWrfUWq7tq1c6-QX4dehe9NbE/s1600-h/Summer+Delights+111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216245236871124818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchqK65Qv1wCuOgxfKrll7QFEUSKgmwN3vZE7S6sONNqGsmrV_kCp5GwwDVIJqa0YhI-0nqJmuxViFpDjZndOapZJhxndHc5TpZ-cMVvR9Of6oB9Bg3lnWrfUWq7tq1c6-QX4dehe9NbE/s400/Summer+Delights+111.jpg" border="0" /></a> Licking the bottoms of shoes. Now, now, don't go yucking until you've tried it! I particularly relish the bottoms of my man's shoes when he gets in from work. Yum!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYF8qBw85nt8FUiAOwSR6QQDozWpYf7I1qFpOQmFMjx0ixLEmiccQ2vSTtyj7ypy9pdCV3MdV8OEHt8RO-uHuWseodXK2baY7eJnPa7HkK1XNBLgQrAtqme5PyDE4bBa9GTMSgO_5y9AA/s1600-h/Summer+Delights+104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216245005068503874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYF8qBw85nt8FUiAOwSR6QQDozWpYf7I1qFpOQmFMjx0ixLEmiccQ2vSTtyj7ypy9pdCV3MdV8OEHt8RO-uHuWseodXK2baY7eJnPa7HkK1XNBLgQrAtqme5PyDE4bBa9GTMSgO_5y9AA/s400/Summer+Delights+104.jpg" border="0" /></a> And then there, of course, lots of favorite things for which I have no pictures. These include: finding snakes, barking at turtles, flushing up turkeys from my yard (there were 23 of them: be impressed!), humping my bed, enjoying the last bit of ice cream (on the rare occasions that my lady and man eat ice cream), sharing my lady's and man's food, Wheat Thins, any kind of cookie, my food and water being kept just so (I do tend to be a bit OCD), snooping outside, and last, but certainly not least, my treats! Oh yeah, sitting in my window watching birds and squirrels and rabbits and chimpmunks. </div><div></div><div>What are some of your favorite things?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-87015728076406969352008-06-23T16:25:00.002-07:002008-06-23T16:48:03.554-07:00A Good Night's Sleep<div> I have a new favorite sleeping place. It's on one of the couches in the living room. It's on this one particular chenille pillow (the only chenille pillow). </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215224617543102914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-sLPD3O_T9OVWHeDAd3MMAF0SXtra1EMt2bvjUPM1NMnPnp1XZhIi3nCdWYETutRsT2Ijo7f2QyyX2kUCVAiZrUMzo-NfFjmHsVAiBss7J-Pakx-SzguIftpNp3ngb-PvSv-7jDEVmc/s400/Summer+Delights+105.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Actually, it's always been a favorite napping spot of mine, usually while my lady reads in her favorite chair or while my lady and my man watch television. Most nights I'll just snuggle on my pillow until they're ready to go to bed. Then one of them will take me to my bed in my crate. Well, I get so tired of them disturbing my good night's sleep by getting me up like that. So the other night I snarled and snapped at my lady. She got frustrated and left me on the pillow! I loved it! Now it's my favorite over-night sleeping spot. Here I am wishing she'd get that blasted camera out of my face (disturbing the sleep again).<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsmVJgcsJhs9GDMLcB3-Cli194yRqeDRGN-S6w-h1__JdJc47877E0T98ekE9d7-tPGaPIln5PPyAYs5oDap6e35CHYx4RCEf3go-0f-ynyOUwXQ3uC-hhB7gBKK3MPLEOJ5x-rrCgLdY/s1600-h/Summer+Delights+107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215224220315304786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsmVJgcsJhs9GDMLcB3-Cli194yRqeDRGN-S6w-h1__JdJc47877E0T98ekE9d7-tPGaPIln5PPyAYs5oDap6e35CHYx4RCEf3go-0f-ynyOUwXQ3uC-hhB7gBKK3MPLEOJ5x-rrCgLdY/s400/Summer+Delights+107.jpg" border="0" /></a> What could possibly be so important that she has to take my picture this early in the morning?