tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47614978904186662702024-02-06T22:47:13.709-06:00Charmin the Wonder Dog!Memories of the escapades of an aging canine as seen through her dimming eyes.Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-80572755936685998132009-07-07T17:17:00.005-05:002009-07-07T18:32:12.570-05:00IN MEMORIAM of Charmin July 7, 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZh1gvgdyNSDYaHsVu7Yo79vV0vxMNnpWohAxQNKkQTdMAHGfeBMue3jHxtZLDRP9F8ekDhyphenhyphendHIhfG94Rh-cGKTMZH-0du7Lajpl-o3FIfnQKPFfcZNvzgw02eFlaAUXK8FAkZhVad4g/s1600-h/Charmin2+4-26-03b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355853043047287762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZh1gvgdyNSDYaHsVu7Yo79vV0vxMNnpWohAxQNKkQTdMAHGfeBMue3jHxtZLDRP9F8ekDhyphenhyphendHIhfG94Rh-cGKTMZH-0du7Lajpl-o3FIfnQKPFfcZNvzgw02eFlaAUXK8FAkZhVad4g/s400/Charmin2+4-26-03b.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">The Last Battle</span><br />If it should be that I grow frail and weak</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">And pain should keep me from my sleep,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Then will you do what must be done,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">You will be sad I understand,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">But don't let grief then stay your hand,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">For on this day, more than the rest,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Your love and friendship must stand the test.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">We have had so many happy years,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">You wouldn't want me to suffer so.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">When the time comes, please, let me go.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Only, stay with me till the end</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">And hold me firm and speak to me</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Until my eyes no longer see.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I know in time you will agree</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">It is a kindness you do to me.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Although my tail its last has waved,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">From pain and suffering I have been saved.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Don't grieve that it must be you</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Who has to decide this thing to do;</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">We've been so close -- we two -- these years,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Don't let your heart hold any tears.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">-- Unknown</span> </div><br /><div align="center">from <a href="http://www.petloss.com/poems/poems.htm">http://www.petloss.com/poems/poems.htm</a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Today we all said our goodbyes to our trusty companion, Charmin the Wonder Dog. Although we're all very sad and now have a hole in our hearts, she let us know it was time and gave us the permission we needed to help her over that Rainbow Bridge. Our daughter posted a wonderful picture of Charmin while she could still stand up in the yard on her blog <a href="http://emilynmatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/charmin.html">here</a>, so go take a look. Mike and Matt dug a grave in our back yard that serves as her final resting place and next year will bloom beautifully with flowers to remind us of all the joy she brought to our lives.