tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69958714957701493452024-02-02T08:09:48.553-08:00Letters To GavinWall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-65987567743884470362011-11-03T08:26:00.000-07:002011-11-03T09:31:37.252-07:00It Was One Long Day!<span style="color:#000099;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Why do you live so far away?? Gramma said that you were meeting us half-way. That sounded good. Until Oscar pointed out that we would still have to drive home. I suppose the whole day would have been better if we had left Papa at home. He was in a bad mood.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Gramma told him that she planned to drive the first half since she knew he was tired and his neck was hurting, but he insisted on driving. I will tell you once again that I am not a fan of road trips. I am especially not a fan of road trips in Gramma's car. I don't care where I try to sit or lie down I can see trucks and cars whizzing by and I do not like it!! Oscar insists on sitting in the front seat with Gramma. Emmy sits on top of Oscar. Oscar says that this is the way they always ride and for the rest of us dogs to find another seat. He is so bossy. I prefer to ride in Gramma's arms, with my face buried in her neck. She will pet me and tell me everything is alright and I feel safe in this position. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Gramma has managed to get all three of us dogs in her lap before. But their were<em> </em>five of us<em> </em>dogs on this trip. Max, the new puppy wanted to ride in Gramma's arms. I know that he might look like me when I was a mere pup, but, that does not mean he can take my place! The puppy called Toni was jumping and leaping and going to the front and then to the back and creating havoc. There was a time when Gramma had all five of us in her lap. She had put our favorite big blanket in the back of the car, along with a kennel for new puppy, Max. Gramma got tire of all of us in her lap and she made all of us get in the back. New puppy, Max, went to sleep and I tried to stay still ..... really I did. Papa couldn't seem to keep the wheels off those kerdunkity things on the side of the road. Every time he hit them it scared me and I would jump into the front to Gramma. Gramma would ask Papa to let her drive, but he would say he was fine.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Gramma and Papa were not using happy voices and Papa hit the kerdunkity things one last time and I accidentally clawed Gramma when I jumped into her lap. She yelled at Papa to pull over and then she took the wheel. I must say that the ride was much smoother with Gramma behind the wheel. We can keep that between us, okay?</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">All of dogs finally went to sleep and we woke up, Gramma was pulling into a parking lot. I wondered if us dogs were suppose to get out and do our business, because Gramma was attaching leads to our harnesses. I looked up and I SAW YOU!!!!!!! You were right there at my window. I was so happy to see you, my boy. You did not reach for the new puppy, Max, no you did not! You wanted to see me!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The trip home was better. Papa tried to drive again and Gramma made him pull over again and he slept. Gramma was not happy with his behavior. He wanted to make you and your mom drive the whole way and Gramma wanted you to be able to get Max as soon as possible so that he would not be so attached to her. Gramma muttered while she drove. Papa can't hear very well anyway and he was sleeping, so he didn't hear all the things she said ......... but us dogs did. She wasn't happy, that's all I am going to say.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Us dogs were happy to get home. The puppy called Toni and I went into the back yard and ran and ran. We were worried that we wouldn't be able to sleep, since we slept all day in the car, but we did! I wish I could have played with you when I saw you. I was happy to see Max go home with you. I told him that he had to be good and play nice with you. He will grow and then he can protect you, too. Gramma says that he is happy to be with you and that he plays with you. She did say that your mom was really smitten by Max. That's okay, cause I know that you will always love me the best. I mean, what's not to love?</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Your best dog, Wall-E</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-10826859575122014042011-10-21T12:55:00.000-07:002011-10-21T14:21:22.553-07:00Nap Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7ew-vbezAcugn82wKpD5q32GTkDju1hNppqbXU_VLMPTVGMCybKB-YdgUt8lMPbYhhOLZWBSN0q9TH7l5FwH3N3bKMck85yT_yD6kk58EbjYnxpn3zKoT5OJsC2r6jz-8_IRv2wuGFkp/s1600/DSCN3884.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666038548103464306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7ew-vbezAcugn82wKpD5q32GTkDju1hNppqbXU_VLMPTVGMCybKB-YdgUt8lMPbYhhOLZWBSN0q9TH7l5FwH3N3bKMck85yT_yD6kk58EbjYnxpn3zKoT5OJsC2r6jz-8_IRv2wuGFkp/s400/DSCN3884.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Your new puppy, Max, sure does like to sleep. I enjoy a quality nap myself. I like to sit close to Gramma while she works on the computer and have a nice little snooze. I can feel her hand pet me from time to time and her leg is nice and warm. Oscar likes to be alone while he naps and the girl dogs like to lay in the sun, while us boy dogs like to be inside. We like to be close to Gramma, you know. In case she might need us. To protect her.</span><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAStKdE6OdH4yeh6foxutPdgCPIYQgILXXd38SVwc8f9w_6Ybz1SkPeW6kteBVYbp6syv_M9UgyPN2k141mQNnXWiOKE1qMRjqsN4p56ghqCpUnJrV3Uq6NDyik6qvBgyy9-8Peh5D4pKW/s1600/DSCN3878.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666038352145378674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAStKdE6OdH4yeh6foxutPdgCPIYQgILXXd38SVwc8f9w_6Ybz1SkPeW6kteBVYbp6syv_M9UgyPN2k141mQNnXWiOKE1qMRjqsN4p56ghqCpUnJrV3Uq6NDyik6qvBgyy9-8Peh5D4pKW/s400/DSCN3878.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I was enjoying just such a nap yesterday with Max asleep behind me. He got up and then turned around to get comfortable, then went back to sleep. He likes to be close to Gramma, too. He is a boy dog, like me and Oscar.</span></p><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinE1m-ZvTyVOOe8SXJJ8qWlEbyTkCWLeQlizIptybp3h_NZCqQ4n1fxHz1eq5YykDxOlv54BVIjWtL273G2733f_JjHSBmeBqJiP6l6ZwrVXMaktizUT93L6rHhvujPFO0MtDISE65X3wM/s1600/DSCN3881.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666038015221844530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinE1m-ZvTyVOOe8SXJJ8qWlEbyTkCWLeQlizIptybp3h_NZCqQ4n1fxHz1eq5YykDxOlv54BVIjWtL273G2733f_JjHSBmeBqJiP6l6ZwrVXMaktizUT93L6rHhvujPFO0MtDISE65X3wM/s400/DSCN3881.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">He is too small to protect her. Gramma wishes he would sleep like this at night. I heard her tell Pap that she was up twice with Max last night.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4AJ5CHGmTCu4xV9udjsxVdZ6k1p0ng1KDvulxu6bWCKpYHIVDVkiAlUq21ROnSq8rLjufBuUhLQUnWaeUPUY-iHoeLjk5uIDzIohVlSUUzYvZwTsnM_1j8vNFMYxXwfYXTagpvCyAba7/s1600/DSCN3883.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666037761428271266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4AJ5CHGmTCu4xV9udjsxVdZ6k1p0ng1KDvulxu6bWCKpYHIVDVkiAlUq21ROnSq8rLjufBuUhLQUnWaeUPUY-iHoeLjk5uIDzIohVlSUUzYvZwTsnM_1j8vNFMYxXwfYXTagpvCyAba7/s400/DSCN3883.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Gramma sure does like to take pictures of Max while he sleeps.</span></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9KNMZhI5POjtIb28GIekEr3MHg-NsFmdblNIaGeexpJ_XScjA0H9YBNCY62_ZNZ7rP1ZwoACVZlH4KcLge306OZFz0ywzGuen7pwW3XDJnDIeuhWe8G3OrVjNDSJ5DYGJOsmSSzgQsLc/s1600/DSCN3891.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666037473106332546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9KNMZhI5POjtIb28GIekEr3MHg-NsFmdblNIaGeexpJ_XScjA0H9YBNCY62_ZNZ7rP1ZwoACVZlH4KcLge306OZFz0ywzGuen7pwW3XDJnDIeuhWe8G3OrVjNDSJ5DYGJOsmSSzgQsLc/s400/DSCN3891.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">And sleeps.</span></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWv8J7sZRZLYbhGYGsnEHfeUB3PxuowgpT0fnk0iusQ__P5biCTyC6ANV918X0oKJXBdkOq-f_hWrOLw1nOS_Jtt_wpLRAQ0i9D2nrKat9gRxZkNIEipCFgmK9-r0g7VV42rnL6GMCjxZ_/s1600/DSCN3894.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666037194454139778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWv8J7sZRZLYbhGYGsnEHfeUB3PxuowgpT0fnk0iusQ__P5biCTyC6ANV918X0oKJXBdkOq-f_hWrOLw1nOS_Jtt_wpLRAQ0i9D2nrKat9gRxZkNIEipCFgmK9-r0g7VV42rnL6GMCjxZ_/s400/DSCN3894.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">She even takes his picture while she holds him and he sleeps.</span></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnLXnF-Azj5-8vgAiEyDf9tISuUJhS2TTnRO0sAVJ01ymsDuF6Q1aCRvyD8vnz-RQ9esXZmrNbp9K89_6yJE_p3ob9vZ_lpS2pcs74ZNzCJHtqhc8ix6Q8W2oLA11PNB2CNJ5kEi9l-u5/s1600/DSCN3895.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666036983375535378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnLXnF-Azj5-8vgAiEyDf9tISuUJhS2TTnRO0sAVJ01ymsDuF6Q1aCRvyD8vnz-RQ9esXZmrNbp9K89_6yJE_p3ob9vZ_lpS2pcs74ZNzCJHtqhc8ix6Q8W2oLA11PNB2CNJ5kEi9l-u5/s400/DSCN3895.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Last night she put him in a wash bucket and put it right beside the bed. She said she was tired of having to go all the way into the store to get him out of his kennel when he cried. Gramma says that he has separation anxiety. I don't know what that is, do you? Oscar says that he was taken from his mother too soon. Wait ......... that can happen? I don't remember my dog mother ....... did you ever see my dog mother? Did she look like me, or do I look like her? What about my dog father? Oh, no, do I have that anxiety thing, too? Will I need to have a shot? Do they have shots for that? Oh, I hope I don't have it. I can't get it from the puppy, Max, can I?</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Gramma was laughing at me! She told me that I was fine and that she would take care of me. She said that I was just have a nervous personality. Is that a disease? Oh, I am so worried! How did I get this personality disease? You don't have it do you? I need a nap.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Gramma says that I can nap tomorrow in the car. The car? We are going in the car? I do not enjoy rides, as she well knows, so why are we going in the car? Oh, I am going to see you. I can't wait! I will sleep in the car so that I don't see other cars whizzing by and making me feel sick in my stomach. Then I will wake up and you will be there. I can ride if I get to see you. It will be okay if I get to see you. Gramma said that we are going to meet you in Iowa and give Max to you. </span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Max is leaving? Oh, that's another reason to get in the car! I wasn't going to mention it, but he getting way too attached to Gramma! He thinks she is his mother! He needs to have a boy. I am okay with him having you for his boy, after all, you are the best boy a dog could have. I will trust you to take good care of a little puppy who misses his dog mother and his brothers and sisters.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Your first scared little puppy, Wall-E</span></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-1962897214131535772011-10-18T07:37:00.000-07:002011-10-18T09:25:27.107-07:00Max is LOUD!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_7zC-XyWz-zG3IIuNKjXACJtvJf2IT2fn1HZ5LSZaquQI9thSP2Ipqn95F2XOfPHp40CUbMylClp6k10JO_No53ZXlIL-RQmeH0vCqssl_YhULE4dLuME3hoRM22HOvwdpIIW7zMPNce/s1600/DSCN3854.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664855923146265394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_7zC-XyWz-zG3IIuNKjXACJtvJf2IT2fn1HZ5LSZaquQI9thSP2Ipqn95F2XOfPHp40CUbMylClp6k10JO_No53ZXlIL-RQmeH0vCqssl_YhULE4dLuME3hoRM22HOvwdpIIW7zMPNce/s400/DSCN3854.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Dear Gavin,</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">I should tell you that your new puppy is LOUD! Last night was the worst night so far. Gramma put the kennel in the store and put Max down for the night after she fed him and held him. He went right to sleep and we all went to bed. We were sleeping peacefully. I was in my usual place, snuggled next to Papa. Emmy was snuggled next to Gramma and Oscar was right next to Gramma's leg in his spot he loves the best. The puppy called Toni does not like covers. I don't know why. I asked and she said that her fur is heavier than mine, but so is Emmy's and she likes covers. Anyway, Toni sleeps between Gramma and Papa's pillows. There is no room for another dog ......</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">But, that is not why Gramma makes Max sleep in a kennel. She is trying to start his training for your mom. She is trying to teach him to sleep in his kennel. I still sleep in mine from time to time. My kennel is my safe place, you know. Gramma has these pee-pee pads for him to do his business on. She does not want him to learn to go in the yard. He did all of his business right where Gramma wanted him to right before bedtime. Gramma put one her old robes that smell like her in the kennel, then she swaddled your puppy. This looked cruel to me! She uses Papa's old t-shirts and she wraps Max tight with all of his legs inside and only his little head showing, Then she pats him on his bottom. He goes right to sleep!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">So, there we all were, in the middle of sleeping a good sleep, when I heard it. At first I did not know what it was! Then I remembered that Max was here and he was yelping! LOUD!!! How could such a little creature make such loud noises. Gramma woke up and she went to see why he was yelping. When she came back she had Max with her. She swaddled him again and got back in bed holding him! Toni sniffed him and told us other dogs that it was Max she was holding. Oscar told her to go back to sleep. Emmy moved over to Papa with me. I could not believe she was going to let him sleep in our bed!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">She just held him until he went to sleep and then she took him back to his kennel. I got down and went along with her. After she put Max back in his kennel she picked me up and held me for a few minutes. She told me that Max had a little accident in his kennel and wanted her to clean it up. Us dogs don't like it when our kennel is messed up. That is why Max was yelping. He wanted Gramma to get the poop out of his sleeping space. Hmmmm, I think Max must be kind of smart to know to call Gramma, don't you? I was impressed. I spent the rest of the night in my kennel and dreamed about you. Then later on I had a nightmare and had to go get back in bed with Papa.