tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120564982024-03-07T20:14:21.791-06:00The Best Dog EverBegun as a creative outlet for The Typist -- who loves having a dog this smart but is still glad I don't have thumbs -- this blog may include forays into religion, United Methodism, spirituality, idealistic thoughts and prayers...basically, stuff that probably wouldn't interest your average dog.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.comBlogger279125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-42545513865947012822008-04-17T12:44:00.002-05:002008-04-17T12:48:29.926-05:00In Memoriam<div align="center">“You've given your heart for a dog to tear.”<br />–Rudyard Kipling, <em>The Power of The Dog</em><br /><br /><br />“Be thou comforted, little dog, Thou too in Resurrection shall have a little golden tail.”<br />–Martin Luther </div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190272065902203634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgau76Hth4pEA7mQkX9-TlOxIx5bnGME0oLpfVCdz7GCvck5iB18aQjmWB4MijDmATXHJnVsC8UeNlgm_osdZjy9Mt6vMzJJGc93TeQF5Wy1enliq7jmpo2QS4Gt-3xXumHPsrA/s400/CubApril14.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Cub Poppy Forbus</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>2000-2008</strong></span></div>DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com96tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-58692536257728054882008-04-15T07:07:00.003-05:002008-04-15T07:14:32.136-05:00How I'm doin'Well, The Typist and The Alpha are still paying a whole lot of attention to me. They're glad I'm taking my pills with peanut butter again instead of protesting, but they won't just let me eat chicken. There's this icky stuff that we brought home in cans from the vet. If I don't eat it on my own (which I don't), they make a milkshake out of it and <span style="font-style: italic;">help </span>me eat it. I don't particularly like that part, but I put up with because I really am starting to get hungry again.<br /><br />Yesterday I decided I like treats again, so that was kinda fun. Also, somebody I've never even met called The Typist to see how I was doing! That was really sweet of her.<br /><br />The Typist is still telling me I'm God's girl, but that's old news. I've always known that.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-10155520358795830542008-04-12T14:51:00.004-05:002008-04-12T14:54:44.746-05:00Glimpse of Grace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzSmFN985hQI9GKjvmz7K4k9NTpt8CKsd1UGdQwJM556hUEylTPmlYkuPenW4SZGNVpyDojbk8R5bRXTbGgXNEEms6dZJ6aqyLCW-RSzsoLiO4HVydYj07nzC1krlXKJz6-jz/s1600-h/GraceinBunnyForm.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzSmFN985hQI9GKjvmz7K4k9NTpt8CKsd1UGdQwJM556hUEylTPmlYkuPenW4SZGNVpyDojbk8R5bRXTbGgXNEEms6dZJ6aqyLCW-RSzsoLiO4HVydYj07nzC1krlXKJz6-jz/s400/GraceinBunnyForm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188449200177402594" border="0" /></a><br />This bunny isn't named Grace. This bunny gave us a glimpse of God's grace, in the finding, the sheltering, and the setting free.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-68147952848457099332008-04-11T19:48:00.002-05:002008-04-11T19:50:54.198-05:00Another note from The TypistHey there... just wanted to let the blogosphere know that Cub isn't doing so well right now. Her liver disease seems to be getting more aggressive. The Alpha and I plan to do whatever we can to keep her comfortable. Hopefully she'll be back to blogging in a day or two.<br /><br />Prayers are much appreciated. Again, and still.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-5622664410904969862008-04-09T07:03:00.004-05:002008-04-10T07:31:45.949-05:00Messing with my thumb-havers' headsSome would say I'm behaving more like a cat than a dog lately. You see, I've decided I don't like my special menu anymore. Well, except for the bran flakes and the chicken. I love bran flakes and chicken. But I'm finished with eggs and cottage cheese and wheat bread. I just am. Who knows? Maybe I'll decide to eat regular chow again. You never can tell with me.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-43016721447820972682008-04-03T20:29:00.007-05:002008-04-03T20:46:55.677-05:00RGBP Big Event: Geocache InternationaleHi, The Typist here, with another interruption of the dogblog to share some more about the <a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com">RevGals'</a> Big Event. (I pull rank now and then; it's one of the many benefits of having thumbs.)<br /><br />So... if you know <a href="http://thevicarofhogsmeade.blogspot.com/">The Vicar of Hogsmeade</a>, you know about <a href="http://www.geocaching.com">geocaching</a>. Trust me: this is a good thing! Here we are near the start of our morning in Cozumel:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglq9W7CpNlCneo6T0ruiqJvYmljq84hHCs4dRJ3iBsJ1rlEP1I03m-Aj8cpXTMu6_dkG5aS8t0g12Pxymmd8kElC_XJpiKLAyQOeWVYon-6U6bXH9OAyae4-AEgUvYk-DRwjoA/s1600-h/BE.geocachewalk.