<br /><div align="center"></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-89590379680069488002009-07-05T11:31:00.003-05:002009-07-05T11:50:26.081-05:00My trusty companionsHere is where my little kitty brother hangs out when my cousins (or are they actually a niece and nephew?) come over. They are two rather large and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">rambunctious</span> dogs and little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">JC</span> is a tiny kitty (adult, but really small) who would just rather hang out on top of the kitchen cabinets than be chased by the dogs. Mama master was nice enough to put his food on top of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">refrigerator</span> so he could eat. That seemed to make him happy!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQE2isas8T0yP6IVvyWJ9zbDybhVRla8tkFuYIW2x2gV0wAY8M1ZWXWqu0fsAzJTf5cW2Lx0pBMQmcf1PhrE28ArCu3FQj-xHY_aNSOwiTOIStNSiX7tcLtBEPqcQV9PmUYQJoLXb-LU/s1600-h/JC+on+top3+0609.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355015083294386338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQE2isas8T0yP6IVvyWJ9zbDybhVRla8tkFuYIW2x2gV0wAY8M1ZWXWqu0fsAzJTf5cW2Lx0pBMQmcf1PhrE28ArCu3FQj-xHY_aNSOwiTOIStNSiX7tcLtBEPqcQV9PmUYQJoLXb-LU/s320/JC+on+top3+0609.jpg" /></a> Below you can see how worried Katie was when I stole the washcloth from Daddy when he was trying to clean my face up after I ate. She's such a worry-wort!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR53ObjnUMdjLSuP_1QpF4UaMvk7By60XgnpmZG_mpI5US0KNN09gUnudUOUsUeJ9qkC-PX7Zbs8rjeK-GUoaWGup2OkLa-XQu6Zeqy7vpKvhf-ih64fe6_arRp-FnH7t9GfKIWc7mf0Y/s1600-h/Katie+over+Charmin+0609.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355015074063880066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR53ObjnUMdjLSuP_1QpF4UaMvk7By60XgnpmZG_mpI5US0KNN09gUnudUOUsUeJ9qkC-PX7Zbs8rjeK-GUoaWGup2OkLa-XQu6Zeqy7vpKvhf-ih64fe6_arRp-FnH7t9GfKIWc7mf0Y/s320/Katie+over+Charmin+0609.jpg" /></a>Here's a close up of me with the washcloth. Mama wasn't too happy because it was a hand knitted gift from someone, so I promised not to destroy it. Yeah, like with the few teeth I have left I could REALLY do much damage!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ysrhlPhBfv22tU7SI5olmX5bnXVY-_HA1TkN2KmnbNw2h1l4_wZebci24CsPUDUz1Nd6O-pGRN8AhOoFxNb1Vc66kQ79WX7jbY-sxXmiNNWnkm8_Zq1iNsD837EiO00wIgKGJT88gcM/s1600-h/Charmin+w+cloth+0609.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355015070597413842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ysrhlPhBfv22tU7SI5olmX5bnXVY-_HA1TkN2KmnbNw2h1l4_wZebci24CsPUDUz1Nd6O-pGRN8AhOoFxNb1Vc66kQ79WX7jbY-sxXmiNNWnkm8_Zq1iNsD837EiO00wIgKGJT88gcM/s320/Charmin+w+cloth+0609.jpg" /></a> Do you think my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">sibs</span> are a little over concerned about me or something??? Here I was trying to eat and they were ALL hanging out around me! I mean who wants to eat with all those eyes staring at them anyway??? Daddy usually puts me in the bathroom with my human food and shuts the door, then the others can't get in, but this time I was trying to munch on some hard dog food. Daddy rushed me to the vet the other day because I wouldn't move or eat or anything. She told him to try baby food and let me eat WHATEVER I wanted! Hey, every gal's dream, huh? Eat anything anytime and everywhere!!! Since I'm losing weight there's no problem eating too much, but usually I only eat a couple of ounces at a time. Daddy found out that I love <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">salmon</span> so he's cooking that a lot now.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPD1ZaSIJ5KNxVuRX6olXWAvG_R4Qxuf6567gTz6-is4F2oUQURI2Vu_lxrNps_b_VBvOACVyhfONabcEK0hCUSUgsT-BrRMBplkts-0jC2Lm-abjiJw_Z0o0SO__4OsiGyyr6kf6kXY/s1600-h/Charmin+and+helpers+0709.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355015059414241330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPD1ZaSIJ5KNxVuRX6olXWAvG_R4Qxuf6567gTz6-is4F2oUQURI2Vu_lxrNps_b_VBvOACVyhfONabcEK0hCUSUgsT-BrRMBplkts-0jC2Lm-abjiJw_Z0o0SO__4OsiGyyr6kf6kXY/s320/Charmin+and+helpers+0709.jpg" /></a><br />Today I actually walked across the kitchen floor, then veered sideways as usual and fell, kirplop! Later Daddy took me outside and came back in telling Mama how I pooped! He was so proud of me! Gee, doesn't take much to make those humans happy does it?