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">I have to go help Gramma play with Max now, so that he will get tired enough for a nap. I will try to teach him to beg for a treat from you, okay?</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Your training dog, Wall-E</span></div>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-79692000905347238922011-10-16T16:27:00.000-07:002011-10-16T17:18:25.720-07:00All About Max<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvGF9GTCH2va6IxP6tb2AAyh2TJ45KqwdshY-eYLchdRQPS_4Ze_SlBZr2nhCjBReknXxh-5RlHH9jSqEX9TrerKT4vP19GncyT3zKufOnnz0LRPy-IzAOGUhzvRPZn1FISc1vOlzOzL7/s1600/DSCN3835.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664239585944977794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvGF9GTCH2va6IxP6tb2AAyh2TJ45KqwdshY-eYLchdRQPS_4Ze_SlBZr2nhCjBReknXxh-5RlHH9jSqEX9TrerKT4vP19GncyT3zKufOnnz0LRPy-IzAOGUhzvRPZn1FISc1vOlzOzL7/s400/DSCN3835.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I am not opposed to you having a new puppy, but how long will he be here? He cries a lot. Gramma says that he is lonely for his brothers and sisters. Do I have brothers and sisters? I don't remember that far back. I don't mind the crying so much, Gramma will pick him up and hold him. That's the part I don't like. She goes on and on about his puppy breath and how sweet he is and how cute he is. I do not care to hear this. And, if that isn't bad enough, Papa holds him, too!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">All the people in the kampground think he is so cute. Then they say that he looks like me. That's okay. After all, if he looks like me and he is cute, then I am cute, too. <em>And I was cute first. </em></span><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2VB1f2i2DbgrphWgN3ohqSgStZDswgGXJkcXjRsHGRt2AuVMATtJQRItim62NKIHARRWnaF-A7OgsZ7OLodERL2Sm6zDx5ABGMtvD_Rd0eCUN553lYzBFheV4TFi0D-Exyk3vpGNf9IFs/s1600/DSCN3864.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664239225475059986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2VB1f2i2DbgrphWgN3ohqSgStZDswgGXJkcXjRsHGRt2AuVMATtJQRItim62NKIHARRWnaF-A7OgsZ7OLodERL2Sm6zDx5ABGMtvD_Rd0eCUN553lYzBFheV4TFi0D-Exyk3vpGNf9IFs/s400/DSCN3864.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">Gramma took Max outside to play with all of us dogs. She was watching, so we had to be on our best behavior. I took this opportunity to get to know him. This is how dogs get to know each other. Emmy was ignoring him as much as she could.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lTSCkjsgU68eZeeXZl8KmthZ7FJ1AcTMEYHFsvImJfIa1L_ZQcxbP6i_nee-byXYuDIjo2UNsuJhnzw6pdVDtQQ_xOdIeoeKVp_RqYetF7Ip7yGRLMuMu8vMzT0N78yywS6HKfgl6ivs/s1600/DSCN3842.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664238014018725234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lTSCkjsgU68eZeeXZl8KmthZ7FJ1AcTMEYHFsvImJfIa1L_ZQcxbP6i_nee-byXYuDIjo2UNsuJhnzw6pdVDtQQ_xOdIeoeKVp_RqYetF7Ip7yGRLMuMu8vMzT0N78yywS6HKfgl6ivs/s400/DSCN3842.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">While he was checking out something on the ground I sniffed his front end while the puppy called Toni watched. She was hoping he found something she could dig up. Gramma has been scolding her a lot. Gramma says she is running out of stepping stones to cover Toni's holes. I don't have a problem with the holes myself, but Gramma says that she could step in one and break her foot or her leg or her hip or even her arm. That would be bad for us dogs, cause then Papa would be in charge of taking care of us. I think I will have a long talk with Toni .........</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbC_yCWIQu5IYjb9Cg4sBnvMVY5hUiO29HmbzciUYd3UTpBMav-q-9FzTuq5a9hKhiG_P0UwS1t2XA71vMrg1NEuL8vV2HfCyq-dBhhZM4YuToDGVoa4qj0XLKSAUbz-6PMwojWLeFivdv/s1600/DSCN3858.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664237694170842130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbC_yCWIQu5IYjb9Cg4sBnvMVY5hUiO29HmbzciUYd3UTpBMav-q-9FzTuq5a9hKhiG_P0UwS1t2XA71vMrg1NEuL8vV2HfCyq-dBhhZM4YuToDGVoa4qj0XLKSAUbz-6PMwojWLeFivdv/s400/DSCN3858.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Before I have that talk with Toni, I have to have talks with your puppy, Max, and teach him lots of stuff before you get him. This is a fire hydrant. Dogs like to pee on these. When I first came here, I was amazed that Oscar had his very own fire hydrant. Most dogs have to go for walks to find one, but ours is right there in our yard! For a long time Oscar let me think that Papa put that fire hydrant there just for him. I believed everything Oscar told me at first, even when he was teasing me. Emmy says that I was really gullible. I like that word, gullible. Your new puppy, Max, is gullible. I could have told him anything and he would believe me ............ but, I didn't. </span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHf9MqgVshDVseVJJNvCpBFphE7M8EEIT5KbWjzAlKoxWKinHBDRQPbwKO1Z1Mve32uJX-lCnd8lzKg39Gk3k8RG-6pO-KbgbZ31yuQcCAf3WuQvd4TUPZXT0LmY97eDbnwjn34VaXk-gj/s1600/DSCN3852.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664237241050929650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHf9MqgVshDVseVJJNvCpBFphE7M8EEIT5KbWjzAlKoxWKinHBDRQPbwKO1Z1Mve32uJX-lCnd8lzKg39Gk3k8RG-6pO-KbgbZ31yuQcCAf3WuQvd4TUPZXT0LmY97eDbnwjn34VaXk-gj/s400/DSCN3852.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">He is cute, I suppose. He cries the same kind of tears I do!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUw595fUZ9D3xzNvSYxFw3lH3PAVV_GY9k5RhkO01XLyxpkr4ujIfb4dketa6C1-TP_XVTMNJuocFoS96Q-wB7HFwNZQjuuC1-YtqiYBKCgudJS-7prTHmkmzk6cHfIdrBRFAV6oLOuaj/s1600/DSCN3873.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664236543022465650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUw595fUZ9D3xzNvSYxFw3lH3PAVV_GY9k5RhkO01XLyxpkr4ujIfb4dketa6C1-TP_XVTMNJuocFoS96Q-wB7HFwNZQjuuC1-YtqiYBKCgudJS-7prTHmkmzk6cHfIdrBRFAV6oLOuaj/s400/DSCN3873.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The puppy called Toni and I sat him down and told him some of Gramma's rules. We thought he was paying close attention, but he made a puddle on the floor as soon as we came in!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjZ4hHFJhKJnmk8LU1QIXfk94UlZUm2y6xeY_cRi_G2L6sIAMA2Tv5Us-ryVitmQmxE7IaAjk59_kvOb0a59rXm5Vmg37fe6LOrjRnDoS-3Sdy4gOJPiPlJGKaiPAIWB-Nvv7U1Kxi0No/s1600/DSCN3875.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664236147759211442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjZ4hHFJhKJnmk8LU1QIXfk94UlZUm2y6xeY_cRi_G2L6sIAMA2Tv5Us-ryVitmQmxE7IaAjk59_kvOb0a59rXm5Vmg37fe6LOrjRnDoS-3Sdy4gOJPiPlJGKaiPAIWB-Nvv7U1Kxi0No/s400/DSCN3875.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Toni still would like to play catch with your puppy. Gramma saw her sneaking up behind Max. "I am watching you, Toni, don't even think about pouncing on him!" said Gramma. She tried to say that she was not thinking that, but Gramma knows better .......... Gramma knows everything!</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Gramma knows that I am missing you and thinking about you tonight. I promise to try to set a good example for your new puppy Max, who is very cute.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Your first cute dog, Wall-E</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-52886577239230731052011-10-15T12:58:00.001-07:002011-10-15T13:56:58.606-07:00There Is A New Kid In Town<span style="color:#000099;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Things around here were going just fine. The puppy called Toni was coming along with her training and not peeing in the floor as much. Gramma tells her what a good girl she is all the time. I don't suppose Gramma has seen all the holes she has dug in the back yard. I am enjoying having her to play with. I guess Gramma was right about me needing a companion to play with. Sometimes I try to act like I don't like her so much, but Gramma always knows what is best for me. Papa said so.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Oscar and Emmy are getting old and I did not realize just how much they sleep! I guess cause I was taking naps with them. Toni and I like to go outside and run round and round the yard. Emmy likes to lay in sun and sleep. Oscar refuses to go out unless he has to. Gramma says he is a lazy old man. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">That cat that lives on the front porch, her name is Smokey or Spooky, depending on who you ask; well, she is very old and skinny! She likes to come inside and eat dog food. I personally don't have any objections, but Oscar is opposed to this. Gramma says that he is greedy and fat. I don't know what greedy is, but she is right about the fat part. Gramma doesn't want the cat to come inside because she gets sick when she eats our food and Gramma has to clean it up. That cat has a perfectly good house on the front porch, lined with a warm wool blanket. She has food and water, too. Gramma sees to that and Papa feeds her, too. So, I don't understand why that cat is so skinny. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-TnBnkilXgEKS6Uc5oNQ16QpGTIZE0kYOw27xazb69fozFqqeCJ4H6Wgb1hkLlXkCg2o8gQneJtXWnDK6-JuAbQCEmvWA5okqKYs3yRryJHR-bKoSHWayL2r0d3lh5BspqPnrokOR7G8/s1600/DSCN3824.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663813321385058450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-TnBnkilXgEKS6Uc5oNQ16QpGTIZE0kYOw27xazb69fozFqqeCJ4H6Wgb1hkLlXkCg2o8gQneJtXWnDK6-JuAbQCEmvWA5okqKYs3yRryJHR-bKoSHWayL2r0d3lh5BspqPnrokOR7G8/s400/DSCN3824.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">But, that is not why I am writing this letter. Do you see this puppy? Gramma says that he looks like me. I don't think so. I have seen myself in a thing called a mirror. I barked until Gramma told me that I was barking at myself. I felt foolish when I realized that she was right. Gramma says that this white little puppy looks like me when I was a little puppy. Do you think so?</span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma brought this puppy into our house and showed him to Oscar. He sniffed him, them glared at Gramma. I was outside and she brought him outside to see the rest of us dogs. Emmy took one look and turned her back to Gramma. This what she does when she is not happy with Gramma. The puppy called Toni wanted Gramma to toss the little white puppy across the yard so that we could chase him. She is really not all that smart, I tell you. Me? I thought that this was a visitor's puppy and that Gramma was just showing it to us.</span></p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaExbaORYYyrxR7g1fvbITuW8Z-7KBcNbs_9iLSw8h_07KsByrryceUQcZaiNaTNS2LP-1v9HHhpdqguWm-4Ec7q0GGHrlsHxiHcOqbkzhyphenhyphenXx_IocU5nbraRJQblXpjKub_zStBgUYdtty/s1600/DSCN3827.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663812459455838514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaExbaORYYyrxR7g1fvbITuW8Z-7KBcNbs_9iLSw8h_07KsByrryceUQcZaiNaTNS2LP-1v9HHhpdqguWm-4Ec7q0GGHrlsHxiHcOqbkzhyphenhyphenXx_IocU5nbraRJQblXpjKub_zStBgUYdtty/s400/DSCN3827.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">I was wrong! Do you see this? Gramma is all huggy with this puppy, talking about the sweet smell of puppy breath. Oscar was so disgusted. Have I told you that he is not enchanted with the puppy called Toni? He merely tolerates her presence because he knows that Gramma will swat him if he tries to bite her. Emmy says that she will see if this new puppy would like to be groomed and Toni still was to chase it.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteZrN3I9JVlDnT8GV2B41sJS_vZlF6DAyfRsK_3ksFxbfIIDq5CXav7txeIhFu7WQztxkE3qCuJWCm_jGxqLlMhw1k9JYdm9arBUGKMRKLj70jwuQBTTjheuV0tDE4akg6n0urOg2YG2l/s1600/DSCN3829.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663811944140766770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteZrN3I9JVlDnT8GV2B41sJS_vZlF6DAyfRsK_3ksFxbfIIDq5CXav7txeIhFu7WQztxkE3qCuJWCm_jGxqLlMhw1k9JYdm9arBUGKMRKLj70jwuQBTTjheuV0tDE4akg6n0urOg2YG2l/s400/DSCN3829.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma said that I had to write a letter so that you could see your new puppy! What? "No, I will not!" I said. Gramma explained that the little white puppy was homeless and that she thought he would like to live with you in Minnesota. She said that since he looked like me when I was a puppy that he would be the perfect little puppy for you. I was really upset until she explained this to me. I guess he does sort of look like me. He is really cute ..... like me. He does have puppy breath, I smelled it. So, I guess he should go live with you. </span></div><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma said he would need to sleep in a kennel. You know that I will not give up my safe house, right? Well, Gramma has a smaller kennel and he is sleeping in it right now. Gramma says that you will love this white puppy that needs a name. So, what will you name this white puppy that looks like me? Hurry and let us know. We can't keep calling him the puppy without a name!</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Just remember that I was the very first puppy you loved, okay? I will always love you the best.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Your first dog, Wall-E</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">P.S. Hey, that's my blanket the puppy without a name is sleeping on!!</span>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-16894046578169075622011-10-04T08:59:00.000-07:002011-10-04T09:33:00.569-07:00Ice Anyone?<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I have not been able to write for so long. Gramma is always busy these days. It is warm again and she goes out side to work on the gardens. It is okay. Us dogs go out, too. Well, except for Oscar. He likes to stay inside and nap. He is old, you know. Emmy is old, too, but she enjoys napping in the sun. Toni and I run and play.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">The puppy called Toni is one strange creature, I tell you! Every time she hears Papa getting ice for his big bubba mug she runs to the door and cries. She likes ice! She acts like Papa is giving her a treat. She grabs this ice and goes off to eat it. She crunches it and won't share! So, the rest of us dogs thought we should have some of this ice, too. </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I begged and Oscar begged. Emmy never begs, she just waits for someone to bring the treat to where she is ......... and they always do. Papa gave me this treat called ice. It was cold on my tongue! I had to spit it out and then Oscar grabbed it. I was going to just let him have it, but he spit it out, too. He said it made his teeth hurt. Papa offered us another piece of this ice, but we just left it there for the puppy called Toni. She ate them all and it was okay with us. Emmy did not eat her ice either. She has bad teeth.