</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHsz5IGBFUtmUf_V5bByCoQ6mcybm98eUMYlrjC3jDgRpR3I30ufJO-AICl0nh8XuXgjUUudsU7GF768u2rpzv2AK5sZillHnD-VgZ1vjZctVw5ehxDr2mK3Y2Tf6YqyT4pzYvMr9zoA/s1600-h/Summer+Delights+109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215223970833494018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHsz5IGBFUtmUf_V5bByCoQ6mcybm98eUMYlrjC3jDgRpR3I30ufJO-AICl0nh8XuXgjUUudsU7GF768u2rpzv2AK5sZillHnD-VgZ1vjZctVw5ehxDr2mK3Y2Tf6YqyT4pzYvMr9zoA/s400/Summer+Delights+109.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ever had a really bad hair day? In reality, my hair will be fine once I've had a chance to shake it all out and get it back into place.</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KfV5VobdtgxkpHP9r3dLTtx1hfNllpzFhAfbJwT5BCsfbOJU97Gg_IXNNWlWBKfuATa_g7EEnTOZn0sa-0S8TWgeUZMP2z0LDPRYQH0uQo5joOVPvN8B0SdiV7dZLQfkbMIHndJOsdc/s1600-h/Summer+Delights+112.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215223214152086786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KfV5VobdtgxkpHP9r3dLTtx1hfNllpzFhAfbJwT5BCsfbOJU97Gg_IXNNWlWBKfuATa_g7EEnTOZn0sa-0S8TWgeUZMP2z0LDPRYQH0uQo5joOVPvN8B0SdiV7dZLQfkbMIHndJOsdc/s400/Summer+Delights+112.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease get that camera out of my face and just Go. Away.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215224844309626338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVXiscjWOmAuCasPk_g1eiVgs5ECf640BbWqXsnqjNxXdzWRJj_-IOK85hiBx02VsP1-t1SQWGQ-IOqD8kitwRpUCmGed-fz_n9DllTXA_tK5-ZtT2jAgqrNQaix0uNad2c4neebwdKo/s400/Summer+Delights+114.jpg" border="0" />P.S. I found a snake. But did she get a picture of that? Noooooo. She didn't. Actually I found the snake yesterday (Sunday) right outside our garage door, in a separation between the driveway and sidewalk. I barked and snooped until my lady finally came to look and noticed that big ol' snake in there. Then she drug me away. So every time I went out I'd return to check on the snake. Today (Monday) my man came home and noticed that the snake was still there and that it was dead. He took it out and disposed of it. Wish I had a picture of me and that snake! That thing was four feet long. We don't know why he died but I gotta say lurking around under concrete like that can't be a good way to live. He should have found himself a chenille pillow on a big comfy couch.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-82564881705131123232008-06-20T09:56:00.000-07:002008-06-20T10:03:45.874-07:00Let's Play Chase<div>chase or tug o' war. Your choice!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZz_7fX6Jlj8nC2qJOHvDCIJEEve2U1XydI0naO4laAoItJWq8m01Aw9OFIVGN-1VRD5aQP7hpzC2C980mW66fgkFr_Y41-bkCQJMBo1OkZY61G3dMXSpnL-1hmglh97QUbs8deCuGrOk/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214009129553773218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZz_7fX6Jlj8nC2qJOHvDCIJEEve2U1XydI0naO4laAoItJWq8m01Aw9OFIVGN-1VRD5aQP7hpzC2C980mW66fgkFr_Y41-bkCQJMBo1OkZY61G3dMXSpnL-1hmglh97QUbs8deCuGrOk/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> On laundry days (or if I get lucky and someone leaves a sock or a pair of panties laying around) I challenge my lady and/or man to a game of chase. This is me letting my lady know, "I got this sock!" <br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214009353219487810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvO80mLBLHaKQO5nm7n5UTyKpa99AXQseKA4zm_YbdBTRSrq948ikLao3S8-44Fdk0hJR2SBvisF6w2Gy4mnu2-gnv9mn-NPShqbrv34TA2M2K9DxhfkL2s0pB_yY9R4LThSysh7pC-a0/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+016.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>If the first offer doesn't get her, then I give her this look. It's a winner every time. She can't resist. If I let her get ahold of the sock, then we play tug o' war. </div><div> </div><div>Surprised that I'm wanting to play these games? I've been feeling better lately. I'm even off of my medicine. Now I'm only taking glucosamine with condroitin (just like people do!). It's helping me enough so that I don't have to take the other stuff, which is bad for my liver and kidneys. </div><div> </div><div>So, wanna play?