<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-87650122964661151212009-06-27T12:31:00.002-05:002009-06-27T12:50:31.938-05:00Worn out today<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pWsq_xI4A3oPmPxrA0odCHnBMvefX_phLZODA0BvYDiDr2WW3BA51xDHi4GgPXzPlAVVmQSp4Qc-EMw4dBiwByK9vCVXdxdTcb280lmH70qgMGTXNM4qy2unzP6YkaTKqfDmc7U2OaM/s1600-h/Charmin062709d.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352062165641220162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pWsq_xI4A3oPmPxrA0odCHnBMvefX_phLZODA0BvYDiDr2WW3BA51xDHi4GgPXzPlAVVmQSp4Qc-EMw4dBiwByK9vCVXdxdTcb280lmH70qgMGTXNM4qy2unzP6YkaTKqfDmc7U2OaM/s320/Charmin062709d.jpg" /></a> Well I haven't written for awhile because truthfully, I'm really worn out and haven't felt much like sitting up to type. Yeah I know that you know it's not me typing, but anyway, as you can see from these pictures, I'm not much in to passing words along to mamma master to type them. Daddy master took me to see the doctor the other day and she assured him I haven't had a stroke, but then what's causing my drooping face and inability to walk much? My one back leg just plain doesn't work anymore and now I can't stand at all, so they just carry me around and try to help in the back yard. I overheard Mamma and Daddy masters talking about, well I don't even want to say it..... but you know what I'm talking about... Mamma says she can't type it, so we'll move on....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd0BycXRkwtjF6VT3S2BFDxr78x0qlBcBkWpUqiYf0jxDWic2BocF7zy_4kPo2IdcSjLIiRnTYq0lRPr6GNkoYPV0bGXmYXLLH4YFo71YlGASL3iP86zdVjQ0f1B1Ozf5McbBKU1LN1gk/s1600-h/Charmin062709.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352062163088311602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd0BycXRkwtjF6VT3S2BFDxr78x0qlBcBkWpUqiYf0jxDWic2BocF7zy_4kPo2IdcSjLIiRnTYq0lRPr6GNkoYPV0bGXmYXLLH4YFo71YlGASL3iP86zdVjQ0f1B1Ozf5McbBKU1LN1gk/s320/Charmin062709.jpg" /></a> So my masters are dog-sitting for their two granddogs this weekend. They keep coming over and sniffing my butt, then when they're closing in on my face I snap at them. I wish they'd just leave me alone, but really they must know I don't feel well because they don't stick around long. The picture below shows my little sis Katie trying to keep her toy away from her little sis (long story) Daisy. Funny thing is, Katie has absolutely zero interest in that toy until Daisy comes along! Daisy finally got it, then started hitting herself with it, shaking her head from side-to-side. Funny girl!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZS4WOE-uGKvkPAM9HVCXTrF2PgFspm-QTiPPGg26L6VStDW0-8dhaLRGY4sbez1xww5dy9gmZhfOi6U2SS1eWCeU86_JF4w587HmVnLJbcRgOO4VSfL1hUKrgUTWMSgivF6sZ84yAaQ/s1600-h/Katie&Daisy062709.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061849688764610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZS4WOE-uGKvkPAM9HVCXTrF2PgFspm-QTiPPGg26L6VStDW0-8dhaLRGY4sbez1xww5dy9gmZhfOi6U2SS1eWCeU86_JF4w587HmVnLJbcRgOO4VSfL1hUKrgUTWMSgivF6sZ84yAaQ/s320/Katie&Daisy062709.jpg" /></a> My brother Charlie was kind of sulking with his head to the back door. He really doesn't like it when strangers come to the house, even if they are his cousins.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9mC5mUuCU1I13iaj0wn4542JTK5kzFSmo3hFHdNAuclix8mN5XHWzu8OjUmJ4KZOCzpAgjIJLI8Z9a9lNwoqXXFa-g6PDVeUA4xcrfy_b62ipQPv6aY9m-WBs1mbICZRWnzHksX5JuQ/s1600-h/Charlie062709.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061845453564946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9mC5mUuCU1I13iaj0wn4542JTK5kzFSmo3hFHdNAuclix8mN5XHWzu8OjUmJ4KZOCzpAgjIJLI8Z9a9lNwoqXXFa-g6PDVeUA4xcrfy_b62ipQPv6aY9m-WBs1mbICZRWnzHksX5JuQ/s320/Charlie062709.jpg" /></a> Little bro Tucker promptly threw up right after the cuz's got here, then he hibernated in his little bed under the tv the rest of the morning. Guess he was a little upset, or maybe he's just getting old like me and wearing out.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQRDGxtcL7Tp8mlwXtTVx1Jk69lMSmkovGc9sv9tFdsfpEDQhnNrVFcLTeBi2IXqU6XRe62fMqsHjLjHFiN3_Y2FaK8d9tsa9lFpjTTKyGmI0YHatgp7XjMx9tnntx4hQEVY8gyWxgYY/s1600-h/Tucker062709.