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I said that Emmy had bad teeth, but she doesn't have all of her teeth! Gramma said it was because she refused to let her brush them when she was young. Gramma has never even tried to brush mine! I have never seen Oscar get his brushed, either. Gramma brushes her teeth and Papa brushes his teeth. It make their breath smell minty fresh. I am not really sure what that means, but I heard it on TV. But, I was wondering why she was not brushing my teeth.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I don't want to lose my teeth like Emmy! Then I remembered that Gramma has this spray stuff she puts in our mouths, so I asked Oscar what that was. I like it, it tastes good and it doesn't hurt. She just lifts one side of our lips and sprays. That's all. She told us that it helps get the tartar off of our teeth. Is tartar bad? It must be if Gramma wants it gone!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma says that my teeth look very healthy. She said that Oscar has healthy teeth, too. She said that he has always kept his teeth clean by chewing on his ball. That must be why Gramma does not scold him for chewing up his balls! The puppy called Toni must have the best teeth in the world ..... she chews up everything! Even ice!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">My time with Gramma is up, but always remember that I love you and to brush your teeth every day!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Your smiling dog, Wall-E</span>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-47955761903753666312011-09-10T18:01:00.000-07:002011-09-11T11:35:30.583-07:00Training Pads and Jealousy<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">The puppy called Toni is making Gramma crazy! She will go outside with all of us dogs. She even pees while she is outside, but when she comes back in she pees in the floor! Gramma keeps a bucket full of bleach water and she mops and mops. All day long! She scolds the puppy called Toni. But, she just wags her silly tail. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchT5cjBTUqGqD-kTIB9TW2ta8ZpMR_eyVGWh7XKv6i1L7RuEVrPS-GJIIANnNH1s_pLuk3_b6CAcdklAp-cpgv400VRyaZWKT7UVB152T51VqjDlE6Blx4QzB24sJs9B3RZfepWZUbsgE/s1600/DSCN3745.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650903321595137378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchT5cjBTUqGqD-kTIB9TW2ta8ZpMR_eyVGWh7XKv6i1L7RuEVrPS-GJIIANnNH1s_pLuk3_b6CAcdklAp-cpgv400VRyaZWKT7UVB152T51VqjDlE6Blx4QzB24sJs9B3RZfepWZUbsgE/s400/DSCN3745.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Gramma told Papa that she was sick of mopping. Sick of it!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGa1WaOpxI1NDfImAtmqXb1G4SQqf89qlbf7faqRQfaLSy004XNmF-CnM3bF1g62iUr_kkJTTWU6iBJEin2uRyABF1t7tIWJ6LeIDGJYT-XbUZbbKJAh2DFWLamvhMLky-Fd_ZQ_H7xxDA/s1600/DSCN3744.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650902928848626354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGa1WaOpxI1NDfImAtmqXb1G4SQqf89qlbf7faqRQfaLSy004XNmF-CnM3bF1g62iUr_kkJTTWU6iBJEin2uRyABF1t7tIWJ6LeIDGJYT-XbUZbbKJAh2DFWLamvhMLky-Fd_ZQ_H7xxDA/s400/DSCN3744.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">So, she bought these puppy training pads. She mopped the floor and carefully spread one out right where the puppy called Toni likes to pee ........ under the table.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnp_tPrFTWMGt4Lj3kcqy05Wlgmh2inYRltdlmvuAPDnh1s9qtTBlxuvRsTc1YD3Kvjm5DGWe1GD8EA_kcHUw1OWY-896bI3b13emamQeDLA5TBTBJ3tUzHff4zDkmuFidO_pHlrnvSNCY/s1600/DSCN3743.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650902528772674370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnp_tPrFTWMGt4Lj3kcqy05Wlgmh2inYRltdlmvuAPDnh1s9qtTBlxuvRsTc1YD3Kvjm5DGWe1GD8EA_kcHUw1OWY-896bI3b13emamQeDLA5TBTBJ3tUzHff4zDkmuFidO_pHlrnvSNCY/s400/DSCN3743.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">She went into the store and when she came back in, this is what she found. She was not happy. This is the second one that Toni chewed up. The first one was in about a thousand pieces. It was everywhere. Papa found it and cleaned it up. He scolded the puppy called Toni. He was laughing, though, so I don't think she believed him. Papa is not a very good scolder.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuBybrKFaFkQ5HqEMC3fDcSR4MlLRNR62zGQQo5QqCxVT5IhwKHgOiH8pPipAv05DBe5NzVrIIeZWknFrxRGFKnSjVsmmXXk6Igs3iJRYlCAyqpA06zBLjAgNxa-en1hhULrJ6__ktXli/s1600/DSCN3755.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650901581752541906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuBybrKFaFkQ5HqEMC3fDcSR4MlLRNR62zGQQo5QqCxVT5IhwKHgOiH8pPipAv05DBe5NzVrIIeZWknFrxRGFKnSjVsmmXXk6Igs3iJRYlCAyqpA06zBLjAgNxa-en1hhULrJ6__ktXli/s400/DSCN3755.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Toni is hard to scold. She will just look at you and wag her silly tail.</span></div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Okay, I have a confession to make. I am not proud of what I did. I was peeing and pooping in the floor, too. I did not think I would get caught, really, I didn't. I was very careful. I did not lift my leg, I squatted like a girl dog. Gramma knows things. Things like pee splatter patterns. She was already suspicious.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">She told Papa that she could not believe that one little dog could have that much pee. She said that Toni liked to be outside most of the day. She knew it was not Emmy, because Emmy always tries to make it to the door and that she leaves a trail of dribbles. She said that it was not Oscar because he liked to lift his leg and aim at something and it would have been on the table leg. Then she said that she just knew it couldn't be me, because I was a good boy and wouldn't do that. I really felt bad when I heard her say that!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Then, this morning, it happened. She caught me! In the act of peeing, squatting like a girl dog! I was so ashamed. Gramma was very upset with me. She told me that she was so disappointed in my behaviour. I started to cry my ugly brown tears, but Gramma said that my tears did not move her. She said that I was supposed to be setting a good example for the puppy called Toni. I hung my head and went to my kennel.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">"Oh no you don't!" said Gramma, "Get out here and face the music, mister!". What? I do not hear any music, just Gramma fussing at me. Why does she say these things? She made me watch her scrub the floor where I peed and then sniff it. Really, she made me sniff the clean floor. It smelled like lemons in a pool. She told me to remember that smell and to never pee on her floor again. Gramma is a little scary when she is mad. She did not force the puppy called Toni to sniff the clean floor.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">After the sniffing of the floor she made me apologize to Toni. Toni was sitting on the couch attacking her own tail. She would wag it and then try to catch it and bite it. She isn't all that smart. So I told her that I was sorry for making Gramma think that all the pee was hers. She didn't even look at me, she was too busy with her tail. After that, Gramma picked me up and held me. I looked her straight in the eye (I knew better than to look anywhere else). Gramma told me again that she was disappointed and that from now on I have to be on my best behaviour. Then she told me that she knew why I had acted so badly.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">She said that I was jealous. "AM NOT!" I said. She reminded me that I was the new puppy once and that Oscar had been jealous of me. Really? I just thought he hated me. He growled at me and nipped me quite a few times. He would not let me have any food until he got all he wanted. Gramma said that he was jealous of all the attention she gave to me when I was new here. Maybe she is right. I really don't like it when she holds the puppy called Toni. I hate it when Papa plays with Toni. Maybe I am jealous. This Gramma of yours really does know everything!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">I hope that you are having a good day and staying out of trouble. Your mom is a little bit scary, too, when she is mad. Papa says there is something about the women in our family. Just try to be good ... and whatever you do, don't pee in the floor!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Your jealous dog, Wall-E</span></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-34218535529835291142011-08-29T13:55:00.000-07:002011-08-29T14:36:43.335-07:00FLEAS<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">As you no doubt know, I do not have fleas, nor have I ever had fleas. I don't do fleas. Gramma doses me with special medicine so that I don't get fleas. I am not sure what fleas are, if you want to know the truth. Oscar told me that he has had them before, Emmy, too. They both told me that these fleas will bite you and make you itch like crazy. They told me that you can't stop scratching. They said it was as bad as when Gramma has poison ivy!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Well, last night, the puppy called Toni would not go to sleep. She was scratching and scratching and she was even biting herself! Oscar said that she was not actually biting her skin, but that she was trying to bite the fleas and kill them. You know, like when Gramma found that tick on me and she squeezed it until it popped. Poor Toni was miserable. So was Gramma. She kept telling Toni to be still. Finally we all got up and went outside to pee. When Gramma brought us back in I looked at her and begged with my eyes to be allowed to sleep in my kennel, cause Toni was keeping me awake. Oscar slept. Papa slept. But Gramma and Emmy could not sleep. When it was finally daylight, Gramma saw a flea on her arm .............. she woke everybody up!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">She flipped the puppy called Toni over and told Papa that she was going to examine her under carriage (can't tell you what that is, cause I don't know). Toni tried to bite Gramma (never a good move) and Gramma spoke in her no-nonsense voice. Toni lay very still and Gramma announced that Toni had fleas! I was so scared! What would this mean for</span><span style="color:#000066;"> the puppy called Toni?? Why does the puppy called Toni have these fleas on her?</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma told Papa that it was just days away from our regular dose of Advantix and that the puppy called Toni had grown since she had been dosed. All of the fleas were around her tail and back legs, so she was pretty sure that she had not used the correct dose for the puppy called Toni. So, Papa said, why didn't she just put the right amount on her now. Papa is really silly if he thinks Gramma will miss an opportunity to give us dogs a bath! But, Gramma made Papa go get some special flea shampoo. We all got shampooed with the new shampoo and Gramma even shampooed her hair with it. Gramma really, really hates fleas!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">But that is not the end of the flea cleaning. She washed all us dogs' blankets and pillows, too. I just had my kennel blanket smelling like sweaty feet again, too. Now it is April fresh, thanks to Toni for going out on an adventure and bringing home fleas. Emmy was quite happy to have a bath and Oscar says that you have to admit that it does make you feel better. I will tolerate these monthly washings of myself, but I really wish Gramma would leave my blankets alone!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">I hope that the puppy called Toni has learned her lesson and will not escape on an adventure again! I hope you never get fleas on you! The fleas did not get on Papa, but they did get on Gramma. Papa said it was because Gramma was sweeter than him. I don't know about that; I have licked both of them and they both taste salty to me. Sometimes Gramma will put lotion on her hands and legs. Oscar likes to lick that, but I prefer just plain skin.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Be careful when you go exploring on adventures and look out for fleas!!!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Your flea-free dog, Wall-E</span>
<br />Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-41521234738710173152011-08-28T18:05:00.000-07:002011-08-28T20:08:21.469-07:00The Girls Are In Trouble<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin, </span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Today is Sunday. Gramma closes early on Sunday and she is usually pretty tired. Today as she was locking up I noticed that the sky was clouding up. I was so excited! That meant rain and rain would mean that Gramma would want to sit on the couch with us dogs. I was pacing back and forth saying "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy" while I heard the locks click into place. Gramma told us dogs to go out and do our business cause she thought a storm was coming. She put some kind of meat in the oven and said we would relax until dinner was done. </span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">This sounded like a good idea to me. Gramma sat on the couch and I jumped up next to her. She was petting me and talking to me. Gramma and I communicate, as you know. Gramma told me that she had missed me lately. I have been spending a lot of time trying to train the puppy called Toni and Gramma has been very busy with the campground. So there we were, having some time together, just me and Gramma. Then a man tried to get into the store. Gramma said that if he could read road signs he could follow the directions on the door and use the after hours registration. Gramma said that she was tired. I agreed. Only, the man kept coming back and Gramma finally got up and opened the store. Then when she sat back down, the puppy called Toni jumped slap dab in the middle of us. We gave up.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Papa came in and Gramma pulled the delicious smelling meat out of the oven. She sat down with Papa and they ate dinner. She gave me a taste. She called it pork chops. I do not know what these pork chops are, but they made me lick my chops! I made a joke. Oscar said it was a lame joke. What do you think?</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">So, while I was still licking my chops, Gramma was looking around. "Where is Toni Louise?" asked Gramma. Papa said he did not know. Gramma said that the meal had been way too peaceful and she wondered what Toni was into. Either Gramma or Papa let the girl dogs out and forgot about them. When I am ready to come back inside I bark to let Gramma kn ow I am waiting at the door. Oscar scratches the door and then barks. Emmy sort of whimpers and then gets louder and louder. The puppy called Toni is rarely out by herself. She usually goes where ever I go. I am her favorite, you know. Well, tonight Toni went outside with Emmy. Gramma went to let them in .......... only, they were not in the yard!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma was not happy. She marched through the house and told Papa that the girls had escaped! Oscar suggested that we try to knock the plates down from the counter to see if any pork chops were left. He said that as long as the girl dogs were already in trouble that Gramma wouldn't pay that much attention to us boy dogs. Really, I thought it was a bad idea. But, those pork chops were quite tasty. And Gramma would have her hands full with the puppy called Toni .........</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">We tried. Even though I am quite a remarkable jumper, I could not reach the counter. Oscar said I was pretty much useless as far as he was concerned. He told me that he wished my legs were longer. I wonder if he has noticed just how short his legs are! I am kind of glad that we could not get the plates. Toni was the first one to be found, but nobody could find Emmy. Gramma always worries about Emmy. She is so little, you know. And now that she is old, her eyes don't work as well and she doesn't hear so good. Her back makes her walk pretty slow and stiff, too. Gramma really loves her and would be very upset if she couldn't find her.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma found Emmy in the back yard. Emmy will usually come back and try to act like she had been there the entire time. Gramma knows better. She scolded Emmy and told her that she had scared her. She held her for a long time after she found her. Toni got scolded by Papa and by Gramma. She just wagged her tail, though. You would have thought they told her she did something good! She is just not taking this training seriously. </span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">I am pretty tired now. So is Gramma. We are going to bed. I hope that you had a nice Sunday. I hope that you did not get into any trouble. Maybe all the boys every where had a good day today! I love you, my boy.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Your faithful dog, Wall-E</span>