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglq9W7CpNlCneo6T0ruiqJvYmljq84hHCs4dRJ3iBsJ1rlEP1I03m-Aj8cpXTMu6_dkG5aS8t0g12Pxymmd8kElC_XJpiKLAyQOeWVYon-6U6bXH9OAyae4-AEgUvYk-DRwjoA/s320/BE.geocachewalk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185196936944631762" border="0" /></a>(That was the part where we were going the wrong way. Which was perfectly fine; after all, we were on an Adventure.)<br /><br />Then we got closer to what we were hunting:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3yt_2grMnQqogAaybHBKzZqDaJOJvN4vCLLYb5FVwovNQRmhPmvalOB9B9EcIjUHcBcaGRhaVPDstaSScWfP9TwdjLJPVCc-cwnpe95E5XRdWKU-nZRstlYBf8XIo4ZVMVZZ/s1600-h/BE.geocachesite.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3yt_2grMnQqogAaybHBKzZqDaJOJvN4vCLLYb5FVwovNQRmhPmvalOB9B9EcIjUHcBcaGRhaVPDstaSScWfP9TwdjLJPVCc-cwnpe95E5XRdWKU-nZRstlYBf8XIo4ZVMVZZ/s320/BE.geocachesite.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185197284836982754" border="0" /></a><br />See that cap in the lower left corner? It's on The Vicar herself, our illustrious leader for this endeavor.<br /><br />And, after much careful searching (along with some toes in the water and a nice rest at a patio table), we found the cache!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXH0wjbMGLX1BxIEaraxSRLZiLz3a-u4wXRt7uu_3kxZnxlzz-uSfSV9kckkX_bX9JuudpT7VCizr_Wnm6yMq0FEiHDeXloMovp96RavrGPnz1yandAvl3KWif-wkBxecJk-ms/s1600-h/BE.geocache.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXH0wjbMGLX1BxIEaraxSRLZiLz3a-u4wXRt7uu_3kxZnxlzz-uSfSV9kckkX_bX9JuudpT7VCizr_Wnm6yMq0FEiHDeXloMovp96RavrGPnz1yandAvl3KWif-wkBxecJk-ms/s400/BE.geocache.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185197886132404210" border="0" /></a><br />As you can see, serious geocachers never go barefoot while on the hunt. The rest of us were along for the experience, and a lovely one it was. (If you click for the larger version and look really closely, you can see will smama's blister a few inches from her tattoo. Both accessories were hard-earned.)<br /><br />So, while it may be on The Vicar's official log, <a href="http://godguurrlll.blogspot.com/">God Guurrlll</a>, <a href="http://preacherbloggerorprocrastinator.blogspot.com/">will smama</a>, and I also share the distinction of being international geocachers now.<br /><br />Thanks, Vicar!DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-56770562939934114992008-04-02T07:10:00.003-05:002008-04-02T07:16:52.941-05:00RGBP Big EventThe time on the ship is over, but I do feel as though the rest of it is just beginning.<br /><br />I'll be reeally late for work if I blog all my thoughts this morning, but I do have time to share a photo...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPAREO2J_UTsSiEKnt7TTaxdA8lWhloo75bI5AiehHdjsnoQh04A_3nGSffNJcDHKLEOewCopBMOxJ9Mqgomv7WBqsJTk8BI3IM3mQFfIOP-BQSG7Hmm73_ZSlix4P8u-anf1/s1600-h/BigEventTattoos.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPAREO2J_UTsSiEKnt7TTaxdA8lWhloo75bI5AiehHdjsnoQh04A_3nGSffNJcDHKLEOewCopBMOxJ9Mqgomv7WBqsJTk8BI3IM3mQFfIOP-BQSG7Hmm73_ZSlix4P8u-anf1/s400/BigEventTattoos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184620195851222978" border="0" /></a><br />Only <a href="http://preacherbloggerorprocrastinator.blogspot.com">one of these</a> is permanent, but they're all "real."<br /><br />As has been said by <a href="http://stcasseroleblog.blogspot.com/">St. Casserole</a> and many others: Love ya... mean it!DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-83957410925671510442008-03-31T20:36:00.004-05:002008-03-31T20:43:41.342-05:00She's back, and look!We got special bandannas!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3BvE29RwUJHApjZTCBfFI4Buowo2SgtLqdU-DCK3GleO-pJTbbwlnyBYjHeoE3JN7yYbAYJ-Qd_wBYpRFQoWuVQPH-7K73ov6llF9FCxwlNuUSiz2ouImJceSCM_MQhDMzjD/s1600-h/CozumelCub.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3BvE29RwUJHApjZTCBfFI4Buowo2SgtLqdU-DCK3GleO-pJTbbwlnyBYjHeoE3JN7yYbAYJ-Qd_wBYpRFQoWuVQPH-7K73ov6llF9FCxwlNuUSiz2ouImJceSCM_MQhDMzjD/s320/CozumelCub.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184084914077122466" border="0" /></a><br />The Typist got us these new bandannas when she was away with some other <a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com">RevGals</a>. Our friend <a href="http://redheelerranch.blogspot.com">Zorra </a>was there, but didn't get Amie one because Amie doesn't like to wear bandannas. (We don't understand that around here. We like accessorizing.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4h6jE2u7vDvMwhBFB5VqUA9cY8JjQiFQnyf7GF9P9MCUzw6FfITRUKDM8DZ5zEVNde7Wt848FURnoNkXm0b2YMu8wQfrVkgsLldThiYEwstDjNIHuRP_jG-hMnQMihlIDHRV/s1600-h/CozumelAngus.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4h6jE2u7vDvMwhBFB5VqUA9cY8JjQiFQnyf7GF9P9MCUzw6FfITRUKDM8DZ5zEVNde7Wt848FURnoNkXm0b2YMu8wQfrVkgsLldThiYEwstDjNIHuRP_jG-hMnQMihlIDHRV/s320/CozumelAngus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184085730120908722" border="0" /></a><br />See the logo? These bandannas help out <a href="http://www.humanecozumel.org">other dogs and cats</a> in Cozumel.