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061842050062434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQRDGxtcL7Tp8mlwXtTVx1Jk69lMSmkovGc9sv9tFdsfpEDQhnNrVFcLTeBi2IXqU6XRe62fMqsHjLjHFiN3_Y2FaK8d9tsa9lFpjTTKyGmI0YHatgp7XjMx9tnntx4hQEVY8gyWxgYY/s320/Tucker062709.jpg" /></a><br />Here's Daisy laying on the futon. Silly little girls keeps trying to bite those cats! Doesn't she know they're not real???<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSlAAlsXMkXUuxSf6ogDbkiGN69d-TzsF3YqLRQTmqVvRq7AtpBD5MnMcvICNWLyCG4cPhqZtKBEFyITNUQ0Cj2e_wcUNSPt8f67at9JlXrT3ZsYTZp0aS3olvL7KWEhRqduZ_wCnuDo/s1600-h/Daisy062709.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061839639356530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSlAAlsXMkXUuxSf6ogDbkiGN69d-TzsF3YqLRQTmqVvRq7AtpBD5MnMcvICNWLyCG4cPhqZtKBEFyITNUQ0Cj2e_wcUNSPt8f67at9JlXrT3ZsYTZp0aS3olvL7KWEhRqduZ_wCnuDo/s320/Daisy062709.jpg" /></a><br />and then there's Buddy.... king of the hill... well he's a real sweetheart, just doesn't know how big he is. Sometimes he forgets and knocks things over, then masters aren't very happy. Luckily he likes to sleep alot as long as nobody is moving, or there's no loud noises (or quiet noises), and there's no cats around.....<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WCY8LlEfsoPQJ7TzMJXysTHPWzOCbIVHwj9eIR1VTnjT2A713FqCXNNeNPJ0jqUU_KtgkqiPQM0Nlxa-vTh2IxkfLuhslGvYGeWY3Pz78Kw88tbyykCVsyr3YHfl7_XSphelxV1W3us/s1600-h/Buddy062709.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061833003641506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WCY8LlEfsoPQJ7TzMJXysTHPWzOCbIVHwj9eIR1VTnjT2A713FqCXNNeNPJ0jqUU_KtgkqiPQM0Nlxa-vTh2IxkfLuhslGvYGeWY3Pz78Kw88tbyykCVsyr3YHfl7_XSphelxV1W3us/s320/Buddy062709.jpg" /></a><br />Well that's all I can find the energy for today. Hope to type more again soon!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-2842555148530577312009-06-15T17:15:00.004-05:002009-06-15T17:27:02.513-05:00I'm a biting machine!So this morning when mamma master was trying to shove that nasty plastic thing down my throat an insert those even nastier pills I accidentally got her finger while trying to shut my mouth. She wasn't very happy with me at all... see her poor finger ... guess I showed her, huh? It's not my fault that she got blood all over her shirt and was trying to get out the door to go to work and had to change her shirt and wash the bloody one and put a bandaid on to stop the bleeding... well hey, what can I say? Sorrrrryyyy!!! She sure was yelling at me!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347682165126545122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLo9WknqADGp3bXggGSNusjBC7gtOjgiwPuhu9enYDkgwA7AT2AFLZvQK1K6gxgpbOEIrveVer6Qi0D1YWNG6jhZPXJEPgNmBGZFpmYIGnXQU1z7wBX0hU8F3RRVWn2VfJ1hihxTC9v3Q/s320/finger+bite.jpg" />Then when daddy master got home from work and tried to give me the rest of what I didn't get this morning I bit him too!! He still has his bandaid on though so there's no picture to show. Oh and I yanked that badge off that he wears around his neck too!!! So he put me outside where it was all muddy and I got stuck and got all worn out, then slept the rest of the day.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-79835096767591066722009-05-12T18:35:00.002-05:002009-05-12T18:38:24.951-05:00The Great Escape!<div>Tee hee hee, they thought they could keep me corralled in the kitchen by putting up a gate, well NOTHING can keep this old girl stuck in a room with no windows to look out! I knocked it right down and well, then promptly got stuck under the chair again, but at least I wasn't stuck in that room! See....</div><br /><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbA4dMb_M6mLaFbGOx6cHA_u8Qly1eKDLOIIHqJKtVOQJUCTDxTKyTxpGmvfxzhE_tbPUv8k3dNkA3aXVk1TKWegwMZy7XKrH2pm3bytOf-SgsXfdFqs-PMPq7HU1phU8UnCPJahHwMzM/s1600-h/Charmin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335085755861395826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbA4dMb_M6mLaFbGOx6cHA_u8Qly1eKDLOIIHqJKtVOQJUCTDxTKyTxpGmvfxzhE_tbPUv8k3dNkA3aXVk1TKWegwMZy7XKrH2pm3bytOf-SgsXfdFqs-PMPq7HU1phU8UnCPJahHwMzM/s200/Charmin.