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-10680260099451540092008-06-19T13:06:00.001-07:002008-06-19T13:12:33.638-07:00R U Kidding Me?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlOmYgH2VpxyuGijTyrumMc70qYOmWkoC2Rx7DH-uSHfGh0CJJ3HVYa1jXTLxuavKbPItUv9b6Jl5vnSOc5DrPOBeBuJ2-9q8OP0S4jzV2whpFS2u3_nbhu9VzykGrMJpLOaYMkMzD0M/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213687255684572354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlOmYgH2VpxyuGijTyrumMc70qYOmWkoC2Rx7DH-uSHfGh0CJJ3HVYa1jXTLxuavKbPItUv9b6Jl5vnSOc5DrPOBeBuJ2-9q8OP0S4jzV2whpFS2u3_nbhu9VzykGrMJpLOaYMkMzD0M/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+125.jpg" border="0" /></a> I know you all remember my recent experience about which I blogged, aka "The Big Splash." After that experience you can surely understand my amazement (bordering on disgust) upon observing these two quackers in the pool. They appear to even be enjoying themselves! Go figure! Then . . .<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFppFvMbdNsh-uBbb05tJEDDWMOCoz4YJlHVN9YCjfpwtEbidisF_nlFrDQ5iiQ9JmOGgi_cr6woFWXH69P_aKEBqSPl6zbg-lOO3SYax9jnI_P3B5EQ1G9HKe5zYnkl3Xbh7u78ZFu0A/s1600-h/Bentlee+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213686956515556274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFppFvMbdNsh-uBbb05tJEDDWMOCoz4YJlHVN9YCjfpwtEbidisF_nlFrDQ5iiQ9JmOGgi_cr6woFWXH69P_aKEBqSPl6zbg-lOO3SYax9jnI_P3B5EQ1G9HKe5zYnkl3Xbh7u78ZFu0A/s400/Bentlee+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> we have <em>these </em>two "quackers" more or less doing the same thing!! What is up with ducks and people? Don't they know how dangerous that big blue hole is?<br /><br /><div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-13679813216582803742008-06-09T13:48:00.001-07:002008-06-09T14:13:28.263-07:00The Big Splash<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTvKSxy2ZoZVCtuyNCi2bzcKlXY1CevNZxfmhmfBoq-uI4QUZn8VB8NU3vz_0vB5aPxnWqq56qABr7c4OI2gGbLlY7Eat7CzK3RHibJdGPD0i4sLdGarx-MYKiOLyVNV520BawGUnvtc/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209987145951139666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTvKSxy2ZoZVCtuyNCi2bzcKlXY1CevNZxfmhmfBoq-uI4QUZn8VB8NU3vz_0vB5aPxnWqq56qABr7c4OI2gGbLlY7Eat7CzK3RHibJdGPD0i4sLdGarx-MYKiOLyVNV520BawGUnvtc/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+104.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yesterday was such an incredibly hot day, but I love, love, love to go outside in the sunshine even when it is so hot. So imagine my excitement when my man said, "I'm going out to check on the pool and I'm taking Tuffy with me." !!!!!!! My man and my lady worked for quite a while Sunday morning opening up that pool. I've been out there many times. It's one of my favorite places to explore and squirt around. Sometimes I find a lizard to chase; sometimes a frog will jump out from under the plantings; of course the chipmunks go out there and they're fast! quite a challenge. Anyway, they uncovered the pool and worked out there for a long time. Then they came in, cleaned up and the day continued as usual. I love Sundays! My people stay home with me all day long on Sundays. To get to go out to the pool was an extra treat. So, my man was checking on things at the pool and I was snooping around the edges (I love to walk on edges of thing: couch backs, porch edges, tops of stairs, pools). I just don't understand what happened! One instant I was walking along the edge of the pool enjoying all the smells, and the next instant: SPLASH!!