<br />Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-88601998701133697892011-08-22T09:32:00.000-07:002011-08-22T11:24:21.661-07:00Photo Shoot and Fences<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAwk750qfHbJtwmnnfcOeHZ1rcH9CJsTL7NwpDkPTOf2PJuyX5pIHWYFNzvmyxYLIXHI8hFK3NS5fN-CF96vyhqGY_uy7uPL0BxQozM4xZk9xXwsO257TejU-r5weSKh4Zx0umrRQqo6A/s1600/DSCN3707.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643721254794192210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAwk750qfHbJtwmnnfcOeHZ1rcH9CJsTL7NwpDkPTOf2PJuyX5pIHWYFNzvmyxYLIXHI8hFK3NS5fN-CF96vyhqGY_uy7uPL0BxQozM4xZk9xXwsO257TejU-r5weSKh4Zx0umrRQqo6A/s400/DSCN3707.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">We had an exciting weekend. Aunt Debbie came and spent the night with us and the fence keeps going up! Aunt Debbie did not bring Kiley with her. I was kind of bummed about that,but I got over it. She got to meet Toni Louise for the first time. I know you might be wondering if Toni behaved herself. She didn't. She peed in the floor, same as usual. Gramma scolded her, but really, Toni does not care! When Gramma scolds me, I feel bad and sometimes I even cry. I don't like it when Gramma is upset with me. Toni must think Gramma is just kidding.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">But, that is not what I am writing about today. Gramma had to go into town and renew her driver's license. Oscar tells me that you must have one of these in order to drive a car. Gramma's had expired and she had to go take an eye test (I hope this did not hurt) and get a new picture. When she came home she told Papa that she had a regular photo shoot. This was scary. Why did they shoot her? She did not look like she had been shot! Emmy laughed at me and Toni. She told us that having a bunch of pictures taken was what you call a photo shoot. Well, if that is the case, then Gramma not only had a photo shoot, but she is a<em> </em>photo<em> shooter</em>! </span>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKWLhGDA5CvR6FqjIsOgEPviKZY8yMqzlmfFOo5NMNU382Sa8teCuTqcDlYEnoHjLQ9bycsxJn3m8QhPrQiRdfscy8p-2MDD26Rv-FD36O7PEtJ8l_DtpNVHaDyrZTeAhah7Bh2ugEYFa/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643721128778854466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKWLhGDA5CvR6FqjIsOgEPviKZY8yMqzlmfFOo5NMNU382Sa8teCuTqcDlYEnoHjLQ9bycsxJn3m8QhPrQiRdfscy8p-2MDD26Rv-FD36O7PEtJ8l_DtpNVHaDyrZTeAhah7Bh2ugEYFa/s400/DSCN3709.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">As you can see in these pictures, I was sleeping peacefully in bed with Papa and the puppy called Toni. I like to take the cover that Gramma sleeps with and curve it around my body, just so, and then take a little nap while Papa sleeps in the morning. Papa and I do not care to get up as early as Gramma and Emmy. Oscar likes to sit with Gramma while she has coffee.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">So, there we were, Toni on Gramma's pillow and me in her blanket. Suddenly there is a flash of light. I opened my eyes at first, then I shut them. There is really not much one can do to stop Gramma and her camera.</span>
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<br /><p><span style="color:#000066;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8GSCYt5YryotWZ1vsxTwq_DQZYhJHjJyybYhj7i6j3VQRNJRjNLAG1e-9YowpX4J7zT86b_Jtn_q0xS8jDJ2hvOqENARgbEreph2UCHbTxiyOtk1IWPjCJrJZgA-ULi9VJ4yQ5HEHjWA/s1600/DSCN3710.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643720655308136786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8GSCYt5YryotWZ1vsxTwq_DQZYhJHjJyybYhj7i6j3VQRNJRjNLAG1e-9YowpX4J7zT86b_Jtn_q0xS8jDJ2hvOqENARgbEreph2UCHbTxiyOtk1IWPjCJrJZgA-ULi9VJ4yQ5HEHjWA/s400/DSCN3710.JPG" /></a></p>
<br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Finally the puppy called Toni stuck her tongue out at Gramma! Can you believe that?</span></p>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Then she lay her head down and Gramma took the last picture and said, "Who could not love that face?" Seriously? I can think of two dogs right away. Oscar and Emmy. They don't really care for the puppy called Toni. I have to admit that I really like playing with her. She can be annoying, but we have lots of fun together.</span></p>
<br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">The fence is almost done. They put a see-through fence up in our yard while they are working on the privacy fence. Us dogs need our yard so that we can go out and do our business (that is what Gramma calls it) whenever we need to. Gramma told Papa that the whole "walking on a leash thing" was not going to work while the store was open. You saw what happened in my last letter. </span></p>
<br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">So, us dogs have been watching the man called Charlie work on our fence. At first we got really excited when we saw the big gap under the privacy fence. Oscar was the one who saw it first. He told the rest of us dogs that with just a little digging we could all escape and go into the park! We all stood there looking. We could see under the fence! We saw people in the pool swimming and others walking around. This was going to be great! We decided that the puppy called Toni should do the digging. Emmy volunteered to be the look-out and Oscar said he would lead us. We had a bit of an argument over this issue. I can run a lot faster than Oscar and told him that I should be the leader. I am also taller than Oscar ..........</span></p>
<br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">We planned for three whole days. We would run into the woods by the tent sites and then work our way through the park. We would return for food, of course. Emmy said that the hole should be inconspicuous (that means hard to find) so that Gramma wouldn't notice it right away. Toni disagreed and asked how we would find our way back in if the hole was hard to find. Oscar looked at her with disgust and told her that she was definitely lacking in the hound genes. He said that we should just follow our own scents back. </span></p>
<br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">I must say that I had not thought that far ahead. I was too busy worrying about Gramma discovering the plot. If it worked and we were not found out I would have such feelings of guilt that I would not be able to hide my distress. If Gramma discovered us gone, then she would send out a search party and we would all be in trouble. This scenario was equally distressing to me. Then I started to think about Gramma worrying about us dogs and I felt bad even more. I wanted to back out of the escape, but I was worried about what the others might think of me. What if one of us were injured? My tummy stared to hurt and before I could stop myself, I ate a bunch of grass and threw up! Oscar knew what I had been thinking and he made fun of me and I started to cry brown tears. When I went inside and Gramma saw me, she knew that something was wrong. She washed my tears off my white fur and held me. I knew then that I could not go through with the escape plans.</span></p>
<br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">You will be happy to know that before I had to tell the others that I would not be joining them on their adventure the man called Charlie covered the gap between the fence and the ground with some things called landscape timbers. Not only are they too heavy for us dogs to move, but he secured them to the fence with screws. Oscar said that he could read the writing on the wall and knew that this was an idea of Gramma's. I have no idea where this wall with writing is, but I could not find it. Emmy confided to me that she had no intention of participating in the great escape and I told her that I would have stayed right here with her while Oscar and Toni went without us. Emmy said that in her younger days she had enjoyed many adventures with Louise, the Saint Bernard. She even confessed that after Louise broke her elbow that she had been the designated hole digger! This was before my time. Emmy has always been such a goody-goody around me. I see her in a whole new light now. Emmy told me that I was like Sarge, the Collie. She said that he was a worrier, too. He would always try to talk Louise out of escaping, but she was stubborn and willful. I suppose this is why the puppy called Toni is the puppy called Toni Louise!</span></p>
<br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma told me that you said you missed me while you were talking to her. Same here, my boy. I will always be missing you when you are not here with me. You are, after all, my boy! I know that you are busy getting ready to go back to school. Gramma says that you will be in the second grade this year. I am very proud to be the dog of a second grader!</span></p>
<br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Your loving dog, Wall-E</span></p>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">I don't know what is going on around here. Our fence is down! So now when we have to go outside I have to wear this thing called a harness and Gramma attaches a leash to it. Oscar and I used to wear choke chains whenever Gramma took us somewhere, but we kept pulling too hard and Oscar would cough and cough. Gramma said that it was annoying, so she got us these harnesses. Oscar got the blue one. We wear the same size, me and Oscar. I wanted the green , cause it is your favorite color. Gramma knows that, so she had already saved it for me.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Okay, when walking with a person with a leash attached to you, there are certain rules that must be obeyed. It is not a good idea to chase your own tail in circles. Even if you are the only dog being walked. You will end up with the leash wrapped around your own feet. Oh, and the number one rule when walking with Gramma ........... never run around Gramma, winding the leash around her legs. It will not end well. Gramma will not like it.</span></p>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Emmy chose to separate herself from the rest of us. I wish I had thought of that. Emmy did not want to get hurt or trampled by the puppy called Toni. Gramma finally just picked Emmy up and carried her. She said that I was too heavy. Oscar, too. I wish she had just carried Toni, since the rest of us know what to do. Gramma said this was a learning experience for the puppy called Toni. Oscar said he would like to teach her a lesson or two. He is not all that fond of the puppy called Toni. He will not tolerate any body else outside our family mistreating her, but he has nipped her quite a few times.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">I thought learning was supposed to be fun. This learning experience for the puppy called Toni was not fun. I am glad it is over and I hope the fence is finished very soon. Come to think of it, do you suppose Toni's love of digging is why the fence is being repaired? I wish you were here, I could really use your help with this puppy called Toni!</span></p>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">No pictures of this adventure, my boy, but I will tell you what happened. Gramma killed a snake!!!! Yes she did! She was getting a bundle of wood for a camper and she picked up a piece of the wood and there it was ........ a snake, just laying there looking at her. Us dogs listened to the whole story while she told Papa about it. Papa was not here, that is why Gramma was getting the wood. I suppose Papa would have found the snake if he had been here; but only if he picked up the exact same piece of wood that Gramma picked up. What are the chances of that? That snake could still be there, waiting to .............</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">I have a confession. I don't even know what a snake is, or what it does. Why did Gramma kill the snake? It must be bad if Gramma wanted to kill it. I have heard her say, "Toni, I am going to kill you!" when the puppy called Toni chews on her shoes. Chewing up shoes and magazines is not a good thing. Gramma gets really mad at the puppy called Toni, but she doesn't really kill her. So, I wonder what this snake did to make Gramma actually kill it.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">I listened to Gramma tell Papa that this snake coiled up and struck at her. By that time Oscar had informed me that a snake is a reptile that slithers on the ground because it has no arms or legs. So, now I am confused, how could this snake strike out at Gramma with no arms? Or legs? Papa asked how big the snake was and what kind. Gramma said it was small, no bigger around than a pencil and that she was pretty sure it was a moccasin. Oscar said that this was not good. I had already figured that much out! He said that this is a poisonous snake and that a bite from this snake could kill! Kill Gramma! Oh no, that can't happen. She takes care of us dogs. I know that Papa helps, but he is not as good at it as Gramma is.