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-67236353928272456682009-05-02T14:30:00.003-05:002009-05-02T14:45:03.124-05:00I nabbed a Cricut!!!<div align="center">Hey, I nabbed a cricut... well not exactly the bug kind with the irritating chirp, but on top of this blue rolling cart is my momma master's die-cutting machine and it's called a Cricut, so I thought I take it for a little ride!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JYOX13pmOhiiPyvR59-J_uFV5gRGCkk5TfstmLPSk0sh209Y_CH5iynqqy_4VMIeg0dDSNDDhwbojxRCbx8kxzU7H6fSEcYfz3j07itta3Z3OconxBTJv5DieTDOTOCoSCEDAI7Ayns/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331312345522082354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JYOX13pmOhiiPyvR59-J_uFV5gRGCkk5TfstmLPSk0sh209Y_CH5iynqqy_4VMIeg0dDSNDDhwbojxRCbx8kxzU7H6fSEcYfz3j07itta3Z3OconxBTJv5DieTDOTOCoSCEDAI7Ayns/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center">You see, if you come around from behind the cart and get your front legs up over that bar at the bottom, then "accidentally" get your back legs stuck on the other side of the bar...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLm-8P0V1AtWr9ivS9JY1C176RXBVf_8EZfa0HvC7SVN4fZldAatkHNLooCPqvaOnXxhzx4HnhG3YTR-fj0JApz16cyJihfZWO6O9zgqaFjw4ABZOquXsZ0SctbHZqnKklUEWK3pXku4/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331312340841070738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLm-8P0V1AtWr9ivS9JY1C176RXBVf_8EZfa0HvC7SVN4fZldAatkHNLooCPqvaOnXxhzx4HnhG3YTR-fj0JApz16cyJihfZWO6O9zgqaFjw4ABZOquXsZ0SctbHZqnKklUEWK3pXku4/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /></a>well, when you start moving your front legs forward the cart just kinda follows wherever you go!</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgW5Y9QQOrg1V7vrvFqXBCiwaPLJUoXyKtxLthMEJQ48Hxj8IRXuv6aTElFxrPwnKSLtpNgfeE4K9udRjmcnygV7PysLj3kTF4BC26KzsiSPulKDbuQgP4ljM85V6MFvp6Fj-nHWet-Pw/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331312336965668098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgW5Y9QQOrg1V7vrvFqXBCiwaPLJUoXyKtxLthMEJQ48Hxj8IRXuv6aTElFxrPwnKSLtpNgfeE4K9udRjmcnygV7PysLj3kTF4BC26KzsiSPulKDbuQgP4ljM85V6MFvp6Fj-nHWet-Pw/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /></a>Momma didn't think that was such a good idea. She kept saying that the Cricut cost too much money to be broken if it fell on the floor, but I was really having some fun here!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYS5wjdGWY7SYys2hieDmHkrxomckCK4b4eIzqsk8JIiAMDAqnDSn4uZ0YQ18DjQWGZsIPFj3eSRCDeuRnrD9lo0O87RP-r1Fo4atm-UWBFk45vPg_B-fX_FUGyU_2IcIdBf36kETK6Q/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331311943245062114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYS5wjdGWY7SYys2hieDmHkrxomckCK4b4eIzqsk8JIiAMDAqnDSn4uZ0YQ18DjQWGZsIPFj3eSRCDeuRnrD9lo0O87RP-r1Fo4atm-UWBFk45vPg_B-fX_FUGyU_2IcIdBf36kETK6Q/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /></a>I tried to go forward, but just got all tangled up, and my back legs couldn't lift over that bar, then I ran in to the futon and well... as you can see below I just kind of ended up in a real mess, then momma lifted my back legs over the bar, but my head was all tangled in the other bar... Oh WHY did I have to try this anyway???<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXczFI5R8fM9C-ZUi2FqGzCK7-C4Lxd2KazHcYCbsWBVv32ks87wakdEUTDgHRw2Anwm6S58MV6e0bxJaW03bh86EnXJgRMgKo7zzbISBL73YbuIWuP9kwujzAP72UtuYhyphenhyphen2wka-1sw4/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331311941464051250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXczFI5R8fM9C-ZUi2FqGzCK7-C4Lxd2KazHcYCbsWBVv32ks87wakdEUTDgHRw2Anwm6S58MV6e0bxJaW03bh86EnXJgRMgKo7zzbISBL73YbuIWuP9kwujzAP72UtuYhyphenhyphen2wka-1sw4/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /></a>There! Finally I'm free!