<br /><br />The Typist had a great time with the other RevGalBlogPals, but is very tired now and is saying something about laundry and a shower and bed. The Boy and I don't really care for laundry or showers, but we're right with her on the bed thing. Anyway, we think she'll probably do her own blog entry pretty soon. But for now, we're glad she's back and that she brought us cool stuff.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-30085502227064064172008-03-25T22:22:00.007-05:002008-03-25T22:38:34.919-05:00Because I'm a prissy princess, that's why.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAWHKTwiF3lUu3cFGNZrBg_8M2GrH1KugIosQcfQcvtmNBmbm3l56CAnNyJU2kmaMG9w6n16D_U-XNeHfCN7GvWYFwzoRBO5zh51mRwt3XpVwB4XT9FgnePZyE1VfGn_f7GTg/s1600-h/OatmealIcky.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAWHKTwiF3lUu3cFGNZrBg_8M2GrH1KugIosQcfQcvtmNBmbm3l56CAnNyJU2kmaMG9w6n16D_U-XNeHfCN7GvWYFwzoRBO5zh51mRwt3XpVwB4XT9FgnePZyE1VfGn_f7GTg/s200/OatmealIcky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181889129226911634" border="0" /></a>It only took one day for the thumb-havers to figure out why I wouldn't eat my oatmeal and chicken for supper anymore. They're learning fast.<br /><br />What they learned is that I liked the oatmeal out of the other round box better.<br /><br />And when that other box was empty and they brought in a new round box with different pictures on it, I didn't like that oatmeal.<br /><br />They didn't think I'd notice the difference, just because they don't. Well, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">the nosery nose knows, </span>and that's final.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulMx9WhMjfy4jXc8N-ZUXimBSo7bJxZWZI9NKRI93xq2F9-cmFZDvzTIq85oLgu1XVquFvB8FQ61QWCFuwE3VZ5lPVduEvpsTztG5Gniw9sbPr0gaxNcKu-TjjtTLuypsb_jp/s1600-h/OatmealGood.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulMx9WhMjfy4jXc8N-ZUXimBSo7bJxZWZI9NKRI93xq2F9-cmFZDvzTIq85oLgu1XVquFvB8FQ61QWCFuwE3VZ5lPVduEvpsTztG5Gniw9sbPr0gaxNcKu-TjjtTLuypsb_jp/s200/OatmealGood.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181889026147696514" border="0" /></a>These boxes both have pictures of oatmeal, but the oatmeal smelled totally different from the icky box. Also, the good box has cookies on it, too.<br /><br />So The Alpha went out and got me the good box of oatmeal and fixed it with my chicken for supper tonight. And I rewarded him by eating it.</div><br />I still don't think I'd eat the oatmeal from the box with the man in the hat on it. He's kinda creepy.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-20983981758059069432008-03-23T20:21:00.003-05:002008-03-23T20:30:59.379-05:00Happy Easter!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZoggVHdsEQa3NUQoJYtkmHlA18Q7UQpFqNHoRxA00D2wMBfEXhPdFPOOCb_3P5B1Av_5lM_Vj4-EiwNlNUgn6618Kb2MoB83YNwyvEuJ1oRtc9-EVkGm2j0M8yxfheotQmXj/s1600-h/Easter2008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZoggVHdsEQa3NUQoJYtkmHlA18Q7UQpFqNHoRxA00D2wMBfEXhPdFPOOCb_3P5B1Av_5lM_Vj4-EiwNlNUgn6618Kb2MoB83YNwyvEuJ1oRtc9-EVkGm2j0M8yxfheotQmXj/s400/Easter2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181112375801495394" border="0" /></a><br />This is a nifty picture for a lot of reasons:<br /><ol><li>All four of us have glowy eyes. That doesn't happen very often. The Typist doesn't like that, but I think it's cool. Besides, she doesn't really know how to use Photoshop so she can't do anything about it, even with having thumbs and everything.</li><li>We are all looking at the camera. And it only took one try.<br /></li><li>We are all dressed in our Easter finery. See my sunflower bandanna?</li></ol>Happy Easter, everybody!DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-10736141980628396352008-03-22T19:03:00.004-05:002008-03-22T19:18:57.179-05:00GleaningThe Typist says most dogs and thumb-havers aren't into following Levitical law. So she thinks it is interesting that I let The Boy <a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=73230766">glean</a> from my bowl.<br /><br />Here he is gleaning some cottage cheese, oatmeal, wheat bread, and maybe even a little chicken that I left for him. Yes, he gets his own chow, too, but he knows mine is special. So I share a taste with him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4x1aPaXAzxyRxrQS52oqK6bqjmqauLpvGM7bCSSlzYbSgn_DMJMA7fCX32lt5Col_kknMH7XfailyM7ysJQnP3_Z-A2gfCPVtyRGs42d2nawRD74e7Rq_Hac2JCCQEEB3ay-x/s1600-h/AngusGleaning.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4x1aPaXAzxyRxrQS52oqK6bqjmqauLpvGM7bCSSlzYbSgn_DMJMA7fCX32lt5Col_kknMH7XfailyM7ysJQnP3_Z-A2gfCPVtyRGs42d2nawRD74e7Rq_Hac2JCCQEEB3ay-x/s400/AngusGleaning.