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">Come to think of it Gramma takes care of Papa, too. Things would not go well if we lost Gramma. Papa takes short cuts on a lot of things. He never even rinses our water dish, much less wash it. He just adds water to what is already there. I don't know if you know this, but us dogs actually stick our tongues in the water to drink. Some times the puppy called Toni still has food on her tongue and it gets in the water. Gramma told me that humans call this backwash and that is why they don't like to drink after small children. I prefer to have Gramma fill our dish. She takes it to the sink and washes it out and then puts fresh cold water in it. Papa just grabs a cup or a glass or a bowl off the counter and puts water in it, then dumps it in our bowl. If he drops an ice cube he will toss that in, too. All the food particles in the bottom of the bowl swirl to the top .......... not very thirst quenching!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">But, this is about snakes. Papa says that it sounded like a baby mocassin and Gramma said that is what she thought, too. I thought Gramma was very fond of babies, but I guess snakes don't qualify. Gramma told Papa that she wanted the wood pile cleaned up and restacked where there is no grass. She does not like the fact that there could be more babies waiting in the wood pile to strike out at her! Papa asked what she killed the snake with and she told him that she smashed the snake with another piece of firewood and that this was the very first snake she had ever killed! Usually when Gramma sees a snake she yells for Papa, but he wasn't here and she said she was afraid that the snake would slither under the fence and into our yard. Our yard? Where us dogs play? Oscar was alert at once and said he could kill a snake. Emmy told me if I ever see one I should just stay away from it. This is a good idea ..... except that I have no idea what a snake looks like. Emmy told me to just think about a worm on steroids. I did. I thought it was pretty funny, too. Emmy warned me to not make light of this issue, that even a very small snake could make me very, very sick and might even kill me.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">So, promise me that you will never, ever pick up a snake, okay? I will leave them alone, too. I also told Oscar that he should leave the snake killing to Gramma and Papa. Gramma seemed quite proud of herself after killing this snake full of poison. Papa says that there are good snakes as well as bad snakes. Gramma told him that the only good snake was a dead snake. I think that she was making a joke, or maybe not. She didn't laugh. </span>
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<br />Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-73442546777436530112011-08-06T12:34:00.000-07:002011-08-06T12:55:45.869-07:00<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Toni acts like nothing ever happened to her and things are back to normal around here. Toni gets into all kinds of trouble. She really likes to tear papers to shreds. I never did that, did I? Emmy reminded me that I chewed up two pairs of Gramma's shoes. That was a long time ago and I have matured nicely. Gramma told me so.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Did you see that I now have 25 followers!! Gramma says that I am a very popular dog. Gramma says that I should not get a big head about this. I do not know what that means. My head is as big as it will ever be. I am pretty sure that if my head starts to grow, it would mean that something is very wrong. Why does she say these things to me? </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma has been moving all of the food out of one freezer into another. Seems like a silly thing to do. She told Papa that she needed to defrost the big one. Papa left the house to work outside in the park. I wish I had gone with him, because Gramma is not happy about this defrosting thing. I don't know why, since it was her idea. She told Papa to move out of her way when he came in to get some ice. She said that there were some things that could not be saved and she has made several trips out to the dumpster. Us dogs were hoping she might drop something on her way out, but she didn't. We figured Toni could rip into the packaging and then we could all check it out. Gramma is too careful! Maybe Papa will come back in and help. He is sure to drop something.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I think that I will go find that kong that Gramma filled with peanut butter and hide it in my kennel. All the other dogs are sleeping now. I am very clever, don't you think?</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Your clever dog, Wall-E</span>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-77414113682486018492011-08-02T16:26:00.000-07:002011-08-03T18:09:24.998-07:00Toni Is Home<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Toni came home. Finally. She is right behind this door. I can smell her. I can hear her. I can hear Gramma talking to her. Gramma is talking very softly and telling her that everything will be alright. Everything will be alright?? What is she talking about? I have tried to jump high enough to touch that door knob, but even when I touch it, I find that I cannot turn it and open the door!</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82ncP7Cojk-qNFhTANuSV6g8Nads6_x9zSVePLwUTARUb_OdL2QHKfkx32Hm9pOB_zP_j8lDGlVRzkxTkTDwH7OSsI9XJER4QSEGlrS2Um2bJp96BkHEvVIef_fml7CtZ1t_J4JUERYod/s1600/DSCN3648.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636791231841328418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82ncP7Cojk-qNFhTANuSV6g8Nads6_x9zSVePLwUTARUb_OdL2QHKfkx32Hm9pOB_zP_j8lDGlVRzkxTkTDwH7OSsI9XJER4QSEGlrS2Um2bJp96BkHEvVIef_fml7CtZ1t_J4JUERYod/s400/DSCN3648.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Toni stayed in the store with Gramma. Gramma said she was still goofy from the stuff they gave her at the vet. Gramma let me take a peek and I did not think she looked goofy .........</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Vmu4bCOtJgBt2VnbI3qaXRl83hIauhgT3m4_W9Xu0zbWkkBPPeuN2ILdSkLvPeK2fFFW6BJSqlud-rTMQA1Z8xsTG2cAQHAUiSzGYSSguIHfeubXLRST_9x3bnxFOlXQ8Y3shbRLksQl/s1600/DSCN3647.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636791037104330386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Vmu4bCOtJgBt2VnbI3qaXRl83hIauhgT3m4_W9Xu0zbWkkBPPeuN2ILdSkLvPeK2fFFW6BJSqlud-rTMQA1Z8xsTG2cAQHAUiSzGYSSguIHfeubXLRST_9x3bnxFOlXQ8Y3shbRLksQl/s400/DSCN3647.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Okay, maybe just a little. She watched a fly crawl on her blankee for a long, long time. She did not even know we were there! Gramma read the instructions they sent home with her and it said that she had to stay away from us other dogs for a minimum of 10 days. Gramma laughed about that a lot.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju87Plwm5-ueFhtjE5PQEwCQYIhpFQVahVF44fmpcDlVrUBs2CFqxkMEDtdqftblJGq5No6l2_atOibShsFKJ3xcsKsGsPMigkDXIpUVUCw8-UFabLg5CUWIQ61PjQle3FzwomC6vrZJgU/s1600/DSCN3646.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636790874656581906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju87Plwm5-ueFhtjE5PQEwCQYIhpFQVahVF44fmpcDlVrUBs2CFqxkMEDtdqftblJGq5No6l2_atOibShsFKJ3xcsKsGsPMigkDXIpUVUCw8-UFabLg5CUWIQ61PjQle3FzwomC6vrZJgU/s400/DSCN3646.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Later when Toni came in the house she told us that she slept while she was gone and that when she woke up, Papa was there. She said she was really happy to see Papa, cause she thought that she was going to go live in another place. She said this had happened to her before. All of us dogs felt bad for her. Even Emmy was nicer to her. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Oscar told her not to worry because Gramma and Papa won't let anything like that happen. Oscar says that he has lived with Gramma and Papa for as long as he can remember. He said that he heard that he lived in a pet store when he was just a tiny little pup. Then he went home with Jill and she gave him to Gramma. He says that he is a one person dog and that Gramma is his person. He said that when he came to live with Papa and Gramma there were already other dogs and a cat in the family. Then he told us that one day he got into the car with Gramma and Papa and they drove to a place where this lady had lots and lots of puppies in her yard. He said that he stayed in Gramma's arms the whole time while Papa picked out a puppy. That puppy was Emmy. Oscar says that except for Zeke, the bloodhound that bit Gramma, all the dogs that come into this family stay in this family. That is just the way it is.</span></div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Is that why you wanted me to live here with Gramma and Papa when I couldn't stay with you? Was it because you wanted me to be safe and you wanted to know where I was? I would say that you are one smart boy! Papa told me that until I came here to live, he had never had a dog that loved him more than Gramma. Papa says that I am special. Don't tell the other dogs, but sometimes Papa gives me extra treats. He thinks Gramma doesn't know ...... but she does. But, we have talked about this before ..... Gramma knows <em>everything! </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Your special dog, Wall-E</span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-34706346234719639902011-08-02T09:04:00.000-07:002011-08-02T09:24:44.580-07:00Where Is Toni ....... Update<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">You will be as relieved as I am to know that even though Papa came back without the puppy called Toni, he is going to go back and get her at 3:00. Gramma asked how Toni did on the ride and Papa said she yakked in the truck. It is okay, I have seen the inside of Papa's truck. A little dog yak will fit right in. But ......... why did she throw up? Was she sick, does she have a puppy disease? Is that why Papa took her?</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma asked Papa what the puppy called Toni did when he handed her over. Handed her over??? To who? This is not sounding good to me. Papa said they put her in a cage. Wait, did I hear that right? A cage? I wanted to go get Oscar, but I could not leave the sofa in case I missed something. Oscar was eating. Gramma put all of our dog dishes up last night. I don't know why. Anyhow, Papa said that Toni kept looking at him from the cage with a sad face. Gramma was sad, too. She said that Toni probably thought that she was back at the pound. This just keeps getting worse.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Then Papa said that he would be going back to get her at 3:00. Then he went out to fix some plumbing and I ran to tell Oscar what I had heard. Oscar was appalled that they had put our puppy in a cage! He told me that if not for the fact that Papa was going back to get her, we would be planning a rescue! I did not point out the fact that we still did not know exactly where she was. I have learned that although Oscar is very brave and will stand up to anyone, he is also a big talker. Let's keep that between the two of us. I would not want him to know I said that. He is very strong, I think I could outrun him, but he can be very determined when you make him mad.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I will no doubt write another update when Toni comes home and I can get her side of this story. I think I heard Gramma say something about surgery, too. I don't want to talk about that ...... I might be sick if I do. I don't even like to have my nails cut!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Your reporter dog, Wall-E</span>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-60382847871284659472011-08-02T06:12:00.000-07:002011-08-02T06:42:44.050-07:00Where Is Toni?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrV0gDr13R7HO3CwRFzMztw0NLumqdGs37M_GzmE0Vr47_elLtI_gDUyack0XvOEX_srgdeNlHAXp55u7iAzAcozKhtv1B_s-W_QKaYpwKcRQ5chXvXrWmUWYmdtAXrH43tn5yqCrJOE-/s1600/DSCN3551.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636253072461315490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrV0gDr13R7HO3CwRFzMztw0NLumqdGs37M_GzmE0Vr47_elLtI_gDUyack0XvOEX_srgdeNlHAXp55u7iAzAcozKhtv1B_s-W_QKaYpwKcRQ5chXvXrWmUWYmdtAXrH43tn5yqCrJOE-/s400/DSCN3551.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Something is going on here. This morning Gramma put Toni's collar on and woke Papa. She said it was time to go. Go where? Are we going on a trip? Is Gramma going to make me wear a collar, too? </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Papa did not got to the treat jar and give us dogs our treat! What is going on? He started to, because Oscar was making lots of noise about it. He really likes his morning treat. Emmy was just watching Gramma holding Toni while Papa got his wallet and keys. Oscar was getting pretty loud and Gramma told Papa that we could not have t r e a t s. She spelled it out. Us dogs know what she is spelling, but we let her think she is pulling one over on us. But why can't we have treats?</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Papa took Toni and went out the door. I looked out the window and I saw them get in Papa's truck, and they left the park. Just like that. Toni is gone. What is this feeling I am having? Why do I feel bad? I should be happy. I did not like this puppy called Toni. Remember, I told you this.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Oscar does not seem to care. Gramma gave us our treats, but it just wasn't the same. It was wrong for Gramma to give us our treats. Papa is supposed to do this. Something is going on here at the park. Toni is gone and I am sad. I thought I would be glad. I miss her. Did Papa take her back? I know I said I wanted her to go back, but I sort of like having her around. She's not so bad, I guess. She really likes to run and play with me. I did not think that Papa would take her back! </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">I must go see what is going on here. I will report back later, my boy. I wish you were here to help me look for clues. I do not want Gramma to know how upset I am, so I can't ask her. I will let you know when I write the next letter. I will be sniffing out these clues. I did not ever think I would say this ............ but I hope Papa brings Toni back home!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Your detective dog, Wall-E</span></div>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-25461315630633050982011-07-29T14:03:00.000-07:002011-07-29T14:54:58.613-07:00Toni Got In Trouble<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwiz-pSrSHSauMHQ9hvueg0cuJ4Vva9QgoEs51ZuP37veXeqDtg2BoyM-S4N4P_GmDOZtH2AO8ChIPkBLYgTNKvu_z0p17oGXdsz7PtBnqO4oPpib8NZA15DvILqangRfLfGBAnStP6jO/s1600/DSCN3642.