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJW5MDy-duwR_G_dQb_fGiMdOZZEBKLQRjUWzGtRkPsy29jaXHtuD7pUl14RHPM7Bm85WAjqlr8wIgtpjzczuRx2iRfsLo-IU0UVpId1Qp5pUVe1zxHXq69mI5SepqIxA7XiXS3wQds8c/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331311931664383762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJW5MDy-duwR_G_dQb_fGiMdOZZEBKLQRjUWzGtRkPsy29jaXHtuD7pUl14RHPM7Bm85WAjqlr8wIgtpjzczuRx2iRfsLo-IU0UVpId1Qp5pUVe1zxHXq69mI5SepqIxA7XiXS3wQds8c/s200/Image035.jpg" border="0" /></a> ... and I'm OUTTA here!<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKDAFc2Ti_7pOb0Fo_M39TkLecMpXNQcjGImimtwIspQU6fuTCVoDotmHFlT0u1CPqrDS_qOhVJ-E1HZKptK-7OBK_0ZcWbc8iDW_b09CPSEgkxrJVqZx71-77q8WsqiS9Z86ucbbj2c/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331311925307862802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKDAFc2Ti_7pOb0Fo_M39TkLecMpXNQcjGImimtwIspQU6fuTCVoDotmHFlT0u1CPqrDS_qOhVJ-E1HZKptK-7OBK_0ZcWbc8iDW_b09CPSEgkxrJVqZx71-77q8WsqiS9Z86ucbbj2c/s200/Image036.jpg" border="0" /></a>... well drat those back legs anyway!!! <div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-86245527091984506192009-04-26T13:17:00.004-05:002009-04-26T13:37:16.971-05:00Mush and Walking!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdN1VSrkVXvofi-LvqPOUNHxjkZm1xBvmeg1-K2PYzAntO4Bk2zKKtyIGq5P7FiCwD_kmrrFFLdFKFBFnxhPasPKBqHk99qFlHk6JQBOMHAD9PPEL9bXlga5ftOq9EiyY1zwTnAqmYrPI/s1600-h/food1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329066681813244306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdN1VSrkVXvofi-LvqPOUNHxjkZm1xBvmeg1-K2PYzAntO4Bk2zKKtyIGq5P7FiCwD_kmrrFFLdFKFBFnxhPasPKBqHk99qFlHk6JQBOMHAD9PPEL9bXlga5ftOq9EiyY1zwTnAqmYrPI/s200/food1.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is the mush that Momma made for me yesterday since I haven't been eating the dry food that's out for all of us canines in the household (and an occasional hungry feline!) She put some leftover turkey in a bowl with homemade vegetable broth, nuked for a couple of minutes, then added some farina (cream of wheat) and some yellow lentils and cooked for about five minutes. She thought I'd be too weak to chew, so she got out this thing called a magic bullet, added some ice cubes and whipped it up to a drinkable solution.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IEF13aule_YVoWhQI2peJw9XaU4YCkHyL_DAzKCWFgwdRvjOv4Hyn9CY78PkhmEH4sGHxbbAXLR-O7L45eA6YScNSXViawWLdlcvX2FChl1Tl-V1bAKxC-TfkzU8bjUBS9ZGzx-G7NE/s1600-h/food2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329066676701031874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IEF13aule_YVoWhQI2peJw9XaU4YCkHyL_DAzKCWFgwdRvjOv4Hyn9CY78PkhmEH4sGHxbbAXLR-O7L45eA6YScNSXViawWLdlcvX2FChl1Tl-V1bAKxC-TfkzU8bjUBS9ZGzx-G7NE/s200/food2.JPG" border="0" /></a>Wowser was that ever YUMMYLISCIOUS!!!!! I went through two whole bowls of it in no time flat, well everything except those lentils that weren't cooked enough to be ground up and I didn't have any chewing energy. As you can see below, I still couldn't stand up, so did all my drinking laying down (sounds like a song, huh???)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCNGeK-7cyy6wA6BwHvu3d5kr5Gq6XmmbE_Nm-AtpghbUpzjH0KqDhQ7eC9OcN7R9q3rep7yXg7B21PMBkgDKgBIbuXYyEiQ1Z59hmkPzdK0XV-5pSgdmgYAOntSuUqKCP66rNNeao4Q/s1600-h/eating1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329066390111542546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCNGeK-7cyy6wA6BwHvu3d5kr5Gq6XmmbE_Nm-AtpghbUpzjH0KqDhQ7eC9OcN7R9q3rep7yXg7B21PMBkgDKgBIbuXYyEiQ1Z59hmkPzdK0XV-5pSgdmgYAOntSuUqKCP66rNNeao4Q/s200/eating1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iTGpSdG3Om034r2ofbIrEIRsmQ-X8b-SFlMyei8iiCQSvN6lqKb3wFOSqrMNgPqwo6bjgALa6bDA2oaYvt2r_Nx6pCBj_LZekwwSfjELhqetQENpKsZ75H1KsulNaNAz85sNUDOW6wo/s1600-h/eating2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329066384374004754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iTGpSdG3Om034r2ofbIrEIRsmQ-X8b-SFlMyei8iiCQSvN6lqKb3wFOSqrMNgPqwo6bjgALa6bDA2oaYvt2r_Nx6pCBj_LZekwwSfjELhqetQENpKsZ75H1KsulNaNAz85sNUDOW6wo/s200/eating2.JPG" border="0" /></a> After a bit, my little bro Tucker though he'd come get some of that great smelling stuff too, but Momma kept him away, then finally let him lick the big bowl when it was empty. If you zoom in on the picture below and look carefully up above his shoulders you'll see two bright circles. Well those are our little feline sister's eyes! She was really interested in the food too!