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180721984749125458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"When you reap the harvest of your land, you shall not reap to the very edges of your field, or gather the gleanings of your harvest; you shall leave them for the poor and for the alien..."</span><br /><br />Well, our Pop has been known to say The Boy is "poor as a snake," so I guess that means he's poor. And he didn't live here when he was a pup like I did, so I guess that means he's an alien, too.<br /><br />It may just look like he's sniffing in the picture, but he was licking all over, really. His tongue is at least as fast as mine.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-74654110428801447012008-03-21T07:34:00.004-05:002008-03-21T07:45:20.487-05:00Good Friday FiveThe Typist here; this Friday Five isn't really up Cub's alley, so I'm playing it solo.<br />From <a href="http://revhrod.blogspot.com/">RevHRod</a> over at <a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/">RevGalBlogPals</a>:<br /><br /><ol><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Our prayer concerns are as varied as we are this day. For whom would you like us to pray?</span><br />Continued prayers for Cub, as we have her checkup at the vet in an hour. Her <a href="http://cubpoppy.blogspot.com/search?q=aunt+cathy">Aunt Cathy</a> of marvelous dogsitting fame is coming, too, because while Cub will be just fine, I'm not so sure about me. So, I guess that means prayers for me, too. And prayers for all who are struggling with depression and related problems, as I'm always becoming aware of more people dealing with such.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Are there things you have done or will do today to help the young ones understand this important day in our lives?</span><br />Don't have any young ones myself, but it was cool watching the youngest worshiper at last night's Maundy Thursday service being guided through the song lyrics by her mom, especially "Were You There (when they crucified my Lord)."<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Music plays an important part in sharing the story of this day. Is there a hymn or piece of music that you have found particularly meaningful to your celebrations of Good Friday?</span><br />"What Wondrous Love Is This" has long been a song I lean on this time of year.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">As you hear the passion narrative, is there a character that you particularly resonate with?</span><br />Peter, and his denial of Jesus after his insistence that such a thing could never happen.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where have you seen the gracious God of love at work lately?</span><br />In a fellow church member who is answering a calling to begin an adult special needs ministry, and in watching her establish a connection with a visiting family in need of that ministry last night after worship.<br /></li></ol>DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-72429247670512011902008-03-18T21:00:00.002-05:002008-03-18T21:03:07.012-05:00My sock is falling down!At least, that's what The Alpha says my front leg looks like since I came back from the all-night vet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXq_5znTEBUvf6MzuY0wDrVqF5NNm26qoATi96YkCS0uDx4Ydg9PsuE2d1khfO9tfZag1QoQ_51hNa30544o6v5z7u9Zifii5YFjb4m68LbzPgd2MGZQFA0xMZLrqhhEebRZIp/s1600-h/sockcub.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXq_5znTEBUvf6MzuY0wDrVqF5NNm26qoATi96YkCS0uDx4Ydg9PsuE2d1khfO9tfZag1QoQ_51hNa30544o6v5z7u9Zifii5YFjb4m68LbzPgd2MGZQFA0xMZLrqhhEebRZIp/s400/sockcub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179267281603705826" border="0" /></a><br />What do you think?DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-78738238778609867832008-03-14T08:22:00.003-05:002008-03-14T08:26:40.711-05:00Home from the all-night vetHey everybody! Thank you for praying for me. I got to come home! The Typist says I'm still "loopy from the Valium," whatever that means, but I feel pretty nice. I'm resting on the living room floor, and I had a nice breakfast and I was nice to The Boy and let him smell where I'd been all night. The thumb-havers at the all-night vet were nice. The bed in there was nice. The being able to quit having that big long string of seizures was nice. Alllll.... nice. I'm nice! They also wrote on my chart, "She is a very sweet dog." That's nice...DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-48086435045575619002008-03-14T00:16:00.002-05:002008-03-14T00:19:21.170-05:00Pray for CubHi, The Typist here.<br /><br />Cub is spending the night at the emergency vet. While we were out for our evening walk, she started having a seizure -- she is epileptic, so we expected it to pass, but it didn't. We had to carry her back home, where it continued for another hour, then we took her to the vet. They have her on Valium and expect to keep her between 12 and 24 hours.