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634888359881793458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwiz-pSrSHSauMHQ9hvueg0cuJ4Vva9QgoEs51ZuP37veXeqDtg2BoyM-S4N4P_GmDOZtH2AO8ChIPkBLYgTNKvu_z0p17oGXdsz7PtBnqO4oPpib8NZA15DvILqangRfLfGBAnStP6jO/s400/DSCN3642.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Do you see this? This used to be a package of napkins .......... We tried to tell her, but she simply would not listen. Gramma was working in the store and the rest of us dogs were napping when I heard a rustling sound. I came out of my kennel and this is what I saw. I sniffed and sure enough I could smell the smell of that puppy called Toni. She had ripped the plastic off and pulled all the napkins out. She even shredded some of those napkins!</span><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiucZliRfkkZn82FDmvhYxu0hLb4WkO2Pb-SxlsOgHN-Og0TWpU3Rh9aH6BitBGgUT5eCxnziua9RF1LXEuAuWBJscHrKF9u8a4jGyT2DON02DaJ9zT-iefKVVaTQoQzEgxj4FnXHUeXUkn/s1600/DSCN3641.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634887678310170866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiucZliRfkkZn82FDmvhYxu0hLb4WkO2Pb-SxlsOgHN-Og0TWpU3Rh9aH6BitBGgUT5eCxnziua9RF1LXEuAuWBJscHrKF9u8a4jGyT2DON02DaJ9zT-iefKVVaTQoQzEgxj4FnXHUeXUkn/s400/DSCN3641.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Oscar chuckled and told me that this reminded him of some of the shenanigans I used to get into. I am sure I never, ever shredded a package of napkins. I think Oscar is just getting old and his memory is not what it used to be.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">As you, yourself know, Gramma does not like shenanigans. I heard her opening the door from the store and I went to my kennel, lest she think I was responsible for this mess ......</span><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Tj1n2Zl2Tm6WK67vMmC6d0Jn6DRhci6bEa9-9p2usI8rz8W7L1X34CKM46skp4tjIT9oeaKCEuaOKEHfy-3xVdONRm0c2emyGY02iELaK3XMEuq353v8FrpHPUFnROyvoO2GeYMN_Xge/s1600/DSCN3644.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634883738842699522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Tj1n2Zl2Tm6WK67vMmC6d0Jn6DRhci6bEa9-9p2usI8rz8W7L1X34CKM46skp4tjIT9oeaKCEuaOKEHfy-3xVdONRm0c2emyGY02iELaK3XMEuq353v8FrpHPUFnROyvoO2GeYMN_Xge/s400/DSCN3644.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">TONI COME HERE. I heard Gramma shout. Oscar and Emmy were watching from their basket and I was watching from my kennel. She went prancing over to Gramma without a care in the world and looked up at her. She didn't even look scared or sorry for what she had done!</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma took her to the mess and asked her if she had done this dreadful deed. She tried to jump into Gramma's arms, but Gramma was having none of that. I could have told her that would not work, but she needs to learn this on her own ............. just like I did. She got a swat from the fly swatter and another one later when she thought it would be a good idea to attack the broom while Gramma was cleaning up.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEgPFwFQbEmIUfpOU3w_-fU-BZrkqWkJhqe235kTrGm1YBCzb6MqxvyJoVuWQF_0WNEJRsWhDj79gOWHi1-t0do9NLDmP-AcPRx0LPqlMZslX9FiRq_-rykHc9-xnbwPikh6CtdBUmWgV/s1600/DSCN3645.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634883534915042370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEgPFwFQbEmIUfpOU3w_-fU-BZrkqWkJhqe235kTrGm1YBCzb6MqxvyJoVuWQF_0WNEJRsWhDj79gOWHi1-t0do9NLDmP-AcPRx0LPqlMZslX9FiRq_-rykHc9-xnbwPikh6CtdBUmWgV/s400/DSCN3645.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000066;">She does not seem to mind at all that she was punished! Just look at her. She even told us that Gramma did not swat very hard. This dog is not very smart.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">I guess I like her okay now. We have been playing together and she is tireless, let me tell you. She can run as fast as me and her legs are freaky long. We play fight, too. I taught her how to sit pretty. I know you are very proud of me for doing this. Gramma says that I am a very smart dog. I am smart because I have the best boy in the world, right?</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Your smart dog, Wall-E</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-26299517437826467862011-07-21T11:14:00.000-07:002011-07-21T12:21:11.705-07:00I Am Coming Undone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VqZ6ZyUxRBzaRfmpIIAg0G1gOs5AVR7YEj91qWGBlHHZymzKNgOT28Ce6dZJxmoqaByBl7-f1uedjCOeQMqRtJZAUyNAzQwYNgMAzYPklie5CTXpv3OzSiVtOifYhoLVRui7pXtF1cKD/s1600/DSCN3592.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631872273201345986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VqZ6ZyUxRBzaRfmpIIAg0G1gOs5AVR7YEj91qWGBlHHZymzKNgOT28Ce6dZJxmoqaByBl7-f1uedjCOeQMqRtJZAUyNAzQwYNgMAzYPklie5CTXpv3OzSiVtOifYhoLVRui7pXtF1cKD/s400/DSCN3592.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">This new puppy called Toni will be my undoing! I have managed to convince her that she is not allowed in my kennel. Can you believe that Gramma suggested I let her have <em>my kennel </em>to sleep in. That is where I draw the line! It is true that Oscar and Emmy sometimes take a little nap with me in my kennel .......... but it is by invitation only. That means that you can't come in unless I say so! And I do not say that the puppy called Toni can enter my kennel. I have already nipped her to let her know and she is staying away from my kennel that holds my treasures.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">This puppy called Toni has already done so many bad things. She has chewed on Papa's shoes! I shudder to think that she could chew on your old shoes that I sleep with when I need comfort. She walks all over the tables in the living room and yesterday she knocked a lamp down. Did she get in big trouble? No. Can you believe it?</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma was hanging out clothes yesterday and she saw this puppy called Toni digging a hole!! She dug until she had water in the hole and the mud was flying everywhere. Gramma hollered, "NO, Toni, BAD GIRL!!!!!" I got out of the way, so I could watch. I must confess that this was making me quite happy, since she had already gotten me in trouble when she smeared mud on my back. This crazy puppy called Toni stopped, and still standing in the mud hole, she just looked at Gramma with her goofy look. She was not scared at all, she even wagged her tail. Then she just started digging again. Gramma clapped her hands and asked this silly puppy if she had a death wish. Boy, I was really enjoying this. Then she gave her a shake and told her no again. Gramma covered the hole with a big steeping stone and then she looked at me and told me she was sorry for scolding me about the mud! She said she knew it was not my fault. Oh, my boy, was I ever happy!</span><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsIvSReG0W-qSugvPf946q2-r7FAzNasfo7ilLbnVR1G5ec87EEXJnYK79r36obdjPrLeT7cOmHEGW7LbHzakctREDRt3aIqso-I8Trb61FgjTsKnMb3Va_KGCCkwvcj01iYDAggDcBLe/s1600/DSCN3587.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631872140673099138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsIvSReG0W-qSugvPf946q2-r7FAzNasfo7ilLbnVR1G5ec87EEXJnYK79r36obdjPrLeT7cOmHEGW7LbHzakctREDRt3aIqso-I8Trb61FgjTsKnMb3Va_KGCCkwvcj01iYDAggDcBLe/s400/DSCN3587.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Just look at this puppy called Toni. Her face is all muddy and she just had a bath! Look at the arm of the chair. Gramma was not very happy with this puppy called Toni.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9qhAWLgfy6N6_16-ya42B9fF2jbJY2KzfmvFUvBi3RqE680lhjot8_YNIlPIYt_gnwAMhlJKoiyS9T4PUG_dUhSi_E-xx16ZP_RkMvCgyH3HgOCxcOKcXQbOhMeAH7_Zdhs-fm3enQ1V/s1600/DSCN3589.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631871874834386578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9qhAWLgfy6N6_16-ya42B9fF2jbJY2KzfmvFUvBi3RqE680lhjot8_YNIlPIYt_gnwAMhlJKoiyS9T4PUG_dUhSi_E-xx16ZP_RkMvCgyH3HgOCxcOKcXQbOhMeAH7_Zdhs-fm3enQ1V/s400/DSCN3589.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Look at Oscar's eye! She swiped him with her muddy paw. Don't worry, he is okay, Gramma cleaned his eye.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09R8fFmhKJZKKuFXjGj9E7Bssz0wy6TXslsjMypMEK06VZpXKW12S6T88DliMl6yPh9ZLm6HzYYF29zVC70pcyS0SZwQ5REbvdOtqLwKJnFTBOnx_iLmTTeZfuLBjXO9KusQICSoXaJXn/s1600/DSCN3585.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631870975558112402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09R8fFmhKJZKKuFXjGj9E7Bssz0wy6TXslsjMypMEK06VZpXKW12S6T88DliMl6yPh9ZLm6HzYYF29zVC70pcyS0SZwQ5REbvdOtqLwKJnFTBOnx_iLmTTeZfuLBjXO9KusQICSoXaJXn/s400/DSCN3585.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Okay, I did play with her. But, I did not have fun! It just looks like I was having fun, that's all.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">This all happened yesterday and we all got a bath last night. Then, this morning while Gramma was outside painting a sign and Papa forgot to latch the gate ........... this puppy called Toni got into the bathroom trash can! Oscar does this sometimes when Papa fails to latch the gate that keeps us dogs out of the bedroom and bathroom. This makes Gramma mad. She told Papa that this is the only thing she expects him to do in the morning. She said an ounce of prevention equals a pound of cure. Why does she say these things?</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Emmy told me that it just means that it only takes a second for Papa to secure the gate, but it takes 10 minutes for Gramma to clean up the mess. Well, let me tell you, this puppy called Toni made a really big mess! She ripped the liner to shreds and tore up everything into tiny pieces. When Gramma saw this I thought Toni would get a swat with the fly swatter for sure, but Gramma was mad at Papa!! </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">I was listening when Gramma read those papers from the animal shelter and I heard her say that we have 30 days to try this puppy called Toni in our house and if things don't work out we can take her back. It has only been three days and I volunteer to ride along to take her back!!</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Do we really have to have her the whole 30 days? I wish I could see you, my boy. Together we could figure this out. I played with two boys yesterday. Alan came into the store to see the puppy called Toni, but he liked me the best. Really, he did. Then Benjamin came to see me with his Papa. I know his Papa, his name is Crazy Tom (I think that might be his Indian name). I jumped into the air and gave Benjamin a kiss! He reminded me of you.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">I must go nap now. This puppy called Toni is very tiring. I will be dreaming of you, my boy. Don't forget that I love you.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Your best dog, Wall-E</span></p><br /><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-37679486402868528422011-07-19T15:03:00.000-07:002011-07-19T16:25:45.568-07:00I Am Not Jealous ..... Really, I Am Not!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-73di7nHk1W7r2GvBht96gP-tw2p1xrbT2PigsYzOK1vWa3MB4KHoR_fm588J8AIBowGiJaoYg5AB8txR5GILUC5eZGmUbSnIsflnfLND_KLR0HlDDP7n8C3gTM_-OSlnXRilucWM2gx/s1600/DSCN3574.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631187734662193586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-73di7nHk1W7r2GvBht96gP-tw2p1xrbT2PigsYzOK1vWa3MB4KHoR_fm588J8AIBowGiJaoYg5AB8txR5GILUC5eZGmUbSnIsflnfLND_KLR0HlDDP7n8C3gTM_-OSlnXRilucWM2gx/s400/DSCN3574.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">This new puppy got in the bed with Gramma and Papa last night. I did not like it one bit .... no, I did not! Papa was playing the game he <em>usually </em>plays with <em>me </em>with that puppy called Toni. I hate her. I do, I am not kidding. She is annoying. Always running and jumping and playing. I just hate her. She will come up to me and try to engage me in play. She will hold her paw up and wave it at me. I just walk away, but she follows me and won't leave me alone.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">She slept all night, right in our bed with all of us dogs. I know she is a dog, too, but this was <em>our </em>bed with Gramma and Papa. I do not want to share. I want it to just be us three dogs. I was quite content, I tell you! Gramma told Toni that she was a good girl just because she slept all night. Whatever, I sleep all night all the time. Does she tell me I am good just for doing what I am supposed to do anyway? No!</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Toni, the puppy with puppy breath peed in the floor! Oh boy, I thought she was in for it, but Gramma just mopped it up and showed it to her and told her "no-no, we go outside to pee". If I pee in the floor she scolds me! Gramma was mopping and Toni put her paws on the side of the bucket to look in and Gramma said she was so cute. She called Papa to look at Toni look at the mop water. Disgusting! It is not like she caught a frisbee, is it? Then , she went outside and peed and Gramma clapped and petted her like crazy and told her what a good little girl she was. I said big deal for her .... I pee outside all the time. Then when the stupid little dog with puppy breath came in the house she was running and couldn't stop. She slid into the water dish and tipped it up and was wet all over. Gramma laughed!!! I am not kidding, she laughed. She picked Toni up and showed her to Papa.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Oscar and Emmy have been making fun of me and calling me jealous. I am not jealous! I just do not like this dog called Toni with puppy breath, that's all. Oscar says that I used to act just like this puppy. Did I? I do not remember being so annoying, I just wanted to play, that's all. I was never so annoying, was I? I don't like seeing this dog in Gramma's lap or in Papa's lap, that's all. I am glad that you are not here. I do not think I could bear it if you held this dog called Toni with puppy breath. Everybody keeps telling her she is so cute. I do not find her to be cute at all. She is just an annoying little dog with long legs and puppy breath. Oh, about the puppy breath ..... what is the big deal with that?</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">All puppies have puppy breath and I had puppy breath when I was a puppy, so big deal! I want to be the youngest dog here! But I am not jealous, I tell you. Really, I am not! I wish I could just go stay with my boy, that's all.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Your NOT jealous dog, Wall-E</span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;"></span></p>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-92141160629716208612011-07-18T13:59:00.000-07:002011-07-18T14:45:42.364-07:00Puppy Breath<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkpTP6OoLX5LScB9IkceHSXph_SiSAQKnS-Jg0CqJ_U9ebTr6XOFeEaMU-Ve1VWwkvve9YexShg6Oo5Upj9M_im73oyS-IFYFY7PPtoyIk3gdqj2IsY1z97vQcC2TTVu8Giht2sMG3FYE/s1600/DSCN3576.