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOPavgCpaQxFp-e3Vw5hVvatNxo0UgI_c36HMsGq667-4R5O_D7g7kugB5iAaUdQgGXLLCiFb6Z91pZIYIpVKN-hNhbeEfgkM5-WAbNDifE3YmPHZVnBkjI5PiVx1hMCTcABpKAGiYWU/s1600-h/eatin3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329066384890275986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOPavgCpaQxFp-e3Vw5hVvatNxo0UgI_c36HMsGq667-4R5O_D7g7kugB5iAaUdQgGXLLCiFb6Z91pZIYIpVKN-hNhbeEfgkM5-WAbNDifE3YmPHZVnBkjI5PiVx1hMCTcABpKAGiYWU/s200/eatin3.JPG" border="0" /></a>NOW comes the GOOD part..... Momma put together a really cool hip harness so she could help me walk!!! It's made out of two old collars that are hooked on to a leash splitter, then the leash hooks on that. The two collars hooked around each leg so she could hold me up to provide support. You can see that my little sis Katie was very interested in this strange contraption!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZgJHHvSk1MqlHjVB8mvHc6RlAllR2mFeuH5lueDFnyu8EBXZfeJCwNx4h806Y7krDYiKez1_sWOTeoTPDOJ48iQSKr7IgzIAxI1HYpjAtPmVpsV90XHieUXNUAq40YpX0rcXezX9bY4/s1600-h/walk1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329066381388988082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZgJHHvSk1MqlHjVB8mvHc6RlAllR2mFeuH5lueDFnyu8EBXZfeJCwNx4h806Y7krDYiKez1_sWOTeoTPDOJ48iQSKr7IgzIAxI1HYpjAtPmVpsV90XHieUXNUAq40YpX0rcXezX9bY4/s200/walk1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Now the fun part was falling down on my face and playing like I couldn't get up. I KNEW that Daddy would come and rescue me, which he did. Momma said next time she'd put a collar around my neck and use a second leash to help me up. She has a little trouble bending over and picking me up without saying "OUCH!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7bJXYY2SQpdbNWw-LJ_njrnOFgYlzBgQx03aypGFIK4MhtkNrxA0pow65GdzShtgZ17sgVirWiR_EbWnSHU91CeAQRzwF8Z0wMT6cFLyyY0ziDkAzi_ZtlDSNWh8qnq-3Ds_8Wr2bFM/s1600-h/walk2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329066380026460082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7bJXYY2SQpdbNWw-LJ_njrnOFgYlzBgQx03aypGFIK4MhtkNrxA0pow65GdzShtgZ17sgVirWiR_EbWnSHU91CeAQRzwF8Z0wMT6cFLyyY0ziDkAzi_ZtlDSNWh8qnq-3Ds_8Wr2bFM/s200/walk2.JPG" border="0" /></a>Phew, all that walking sure made me thirsty! ps.... today I'm walking on my own, so I guess all that nutrition gave me back some strength. AWESOME!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329066684772856034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXOSmno-IxL0WKN-Fxj17n5km836zwnphmQvTHZ9_bstCnQMFcri-oVN3-13DN9rBI8e_7ZnEaHbvCmp6z4uCG8nEY93iEeo-Bg3yqYdoX0dfrxFDBd1DmpKw2t7Ha5WU-DNrOdqXwNc/s200/drinking.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-85604011066508908992009-04-18T18:25:00.000-05:002009-04-18T18:58:14.781-05:00Dog Day Afternoon ... little bro makes good bed!Ahhh... today was a lazy day for me and my brothers and sisters....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326176788715133426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMK0NItriSnUSNMHr8FffJO2yiybF85UzPPr3iLB6ERtI6Z1Ju7QppAkHQybWAKZ2gM66B_bDrk2Wu1X6qhhxWGDZJzqcLGxkIL6qCxkf3dUEdihZX8ml4LB7kTThpPQFlfKtJtOTWHQ/s200/CH041709.jpg" border="0" /><br />How d'ya like how I "accidentally" landed on top of my bro Tucker?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWTnFU6DW9rBw-bOg7Ce6JL_n2QuRgPpyWvZE5zMYuQNfTNlVTts-zJSJR1wgSClZlesk2gs-2V0qaNxQWgLqRLe1S42sQ1mv5E4IpD0gVLKy-gZeWNxXzMZWwcQ3r7mCLIZ6FYdF2H8/s1600-h/CHTb041709.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326176792503895938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWTnFU6DW9rBw-bOg7Ce6JL_n2QuRgPpyWvZE5zMYuQNfTNlVTts-zJSJR1wgSClZlesk2gs-2V0qaNxQWgLqRLe1S42sQ1mv5E4IpD0gVLKy-gZeWNxXzMZWwcQ3r7mCLIZ6FYdF2H8/s200/CHTb041709.jpg" border="0" /></a> He didn't mind at all and sure made a nice warm comfy bed for me to sleep on! Momma says he's a cave dog, guess because fox terriers used to chase foxes into their little underground caves.