<br /><br />The rest of us are going to try to sleep now. Please keep our inter-species family in your prayers. And if you're not the kind of person who prays for dogs, don't tell me that. Just pray for us thumb-havers, then.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-14512547819146732922008-03-11T21:47:00.002-05:002008-03-11T21:55:25.709-05:00Thumb-havers are silly.Tonight The Boy and I got to go for <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a ride</span>, then <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">a walk</span> up and down the Greenbelt. Which really means up and down a wide sidewalk, because they wouldn't let us walk in the mud. No fair. (Might have something to do with those baths to which we were subjected over the weekend. But at least I'm all soft and fluffy.) The Boy managed to walk in some mud anyway. He's quick!<br /><br />Another weird part was that The Alpha kept giving The Boy's leash to The Typist, and she would keep us <span style="font-style: italic;">sitting</span> on the sidewalk while he rattled around in the bushes -- well, not so much bushes as little trees without their leaves on them, but you get the idea. He was "<a href="http://www.geocaching.com">geocaching</a>." I think it helps to have thumbs if you want to do that. And a Gee Pee Ess receiver, whatever that is.<br /><br />Anothernother weird thing is that our blogfriend <a href="http://princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/2008/03/peeps-etiquette.html">Mindy is getting her Peeps all ready</a> for Easter, and that got The Alpha excited. He says there's going to be a Peeps experiment this weekend at the fire pit. Mainly the fire pit means "stay away, dogs, because your tail fur might get burned." But dogs are supposed to stay at the edge of the firelight anyway. It is our heritage.<br /><br />So, that's what we've been doing tonight. How about you?DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-25751933463736850262008-03-06T21:07:00.002-06:002008-03-06T21:10:13.759-06:00German Dog, Texas SnowThe Typist started playing with Movie Maker tonight, right after I played in the snow. And so, I present my first short-form documentary:<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIVauU9Jty0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIVauU9Jty0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />You know, The Boy decided later that he liked the snow after all. So we had The Alpha throw snowballs for us to catch. We never could find them when we dropped them, though. Strangest thing.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-43977079906071267762008-03-06T19:54:00.006-06:002008-03-06T20:22:47.158-06:00The Middle Name Game<a href="http://faithincommunity.blogspot.com/">Diane</a> (<a href="http://scoutdog.wordpress.com/">Scout's</a> mom) tagged me for a meme that uses your middle name.<br /><br />I'm glad I have a middle name. Not all dogs have them. My middle name is Poppy. It's because of some silly video game The Alpha used to play, but it's also nice that a poppy is a flower. And around our house, it means a puppy, but all grown up.<br /><br />Here are the rules:<br /><p>1. You have to post the rules before you give your answers.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></p><p>2. You must list one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name. (If you don't have a middle name, use your maiden name or your mother's maiden name).</p><p>3. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag one person <span style="font-style: italic;">(or blogger of another species)</span> for each letter of your middle name. (Be sure to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged.)</p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span></span> </span>is for Pretty. There's no doubt about it, I'm a good-lookin' dog.<br /><p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >O</span> is for Overjoyed, because I have a really sweet deal here with my family! Sometimes they tell me to get a job and pull my own weight, but I know they don't mean it.<br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span></span></span> (this time) is for Prissy. I don't like to admit it, but there it is all the same.<br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span></span></span> (again!) is for Protective. I do a lot of good guarding work, even when nobody wants me to.<br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Y</span></span> </span>is for "YES! What is it?" Which is what I answer every time I hear a question that starts with, "Cub, do you want a..."<br /></p><p>And, I tag <a href="http://catzandbestof.blogspot.com/">Whistle</a>, <a href="http://tiriacat.blogspot.com/">Tiria</a>, <a href="http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/">Molly</a>, <a href="http://avanta7.livejournal.com/">Phoebe</a>, and <a href="http://notthesameasbeingafrog.blogspot.com/">Grendel</a>, who has had a surprise houseguest this week.