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630801241566583778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkpTP6OoLX5LScB9IkceHSXph_SiSAQKnS-Jg0CqJ_U9ebTr6XOFeEaMU-Ve1VWwkvve9YexShg6Oo5Upj9M_im73oyS-IFYFY7PPtoyIk3gdqj2IsY1z97vQcC2TTVu8Giht2sMG3FYE/s400/DSCN3576.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#003300;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Gramma has been going on and on about puppy breath and how great it is. She has been telling Papa that we need a puppy. She says that we need this puppy <em>for me. </em>What? Why do I need a puppy? I am perfectly happy being the youngest dog here. Why, oh why would I want a puppy to come in and take Gramma and Papa's love from me? They already tried this with that bloodhound, Zeke, and we all know how well that turned out. </span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENwpl0UPutwUsBc39xR6MWxGzWDyj-2LuwSF_v3cBY4lkk1RbeBIRPZFzHG3Dim4iyYNyyq-9xqA4FrKBNtVt7r2RN_EmZ5rUmMV7j6usUM73mQeJMjoBdZsBrXMjaCeQBNtLGPFxZA2L/s1600/DSCN3575.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630801077081269154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENwpl0UPutwUsBc39xR6MWxGzWDyj-2LuwSF_v3cBY4lkk1RbeBIRPZFzHG3Dim4iyYNyyq-9xqA4FrKBNtVt7r2RN_EmZ5rUmMV7j6usUM73mQeJMjoBdZsBrXMjaCeQBNtLGPFxZA2L/s400/DSCN3575.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#003300;">Gramma has been showing Papa pictures of puppies and asking what he thinks. Papa and I will look and Papa will say, "We don't need another dog." I could not agree more! But, last week Gramma saw a picture of a puppy right here in our city and she looked like Emmy. Papa was quite taken with the image of this dog and when Gramma told him that the animal shelter was over crowded, he went to take a look at this little dog that held such a likeness to our Emmy. This dog was said to be a mix between a dachshund and a chihuahua ............ a chiweenie! Her face looked like Emmy, but her ears were sticking up like mine.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBB6nVIBtL1E0zAB45Cxo9Rtqpc3azMQ6d_4UdRLhIgFe_9BpEr-jgYrFbZXrhGVeHbZn_oGtaE2nqG9OJWnvac9DfL7Fg-pUO1eOECxTqWzhL_56RFVFlbPCeQ6hpzR80lfIGZLnGY81_/s1600/DSCN3571.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630800902445410770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBB6nVIBtL1E0zAB45Cxo9Rtqpc3azMQ6d_4UdRLhIgFe_9BpEr-jgYrFbZXrhGVeHbZn_oGtaE2nqG9OJWnvac9DfL7Fg-pUO1eOECxTqWzhL_56RFVFlbPCeQ6hpzR80lfIGZLnGY81_/s400/DSCN3571.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#003300;">I suppose you know that he came home with her. She is kind of cute. She doesn't look as much like Emmy in person as she did in the picture, though. She has puppy breath and Gramma is all smitten with her, letting her give her lots and lots of kisses. I confess that I do not like it when Gramma or Papa hold this new dog with her puppy breath. Gramma is calling her Toni. Because we have Oscar and Emmy, she said we need a Toni. How come I am not named after an award?</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQzxe5OybrsXC2ef4aMM-gqK3ATtDMLeWUHvC0vLJHrVpU5ifwhEfUX_gpk7AgOZoiPh2gvJfQNQhMiAdX17duRW6oRUyy0pTinT2qh_y0MxlSmxpBDlS9l6OOqe96cdr8pm8o8xit1DS/s1600/DSCN3568.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630800714391529186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQzxe5OybrsXC2ef4aMM-gqK3ATtDMLeWUHvC0vLJHrVpU5ifwhEfUX_gpk7AgOZoiPh2gvJfQNQhMiAdX17duRW6oRUyy0pTinT2qh_y0MxlSmxpBDlS9l6OOqe96cdr8pm8o8xit1DS/s400/DSCN3568.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Gramma reminded me that I was named by my boy and that I am the only dog here with his very own boy. I am special. Gramma calls me Wall-E, the wonder dog! Okay, I feel much better now. I have my very own blog so that I can write letters to you. And Toni is my new playmate. She is kind of cute, don't you think?</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6eAb0ms8OmlWS662A5rqnUVogl14j-10XtmByvydrLTPK_E2NpRr2CCFymuCeUlCuxiezb9eqiQAvw7vxHRdpz22xC0rWnZ27AZow7IhZwNoxNwxmtfQ3o4DjiNZ1CdbqU-h19jAGogQ/s1600/DSCN3573.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630800268007516370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6eAb0ms8OmlWS662A5rqnUVogl14j-10XtmByvydrLTPK_E2NpRr2CCFymuCeUlCuxiezb9eqiQAvw7vxHRdpz22xC0rWnZ27AZow7IhZwNoxNwxmtfQ3o4DjiNZ1CdbqU-h19jAGogQ/s400/DSCN3573.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#003300;">She is taller than me, this new dog named Toni with puppy breath. Her legs are freakishly long ..... Gramma said so. She can jump really high and she chases me! Gramma says her bark is as high pitched and annoying as mine! I have to teach her things. Like how to catch a frisbee and how to take Oscar's ball and not get bitten. Emmy does not care for this new dog. She won't even sniff her puppy breath!</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">I must go now, I heard Gramma say something about our monthly bath and that Toni arrived just in time ............. I think it is time to show her some hiding places, don't you?</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">I will be thinking about you as I get my bath tonight. I have not forgotten our deal to to behave while we get our baths and showers. </span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Your faithful dog, Wall-E</span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#003300;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#003300;"></span></p>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-37946822248012902752011-06-23T18:50:00.000-07:002011-06-23T20:10:44.371-07:00Dogs and Baby Birds<span style="color:#000066;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrmyDL6symKiGQzMMf1bxMi_BNuq3fWlcmBCT0oouB_LDU9_sGIng79klt52FxriqQuIuHYOcUrQVZz5yY-BxoLKdRAaq5vhD5mf2p01Oa1hmrgmdKKbc9XwEUOkvg2D5X5J_icwL36A3/s1600/DSCN3453.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621605272677455666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrmyDL6symKiGQzMMf1bxMi_BNuq3fWlcmBCT0oouB_LDU9_sGIng79klt52FxriqQuIuHYOcUrQVZz5yY-BxoLKdRAaq5vhD5mf2p01Oa1hmrgmdKKbc9XwEUOkvg2D5X5J_icwL36A3/s400/DSCN3453.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">The weather here has been very strange. I do not like thunder. It scares me. A lot. I just want to hide when I hear it. Sometimes there is a flash of light with the thunder. They call this lightning. I am not fond of this, either. As you know, Gramma has my kennel under table beside the couch. It is dark and cozy in there. I have your old shoes in there and Gramma has not attempted to wash them, so I find it very comforting to sniff your smells. I have been sleeping in my kennel at night, because these storms have been happening at night.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">One of the storms happened last weekend. The whole weekend was strange, if you ask me. It started with Miss Barb finding some baby birds in the dumpster! She is feeding them while some children are watching. Did you know that birds eat worms? I wonder how they taste .......... Gramma was pretty mad that someone would put these little baby birds in a dumpster. She said it was just plain cruel and inhumane. Does that mean that whoever did it was not a human? </span><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikYZ_QVQTtV824417np4rxmgbjZNlGCzdj_dTXTgJ25_Mla_Tb72Tf1f1WpwopOgGHl2O5TUGTAr9uAkqSE3v0QkouddQzvwZrUKv4jsBcVcHVNcQPUPlHTt9yBQj9GRS6NOfGPufqvXhJ/s1600/DSCN3455.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621600422377059618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikYZ_QVQTtV824417np4rxmgbjZNlGCzdj_dTXTgJ25_Mla_Tb72Tf1f1WpwopOgGHl2O5TUGTAr9uAkqSE3v0QkouddQzvwZrUKv4jsBcVcHVNcQPUPlHTt9yBQj9GRS6NOfGPufqvXhJ/s400/DSCN3455.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000066;">While the birds were eating worms and the children watched, I looked out the window and I saw this dog. Gramma said he was very handsome. He was waiting for his boy and his girl. He didn't even bark! I confess that I barked at him. Oscar joined me at the window and we barked at this dog that Gramma called handsome. Emmy just watched us. She said that it was rude to carry on the way we did. She is such a goody-goody. I was missing my boy and I was jealous of this dog that was handsome and had a boy and a girl.</span><br /></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">So, the dog that Gamma said was so handsome went to his campsite with his boy and his girl. Gramma and Miss Barb finished squishing worms into the tiny little birds and finally it was time for Gramma to lock the door to the store. Us dogs like it when we hear the door lock in the store. It means that Gramma and Papa will come in the house and sit down with us. Gramma will hold us and kiss us. She also inspects us for ticks ever since she found that one on my neck.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">We all went to bed, but I could not seem to sleep. I kept getting in and out of the bed. Gramma scolded me and told me to make up my mind about my sleeping arrangements, so I retired to my kennel. Everyone was sleeping, except me. There was none of that loud thunder or lightning, but I could hear the wind. It sounded really scary. I could hear stuff blowing around outside. I was scared, so I stayed in my kennel and that is where Gramma found me when she finally got up. She usually gets up really early on Saturdays, but she overslept. She went outside to clean the bathrooms for the campers and she told Papa that the wind had blown the box with the baby birds to the ground. They were still alive and she fed them again. She said that they had pooped. That was a good sign. It meant that everything inside them was working and the worms they ate had been good for them. </span></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWBmaXliBrTEJ5TkzGFg8hmI-pZlEvmeYAzrAz0YT6XASFcUsBE4U4eosvOwo9_w5v0SbdiDMkxl6nYywydYa_W9wVhsvkVEHkq5QLUhUeqIdNFvp-1HuQa7ceniy3BOpofBaVkK-V7X6/s1600/DSCN3467.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621599053758342258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWBmaXliBrTEJ5TkzGFg8hmI-pZlEvmeYAzrAz0YT6XASFcUsBE4U4eosvOwo9_w5v0SbdiDMkxl6nYywydYa_W9wVhsvkVEHkq5QLUhUeqIdNFvp-1HuQa7ceniy3BOpofBaVkK-V7X6/s400/DSCN3467.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Miss Nan and Cooper came to the store to see Gramma. Cooper's eyes got really big when Papa told every body that Mr. Marshell's canoe had flown into Miss Yvonne's fifth wheel! He was shocked to hear that canoes can fly! He is still very young, you know. Now I know what I heard outside while I was hiding in my kennel!</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma always holds Cooper and he licks her. Gramma loves little dogs. Gramma loves us dogs here the best, though. She told me so. Us dogs love Gramma and Papa, too. But, of all the people I love ........ I love my boy the most! Don't forget, okay?</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;">Your sleepless dog, Wall-E</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-50660415182887791452011-06-14T17:59:00.000-07:002011-06-15T07:05:50.567-07:00Goodbyes Are Sad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfDl39yJknTVXM0wYGc8zRqCjNgBU8Q1A2k0CmTop-_9LzIo9BMr-KUuALppZHHmYughZA8Dj-U_QS69IgkulTJuAGOrn8nXKaDSp0MFbqKPc9W1AiPzquGTmeQDIBiAHU79VwqOdjaFY/s1600/DSCN3442.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618246908441757426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfDl39yJknTVXM0wYGc8zRqCjNgBU8Q1A2k0CmTop-_9LzIo9BMr-KUuALppZHHmYughZA8Dj-U_QS69IgkulTJuAGOrn8nXKaDSp0MFbqKPc9W1AiPzquGTmeQDIBiAHU79VwqOdjaFY/s400/DSCN3442.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I was so sad when you left<em>.</em> I wanted to go with you, but I wanted to stay with Papa, too. Gramma scolded Papa. She told Papa that he should let me go with my boy. Papa loves me. A lot. He told Gramma that he couldn't let me go because he loves me. Gramma said that she loves me, too ............. but she loves you more. I love you, too. I love Papa, too. Papa told Gramma to let Oscar go home with you. Why would Oscar go home with you? You are not his boy!</span><em> </em><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000066;"></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxEODAXAT4Dqx0avH-xQje43L3G3P5cMC7MwLJwS_mfGxt_I-vy_zGBeoolVycK6oZakCGWTdzUC1Eb4cz-FCZWy-YDmZPSGjxmMVfpz1wTwuGUVVpUUZ1un_yRi38E0D1K_OKQq6VQFB/s1600/DSCN3441.JPG"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618246571011096802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxEODAXAT4Dqx0avH-xQje43L3G3P5cMC7MwLJwS_mfGxt_I-vy_zGBeoolVycK6oZakCGWTdzUC1Eb4cz-FCZWy-YDmZPSGjxmMVfpz1wTwuGUVVpUUZ1un_yRi38E0D1K_OKQq6VQFB/s400/DSCN3441.JPG" /></em></a><em> </em><span style="color:#000066;">So, there I was in your arms. As much as I don't like car rides, I was willing to take one just to be with you.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFDdMGRr0PmV_yp8x437shO_q1zul_czZAKzzipFIsaZXDlzWZlzj3vFsBIWBsulTp30dyYUrZ6Y9ZJddZnCESvtlBBGKus-vQUkELkXOvyYOElQrB36ys3Kz8L-x8gMwTkHUsNL0PkIe1/s1600/DSCN3440.JPG"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618246195116060498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFDdMGRr0PmV_yp8x437shO_q1zul_czZAKzzipFIsaZXDlzWZlzj3vFsBIWBsulTp30dyYUrZ6Y9ZJddZnCESvtlBBGKus-vQUkELkXOvyYOElQrB36ys3Kz8L-x8gMwTkHUsNL0PkIe1/s400/DSCN3440.JPG" /></em></a><em><br /></em><span style="color:#000066;">Everyone was talking at once. Gramma was taking pictures and crying .......... she always cries when you leave. I was thinking that I would need all my stuff. I have stuff, you know. Actually I have a lot of stuff. Gramma has some sweaters for me ........... she can keep those. But I have toys and pillows and <em>stuff. </em>My kennel and my blankets, oh, and my treats. I have a supply of delicious treats. I get one every morning from Papa. Gramma says that Papa should make us dogs <em>earn </em>those treats, but Papa just gives them to us. Gramma makes me sit pretty.