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPvJN062wCTU106q4PYAfA4wnaNCp4wKPW1seq1I-QJTtunvG-Aal4lu6AZA2S9nmkOzuZTdtHobWwRxNRLckrcsCLUwAguL-FDpUlAIRrcOHLgJDmR30yvFQbQvbxJh6zdY9JgccEWdw/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209986936716686930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPvJN062wCTU106q4PYAfA4wnaNCp4wKPW1seq1I-QJTtunvG-Aal4lu6AZA2S9nmkOzuZTdtHobWwRxNRLckrcsCLUwAguL-FDpUlAIRrcOHLgJDmR30yvFQbQvbxJh6zdY9JgccEWdw/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+102.jpg" border="0" /></a> Brrrrrr! That water was cold! Well, I did what any doggy would do! I swam! I held my head above the water and dog-paddled for my life! I didn't swim long before my man pulled me out of the pool (by the leash around my neck - Ouch!! and Gag!!). After he made sure I was o.k. (of course I was o.k. I know how to swim!!), we went to the house. But when we got there, my man wouldn't let me go in because I was soaking wet. Then, things went from bad to worse: my lady heard us and opened the door for me to come in. When she saw me she exclaimed, "What happened to you?!" Then she got a towel and tried to dry me off. I growled at her because I hate getting dried off. Then we went to sit on the back porch (under the new fan :) ) and my people sipped on Pina Coladas until I got dry enough to be in the air-conditioned house.<br /><br />And that's the story of the big splash. I don't think I'll be hanging around the pool any more. Even though I'm a good swimmer, I really didn't like it much.Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2969147162526883432.post-44789857150128248342008-06-06T17:27:00.000-07:002008-06-06T17:39:50.739-07:00Lazy, Hazy Days of Summer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJMwRx0P1n4KjR3P__lGK9hmkeiwBSUwlZ9Jvj-Rbinc-sEKyR09RETHu65tcWFlMPrqUryFsQPnFIBmgnIapg4pMeYgKb5GeTbN2aQ6jb0BTrz4i9rAI_pDYTcHwUTx43abQmzenvuM/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208930491972867682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJMwRx0P1n4KjR3P__lGK9hmkeiwBSUwlZ9Jvj-Rbinc-sEKyR09RETHu65tcWFlMPrqUryFsQPnFIBmgnIapg4pMeYgKb5GeTbN2aQ6jb0BTrz4i9rAI_pDYTcHwUTx43abQmzenvuM/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+085.jpg" border="0" /></a>My man got my lady a brand new ceiling fan on the back porch, so you know we had to go out and enjoy it. We thought we would test it to see how effective it is at cooling us off when it's 94 degrees outside. It worked pretty good, especially considering that the late-day sunshine was on the porch with us. It's been a great day for me: my lady has been home and inside all day long. Also, she didn't work on her puzzle, so I've spent most of the day sitting in her lap while she read. I love to sit in my people's laps. It's the most comfortable seat in the house! However, if you're going to sit out on the back porch, that chaise lounge is truly a good spot. I can't figure out one thing, though: where is my man?!? He hasn't been around here very much the last few days. He leaves early in the morning and doesn't come home to stay until after dark. He is working way too much. I miss him. I can't wait for Sunday, because that's the day both my people will stay home with me all day long. It's my favorite day of the week. That's all for today. Stay cool, ya'll!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmpX-ecIxBzv13h0Fjl1B9Q_cZ9hCif_8fa86Rp1cs3-UDqVtnmrPdcpmAoMhU9tlB68VVHq60mGkcONF3bl-O5zBvU0OwlQ-hHaRjvUVngQioBHSJsqjViwVnNSa_Z_PNM1D0bg70ubs/s1600-h/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208930221034354530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmpX-ecIxBzv13h0Fjl1B9Q_cZ9hCif_8fa86Rp1cs3-UDqVtnmrPdcpmAoMhU9tlB68VVHq60mGkcONF3bl-O5zBvU0OwlQ-hHaRjvUVngQioBHSJsqjViwVnNSa_Z_PNM1D0bg70ubs/s400/Misc.+from+Pink+Camera+086.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Tuffy's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09018490280384288342noreply@blogger.com1