<br /></p>DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-58823574660814293282008-03-02T17:56:00.007-06:002008-03-02T18:23:52.614-06:00Six random things<a href="http://theo2011.blogspot.com/">LawAndGospel</a> tagged us for a meme! The rules are:<br />--Link to the person who tagged you. <span style="font-style: italic;">(done)</span><br />--Post the rules on your blog. <span style="font-style: italic;">(here they are)</span><br />--Share six non important things/habits/quirks about yourself. <span style="font-style: italic;">(we'll do three each, since we were both tagged)</span><br />--Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. <span style="font-style: italic;">(we've tagged folks on this one before, so we'll just let you decide if you want to play...)</span><br />--Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Let us know if you play by leaving a comment!)</span><br /><br />So here are the six non-important things/habits/quirks about me/us:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Typist's turn:</span><br />1) When I give Cub and Angus good-dogs-go-out treats, I like the treats to be the same color. The Alpha makes fun of me for this, and I don't blame him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhqyuV0rNXJvnviMGWJVhd30j1IxCkAEUU3mSIPEFTXo0kx2BZ1SV0fP7x-F_rfsFMebLViL17fhGsE7g9viTWmPcxaL6fmFeeWwAfg5CXkWn0_42GNcfPKVIPlUBg1yRg0LP/s1600-h/Babyhatcuffed.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhqyuV0rNXJvnviMGWJVhd30j1IxCkAEUU3mSIPEFTXo0kx2BZ1SV0fP7x-F_rfsFMebLViL17fhGsE7g9viTWmPcxaL6fmFeeWwAfg5CXkWn0_42GNcfPKVIPlUBg1yRg0LP/s320/Babyhatcuffed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173300575567180450" border="0" /></a><br />2) I knitted a hat for the first time last weekend (thankfully, the yarn is pretty forgiving). It was a baby hat to match a blanket I'd done for a friend, and can be worn cuffed or un-cuffed:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj8zwP0TNFuKXY2qd3hyphenhyphenvnvFnWTqbwBa2oRgP4W79izAG77M3_tlARXu5AGxhZebUOMUrqO_KKd1VGnew7Ug1IjhroIHK4COeZEk-hfSuLeynYa-vEk_sUBKnZ5sl_KwWZGAp/s1600-h/Babyhat.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj8zwP0TNFuKXY2qd3hyphenhyphenvnvFnWTqbwBa2oRgP4W79izAG77M3_tlARXu5AGxhZebUOMUrqO_KKd1VGnew7Ug1IjhroIHK4COeZEk-hfSuLeynYa-vEk_sUBKnZ5sl_KwWZGAp/s320/Babyhat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173300377998684818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />3) I've watched more DVDs this weekend than I had so far all year.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Cub's turn:</span><br /><br />1) The Alpha cut my toenails today. I was very good, and I got a treat after each paw was done (and all the treats were the same color).<br /><br />2) During my nap today, I was chasing bunnies.<br /><br />3) I have a habit of going On Patrol in the back yard. I cover the perimeter, then I sit sentry by the back gate. Sometimes a motorcycle goes by in the alley and I yell at it.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-7933455151914895822008-02-27T21:50:00.006-06:002008-02-27T22:09:59.358-06:00Oh, I got it. Yes, I did.So, tonight we were going round and round and round the living room playing "Get him," which I usually do pretty well, but tonight I got The Boy very, very well! I got him so good that I took the bluebell right out of his mouth! No, I didn't knock it out and then pick it up. I <span style="font-style: italic;">took</span> it. With my pointy teeth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuJMZXbSA8vvRgsq36F57YMts3QY872rcxJNgh0kFhniI6MjbEw6j7DDxo4oyPHuoXXSbibCCrPFCCblY0Pmc5cQKv7-JeF9FdOHvT6ayVEZNjKoi-ChGHIScEU52c4Jc65sH/s1600-h/bluebell.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuJMZXbSA8vvRgsq36F57YMts3QY872rcxJNgh0kFhniI6MjbEw6j7DDxo4oyPHuoXXSbibCCrPFCCblY0Pmc5cQKv7-JeF9FdOHvT6ayVEZNjKoi-ChGHIScEU52c4Jc65sH/s400/bluebell.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171876416821059442" border="0" /></a><br />It's mine now.<br /><br />See me with it?<br /><br />I surprised The Boy and The Alpha (and myself a bit, too, honestly!). When The Typist got home, she called it a <span style="font-style: italic;">smackdown.</span>DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-81128120802605368362008-02-22T06:37:00.003-06:002008-02-22T07:06:26.270-06:00A Heavenly Friday FiveOver at <a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/">RevGalBlogPals</a>, <a href="http://pastoretteponderings.blogspot.com/">Singing Owl</a> writes:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am in Seattle assisting with family stuff and preparing to attend a memorial service (Saturday) for my sister who died of complications of early-onset Alzheimer's disease. </span> <div><span style="font-style: italic;">I am not grieving much, since the shock and tears and goodbyes and losses have been many and have occurred for a long time now. I am mostly relieved that my wonderful sister and best friend is free from pain and confusion, and I am thinking of eternity. That sounds somber, but I don't mean it to be. I decided to have a little fun with the idea. So how about we share five "heavenly" things? These can me serious or funny or a combination of the two.