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCXNfRxtSwraLcutuOKrchfXArJxC87T5Gvb_2MIKpzSGrXW6XPF8Q0s2TpIuENtK-DJBV8ClwwbAyvvz__t3TFNdFn6U_B1Bm6vg4_zvSOySQEJnjAoLfgSOqnJy4aZLFUV1P_Fvm0kU/s1600/DSCN3439.JPG"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618245830851812098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCXNfRxtSwraLcutuOKrchfXArJxC87T5Gvb_2MIKpzSGrXW6XPF8Q0s2TpIuENtK-DJBV8ClwwbAyvvz__t3TFNdFn6U_B1Bm6vg4_zvSOySQEJnjAoLfgSOqnJy4aZLFUV1P_Fvm0kU/s400/DSCN3439.JPG" /></em></a><em><br /></em><span style="color:#000066;">I jumped down to tell your mom about the treats and that is when Uncle Jeffy said that there was not enough room for me in his van. He said that it was not his van and that Aunt Diane would not want a dog in it. I think he made that up because he felt bad for Papa. </span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Q1jRuX2fu1Kcdhzzy7H7Txv5bUvx90sVEOkkCYD_bGQ4CU3PO5HkoWyGKpT4tI_y8rzB4bVng6vt1UoNb7ycyGj3lcPcJSr5N5-VWf0WugJrU3_JeXFDNpclX21JQMA3w8DyIXMXypBe/s1600/DSCN3438.JPG"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618245526576897522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Q1jRuX2fu1Kcdhzzy7H7Txv5bUvx90sVEOkkCYD_bGQ4CU3PO5HkoWyGKpT4tI_y8rzB4bVng6vt1UoNb7ycyGj3lcPcJSr5N5-VWf0WugJrU3_JeXFDNpclX21JQMA3w8DyIXMXypBe/s400/DSCN3438.JPG" /></em></a><em><br /></em><span style="color:#000066;">You were so disappointed! Gramma said that her heart was breaking to see you so sad. She was crying and you were crying and I did not know what to do.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wRpxKb601ViZaK2S7KmebGzC6oxsm_z0PB5AAA0K6x9vgLpXJOXGN_KRmGo2PoaJCvMQFCMt_TQ-ecQSAzBczIto0KpTPkjIcwKn95-wDWe_1y4qCOgl0cfUpEZfyzwk0HIlfVUrveQR/s1600/DSCN3437.JPG"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618245259084164242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wRpxKb601ViZaK2S7KmebGzC6oxsm_z0PB5AAA0K6x9vgLpXJOXGN_KRmGo2PoaJCvMQFCMt_TQ-ecQSAzBczIto0KpTPkjIcwKn95-wDWe_1y4qCOgl0cfUpEZfyzwk0HIlfVUrveQR/s400/DSCN3437.JPG" /></em></a><em> </em><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma put me in your arms so that I could comfort you. I felt your tears on my neck and I knew what Gramma meant about feeling like her heart was breaking. I was so sad to hear you cry.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma told me that she would take me with her when she went to see you. She told Papa that he would have to buy a puppy for you. I will need to go and see this puppy when you get him. I will need to teach him so many things. Just don't get a big puppy like Zeke. Big puppies are hard to handle ......... just ask Gramma. She will tell you. I am glad to know that you made it home. I heard Gramma talk to you last night. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I will be dreaming of you, my boy. Don't ever forget that I love you!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Your faithful dog, Wall-E</span>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-34108350504450606902011-06-10T10:28:00.000-07:002011-06-10T11:09:02.138-07:00I Am Waiting ........<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin, </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Today is the day!! You are coming today! I have been waiting all week. I almost wish Gramma had not told me that you were coming. Waiting is hard. I keep looking out the window, hoping to see you getting out of Uncle Jeff's van. Lots of kids come here every day to swim, so I keep thinking that you are here. But, not yet. </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma has been busy all week. She has the extra bedroom all ready for you and the girls. She said that your mom and Uncle Jeff can decide who gets the big bed and who gets the cot. All I know is ........ I am sleeping with you! If you will just hurry and get here! </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma has clean sheets on all the beds and she sent Papa to the store for food. She is making a birthday cake for you and your mom. I did not forget that yesterday was your birthday!!!!! You are seven years old now. Gramma says that you are very independent for your age. I did not know what that meant, but Emmy says it means that you do things for yourself. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujLuOwM14_Cv7gvK9sAJZc6RiEl7iaD6YKWiH2h8WWS5Z_ho6nSq40sBOeKdZvil4i7mNFS92O6w4gjjrOV9DtRaZtFaiki3Q4HLAAQTAOEVhTfIJnQBvbosrwpC8l_AdxKelxkrL-wcb/s1600/DSCN3386.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616645100384846402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujLuOwM14_Cv7gvK9sAJZc6RiEl7iaD6YKWiH2h8WWS5Z_ho6nSq40sBOeKdZvil4i7mNFS92O6w4gjjrOV9DtRaZtFaiki3Q4HLAAQTAOEVhTfIJnQBvbosrwpC8l_AdxKelxkrL-wcb/s400/DSCN3386.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Gramma was talking on the phone and petting me today. She was talking about you coming here to see me. Anyhow, she was rubbing my neck and it felt really good, cause the spot she was rubbing was itchy and sore. She stopped talking about you and shouted "a tick ......... Wall-E has a tick on his neck!" I froze to that that spot while Gramma removed that blood thirsty tick from my neck! Now I know why I was itching. Gramma killed that hateful pest and then she gave my neck a thorough search. She checked me all over and then she checked Oscar and Emmy, too. Gramma does not like ticks. She said that it was time for our special flea and tick remedy anyway. Then she said that bad word that I do not like ............. she said that we would have to have a bath!!</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkgoQo1ESNcvBlxGtMgY6gVyOGKcjYaBAKd3uHESj5uO8HkAor1DdM-3tZ9NAZoYOkqWo_H7nMnY_eMEYwWuHdAGbLMR2q8qXQWyvUd4Op1-lAnwqXwKa2yx3t60Qbwing_7fco95zTsI/s1600/DSCN3385.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616644688963778738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkgoQo1ESNcvBlxGtMgY6gVyOGKcjYaBAKd3uHESj5uO8HkAor1DdM-3tZ9NAZoYOkqWo_H7nMnY_eMEYwWuHdAGbLMR2q8qXQWyvUd4Op1-lAnwqXwKa2yx3t60Qbwing_7fco95zTsI/s400/DSCN3385.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">She made me go first. I tried to hide in my kennel with your shoes, but when Gramma is determined, there is really no way to stop her. At least she didn't go pawing through my treasures this time. I have some things hidden in my kennel that I do not want her to throw away. Like your old shoes. I have been hiding things under the pillow. I know, it is only a matter of time until she finds them.</span></div><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Speaking of time ........... isn't it time for you to be here?</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Your waiting dog, Wall-E</span>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-15204674717104197192011-06-01T10:44:00.000-07:002011-06-01T11:08:58.062-07:00Celebrate!<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma was so excited last night when your mom called and told her the news. Us dogs could tell that whatever she was saying to Gramma made her very happy. We waited patiently for her to get off the phone and then she told us ................ you and your mom are coming here in just nine days! I could hardly believe my ears and now my tail won't stop wagging. I am so excited to see you!</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OLBMNhzdFZpB3_7G8_Q-28XYfHU_tNiPmJlLZKJzK1k-1QFy49sxFNlIxjbtQWVlk0mBHmf1LpW4Y5tmheMdm_LM4tKIfqwnYegZUzI4Yfj5Wt2eDIg7eYhIKZVcSxGXIkoH6bH1vtwD/s1600/DSCN3341.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613309919813719554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OLBMNhzdFZpB3_7G8_Q-28XYfHU_tNiPmJlLZKJzK1k-1QFy49sxFNlIxjbtQWVlk0mBHmf1LpW4Y5tmheMdm_LM4tKIfqwnYegZUzI4Yfj5Wt2eDIg7eYhIKZVcSxGXIkoH6bH1vtwD/s400/DSCN3341.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Gramma will make a snow cone for you, any flavor you want. These things are good. I know because if you squish them in your hand they will spill and I have licked up some spills. Papa tends to pour too much of the yummy syrup and cause them to overflow when he makes them. I think I like banana the best. Emmy prefers watermelon and Oscar says he would rather have something solid to snack on .........</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPf3PQgKvJIL6vIz55_PAFeUcxK4OjmxWNdQ2Bdd7h00ENgIrhkHuE6I32xesDt5EHWQR2Biqa8zWXp8xmRH0bElnnbAsFxHYPbZkQx9gT1b5CFlHRD5gL-h2ARYasHe6Ht5JofB-f_sk/s1600/DSCN3343.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613309348350327970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPf3PQgKvJIL6vIz55_PAFeUcxK4OjmxWNdQ2Bdd7h00ENgIrhkHuE6I32xesDt5EHWQR2Biqa8zWXp8xmRH0bElnnbAsFxHYPbZkQx9gT1b5CFlHRD5gL-h2ARYasHe6Ht5JofB-f_sk/s400/DSCN3343.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">............ like when someone drops a cookie!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3OW68xxLEP5xwVWzJpOjmfKJ4NubBzjwjfpfGVPu7WWTmQm-JU_C4BUzuVl2bCxKXg_dCa4C6uOvmpqOSuJNFWryobR1oC3aQyAdMhE1OH1iwy5C0S-geWmQy8aDCcptHLWtFltNE1uk/s1600/DSCN3342.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613309121437085554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3OW68xxLEP5xwVWzJpOjmfKJ4NubBzjwjfpfGVPu7WWTmQm-JU_C4BUzuVl2bCxKXg_dCa4C6uOvmpqOSuJNFWryobR1oC3aQyAdMhE1OH1iwy5C0S-geWmQy8aDCcptHLWtFltNE1uk/s400/DSCN3342.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">I like popcorn, too. Gramma says that Maya, Jada and Zara will be coming, too. Emmy says she will be hanging out under the dining table. She says there will be plenty of spills and food dropped ............ She is beside herself with joy. Gramma says that means she is happy, but I don't know exactly how one gets to be beside them self. Emmy says to just let it go, it is one of those sayings that make no sense. People are funny, you know.</span></div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">I heard Gramma asking your mom what kind of cake she wants. Today is your mom's birthday and you have a birthday in just eight days! We will celebrate while you are here! Just getting to play with you is reason enough for me to celebrate .............. but, cake, too. I think I might even be beside myself with joy! </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">I will be resting up until you get here.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Let them eat cake! Your celebrating dog, Wall-E</span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995871495770149345.post-80521109131017706472011-05-28T10:11:00.000-07:002011-05-28T11:55:20.453-07:00Moles and Obsessions<span style="color:#000066;">Dear Gavin,</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I keep waiting for the air to become warm, cause I know that means you will be coming soon. But, I have to tell you it has been downright cold at night. I don't mind cold air so much. I sleep next to Papa, under the covers, and we stay all nice and toasty warm. The thing I don't like is thinking it will be longer until I see you.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I think it is supposed to be warm by now. I heard Gramma say so. Gramma was busy all day yesterday. She only came into the house to let us dogs out every few hours. Yesterday morning, the most disturbing thing happened. Gramma was brushing her teeth and us dogs were waiting on the love seat for her. Oscar and I always try to get to the warm spot she leaves first. Oscar was going to beat me again, I thought. But all of a sudden he jumped up and started barking his warning bark. He was mad, let me tell you! The hair on his back was standing straight up! Have you ever seen this happen? When Oscar and Emmy get mad or scared, a line of hair straight down the middle of the backs stands on end. What? Oh, Gramma says this also happens to me. Well, as you know, I cannot see my own back.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">But, I digress. I like this new word 'digress' and have been waiting so long to use it. It means that I got a little off subject. So, as I was saying, Oscar jumped up and I thought I was going to get the warm spot until I looked up to see what had him so riled up ............ there was a man close up to our window looking in!!!!!!! Emmy and I joined in to let Gramma know that we had an intruder on our front porch. It was still early in the morning. Gramma's computer was still open on the table beside us. Gramma takes her computer into the store when she goes in to open it up and talk to all the campers. </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Gramma came into the living room and she was still in her nightshirt, the great big t-shirt that your Uncle Jeff gave her from his work. She saw this intruder and the others with him. She was not very happy, either. She went back to her room and got dressed, then she went to the door and asked these people what they wanted .......... after she called Papa on her cell phone to tell him that we were being invaded by imbeciles. I am not sure what that means. Neither does Oscar, but we don't think it is good. After that, we hardly saw Gramma all day and she was so tired last night, she didn't even play with me before we got into bed. I sure hope that you will be here soon. A young dog like me needs to play!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILzYK2fXCVL-OVXEhCX_ZTS9rrKTud8ukoqr3iABzROdW__2bO7yqDk6JU_NfgH9vCCwgI5_EG5J-0io5IBLp0r_E28goPOz-bJD2V1G9oJOwTGAVSrT3Y2oOWOJBKAa5J24i6awZKpoC/s1600/DSCN3340.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816989065137906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILzYK2fXCVL-OVXEhCX_ZTS9rrKTud8ukoqr3iABzROdW__2bO7yqDk6JU_NfgH9vCCwgI5_EG5J-0io5IBLp0r_E28goPOz-bJD2V1G9oJOwTGAVSrT3Y2oOWOJBKAa5J24i6awZKpoC/s400/DSCN3340.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Do you see this creature? Papa found it in the pool skimmer and brought it up to show us. Oscar and Emmy knew what it was and so did Papa. Do you know what this creature is? It is a mole. He digs tunnels under ground. Sometimes we see the dirt where one has been. It makes Papa crazy when he is mowing. He buys these stick things that make smoke to scare the mole away. Gramma says it is an obsession of his. I think this means he really likes doing it.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgks1xskM_iCd1UQEZ66FUW7q0EnlguP6P5hmGT3f2uih1mXhwGMqt79OhumTv-1c0dRpFrRYJpGSjcR1XwGIh0uWPFqMOYVKxDiiyUxMn10XSP1bE4CQT3nDOtlrD8p0UXHR5B2HYexqkL/s1600/DSCN3339.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816568839924514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgks1xskM_iCd1UQEZ66FUW7q0EnlguP6P5hmGT3f2uih1mXhwGMqt79OhumTv-1c0dRpFrRYJpGSjcR1XwGIh0uWPFqMOYVKxDiiyUxMn10XSP1bE4CQT3nDOtlrD8p0UXHR5B2HYexqkL/s400/DSCN3339.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000066;">This mole drowned in the pool. Gramma said the water temperature was too low to be swimming. Wonder why this mole was swimming? I have never been swimming. I am not that fond of being wet. Gramma makes us dogs have a bath once a month ........ is this an obsession of Gramma's? Emmy tells me that she went into a mole hole once when she lived in Minnesota and pulled the mole out! We have agreed that moles are really ugly creatures. I was wondering, though, would Gramma bathe this mole and cut his toenails if he lived with us? Oscar says I am being silly. Gramma says that I am curious.</span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Whatever I am, I am always your dog first.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Your curious, silly dog ............. Wall-E</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Wall-Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782732188682037630noreply@blogger.com2