<br /><br /></span> </div><div>First, prayers for Singing Owl, who has been through a very long goodbye because of her sister's Alzheimer's disease. And thankfulness that Darlaine is now free from it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DPj364OM1fYKb768NKgZP9KMdr_4SQyy9bVjpRAHQYmd-17ij7kydcNGaBRdGvfGwYWDduGrfjd5VlikK0u5_crW5QICxmkpHe9LsIuhQbeK-wdov-u1bWI2OEqA1gPvffxQ/s1600-h/NorthwestGlacier.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DPj364OM1fYKb768NKgZP9KMdr_4SQyy9bVjpRAHQYmd-17ij7kydcNGaBRdGvfGwYWDduGrfjd5VlikK0u5_crW5QICxmkpHe9LsIuhQbeK-wdov-u1bWI2OEqA1gPvffxQ/s400/NorthwestGlacier.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169790054852648802" border="0" /></a>Now, we haven't played Friday Five in a while, so we're doing a tandem play!<br /><br />What is your idea of a <em>heavenly</em> (i.e. wonderful and perfect):</div><br /><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Family get-together</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Typist:</span> Vacations with The Alpha. Time with Super-Niece, made more precious now that she's even further away for grad school. Little moments that pass by so quickly you barely recognize them.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cub:</span> Everybody on the couch! Sometimes The Boy will climb on The Alpha's or The Typist's lap (or both) and let me stretch out a bit, which is nice.<br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Song or musical piece</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Typist:</span> Oh, this is too difficult! I really loved the last concert I attended, though, so I'll say something by <a href="http://www.terrihendrix.com/">Terri Hendrix</a>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cub:</span> I'm not that big on specific music, but I think it's heavenly when the band The Typist is in gets together at my house.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Gift</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Typist: </span>Our trip to Alaska was a gift The Alpha and I gave each other for our 10th anniversary. Amazing and wonderful.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cub:</span> <a href="http://www.petco.com/shop/product.aspx?familyid=100216&cm_mmc=bazaarvoice-_-RLP-_-100216-_-image_link">SQUIRRELY!</a> The Boy and I each got another one for Christmas.<br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. You choose whatever you like-food, pair of shoes, vacation, house, or something else. Just tell us what it is and what a heavenly version of it would be.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Typist: </span>Back to Alaska, please. But we can skip Fairbanks this time and go inside the Arctic Circle instead. And I really missed my dogs for those 10 days, so it'd be heavenly if they could come, too.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cub:</span> You know, things are pretty good around here. I'll just leave it at that.<br /></div><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;">5. And for a serious moment, or what would you like your entrance into the next life to be like? </div><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">What, from your vantage point now, would make Heaven "heavenly?"</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Typist: </span>It's a very small piece of it that I'm sharing... my mom there to greet me, no longer allergic to anything, especially not animals, many of which she loved but couldn't be around. She would've loved Cub, but probably wouldn't have been able to spend more than a few minutes in a house where a dog lived.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cub: </span>All my favorite thumb-havers, of course, which is a lot of them, and my friends who have gone on... especially <a href="http://cubpoppy.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-memoriam-lady.html">Lady</a>.<br /></div>DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-19026294188399033442008-02-15T06:53:00.002-06:002008-02-15T07:03:17.136-06:00Scout gave me an award!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvm1xzWNVQc41_cuJzJ_Wjkg2EGdbETl0jzmdUCVpFRjx_BbOpN_ogJ4GitX9w7dgrJY-K9IsdieD2qyKzc-Ykq3DDpWIT_vcNYCi8258uWed_fyyMR_RdDEsmDq28uEJqG5H/s1600-h/so-special-award-ii.thumbnail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvm1xzWNVQc41_cuJzJ_Wjkg2EGdbETl0jzmdUCVpFRjx_BbOpN_ogJ4GitX9w7dgrJY-K9IsdieD2qyKzc-Ykq3DDpWIT_vcNYCi8258uWed_fyyMR_RdDEsmDq28uEJqG5H/s400/so-special-award-ii.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167189619658645330" border="0" /></a>My friend <a href="http://scoutdog.wordpress.com/">Scout</a> gave me this award! Isn't it nice of her? I've always thought I was special, but it's nice to know others think so, too.<br /><br />And another cool thing about this award is that I get to share it! So I give the So Special Award to <a href="http://redheelerranch.blogspot.com/">Zorra and Amie</a>, and <a href="http://princessandthebeads.blogspot.com/">Princess Mindy</a> (who got some wonderful PantiPalooza publicity this week), and <a href="http://mewsingsbyspooky.blogspot.com/">Spooky</a>, a cat who has started coming by to visit my blog lately. (I'm not very good with cats in real life, so I try to be extra-nice to them on my blog.)<br /><br />I made The Typist help me give out my awards before she left this morning for a very long day. I don't like it when she's gone for very long days, especially when it's supposed to be her work-from-home day, where she sits at the computer and I come up and she pets me. And I hear tomorrow will be another very long day away from me, too. I don't know what it means to interview candidates for bishop, or what a bishop even is, but it seems like it probably won't be much fun if The Typist can't hang out with dogs while she's doing it. I'm just sayin'.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-87367852548906000012008-02-09T17:07:00.000-06:002008-02-09T17:18:03.420-06:00Adventures of last nightLast night, The Boy and I got a big <span style="font-style: italic;">walk,</span> and then a <span style="font-style: italic;">ride!</span><br /><br />First, The Alpha and The Typist left in <a href="http://cubpoppy.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-new-car.html">our car</a>, and we stayed in the back yard. Not unusual. But what was different was that when they came back, they came in through the front door, and without our car! Then they fed us supper. (I could tell they'd already eaten because I could smell beef.)<br /><br />So, after a little while they took us for a walk, but not our usual route. At first we thought we were going to get to go to the <a href="http://cubpoppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/dog-logic-for-thumb-havers.html">Magic Treat Window</a>, but we walked right past that place. Instead, we went past a pond and over a bridge and across quite a few streets (I lost count because it was more than four), and before we knew it, we were at a place with lots of cars, including ours! We could also smell beef, so we were pretty sure they'd had their thumb-haver supper in the same area. That, and they said something about <span style="font-style: italic;">walking it off</span> being a good thing.<br /><br />We hopped in our car for our <span style="font-style: italic;">ride, </span>and we rode... right back home! It didn't take long, but it was still fun. After all, <span style="font-style: italic;">walks </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">rides </span>are two of the best things a dog can get, and last night, we got them both!DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-31792584757561530342008-02-04T20:42:00.000-06:002008-02-04T20:51:30.603-06:00Didja see the big game?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj3pOZ6pk27q3TVwRvZcyhJD_ihP3PH5C-sET8yyk5QHNQB-c7AYmc4zawvs7HJXzoKczgNpBr1yGtt3MHWO0n2JjN2YWOlMcq7YfAMXcbb7ie2s0PoXiQ_316uaxSEbMzZCDr/s1600-h/puppybowllogo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj3pOZ6pk27q3TVwRvZcyhJD_ihP3PH5C-sET8yyk5QHNQB-c7AYmc4zawvs7HJXzoKczgNpBr1yGtt3MHWO0n2JjN2YWOlMcq7YfAMXcbb7ie2s0PoXiQ_316uaxSEbMzZCDr/s320/puppybowllogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163322382784307138" border="0" /></a>Watching the <a href="http://animal.discovery.com/tv/puppy-bowl/puppy-bowl.html?dcitc=w99-501-ah-1021">Puppy Bowl</a> was great yesterday!<br /><br />Our favorite player, Bruin the Alaskan Malamute, didn't get MVP, but that's only because some silly thumb-havers Just Didn't Get how Cool he was. Maybe they thought he was too big for a puppy. But that's how big he is, even though he's young!<br /><br />We did some playing of our own, too, but it was nice to get some napping in while the young pups frolicked.<br /><br />The Alpha and The Typist especially liked the Bowl Cam. (We are not getting a camera in the bottom of our water bowl here. That would be a little too much for The Boy to handle.)DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12056498.post-18562429547128111552008-01-29T07:12:00.000-06:002008-01-29T07:14:34.940-06:00My special menuI have an update on my special menu: I don't like yogurt anymore.<br /><br />I decided not to like it when I saw how many big tubs of yogurt The Alpha brought home. I mean, if you can get that much of it, how is it special?<br /><br />So, I'm letting The Boy have the yogurt now. I still like cottage cheese, though.DogBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188110384649189032noreply@blogger.com9