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuvyo7hn-TvxvngwAIm4rLuzFMRE1bbmU3BzRp8Whyp2-vAgY8_u6_POWINKAA5fl9YEK-M8Z42whQJxxetxYbkqyaGYO4DipxgTgvpyWCiDjNbQTeRDKSgs3qPQ0pBP4tLYPkq2bdr0/s1600-h/CHT041709.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326176789129499682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuvyo7hn-TvxvngwAIm4rLuzFMRE1bbmU3BzRp8Whyp2-vAgY8_u6_POWINKAA5fl9YEK-M8Z42whQJxxetxYbkqyaGYO4DipxgTgvpyWCiDjNbQTeRDKSgs3qPQ0pBP4tLYPkq2bdr0/s200/CHT041709.jpg" border="0" /></a> Momma came alonger after taking this picture and put a nice soft blanket under my chin and we slept this way for a long, long time! A little while later after I woke up I got stuck between the couch and the tv cabinet. I swear that space looked big enough for me to get my skinny behind through!<br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-83093410610917493162009-04-17T17:29:00.000-05:002009-04-17T17:35:03.846-05:00Right Turns OnlyMy newest issue now is that in addition to not being able to back up (lost my reverse gear a long time ago), now I can only make right turns. Have ya ever tried getting to your food bowl 20 feet away by walking in circles? Talk about getting dizzy! I keep falling down, then as I've said before, I can't get back up. Great way to lose weight, but darn, I'm starving!!! Then yesterday Daddy mowed the grass and I kept falling outside and got all green. Life is getting tougher and tougher every day. Momma said she's going to make me a rear-end harness that attaches to my leash, then she can help me walk around outside to go potty. I don't know what I think about that, guess we'll see. I'll post a picture of it if she actually makes one.Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-55967552267241232722009-04-13T18:52:00.000-05:002009-04-13T18:56:22.479-05:00Ooops!Momma and Daddy left for a little while this evening and I got stuck under the dining room chair again and I really, REALLY had to pee and well, I had a little accident again! That meant when they got home I was all wet and icky and Daddy had to clean me up and Momma was saying they should put me in a crate when they're gone and Daddy was saying that would make me have a heart attack and die. So Momma told Daddy that she'd just leave my messes for him to clean up so SHE wouldn't have a heart attack and die! Oh I really don't try to make them mad at me, but I just can't help it. When I'm under the table it really looks like I should be able to get through the chair, but that never works. Maybe I'll try to stay away from the chairs tomorrow.Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-28463519932545624542009-04-12T22:00:00.001-05:002009-04-12T22:07:42.820-05:00Help me I've fallen and I can't get up!!!Some of you might remember that old phrase from a commercial in the late 80's to early 90's. Yeah, before I was born, I know, but I hear my masters repeating it from time to time when they see me stuck on the floor not able to get up. Take this afternoon, for instance, when they came home from their Easter Sunday outting. I had not only fallen in the big water jug contraption that consists of about a 5 gallon jug upside down over a bowl, got my back leg caught in it and drug it halfway across the laundry room floor, slipped and slided all over the floor, but when I ended up face-first in the laundry bathroom and not able to back out, well needless to say I was quite a site when they opened the back door to find me barking into the kitty litter box soaking wet and in a puddle of water (or at least that's what they think it was!) No, this time neither of them took a picture of it, just sort of dried me off a bit and put me outside in the really cold rain, brought me back inside for another bath and dried me again. I shivered the rest of the night even after Daddy master so lovingly placed me on my special nighttime blanket at the foot of their bed. I don't like it when they're gone all day and hope tomorrow is a better day~Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-68891833095215064902009-04-06T19:40:00.001-05:002009-04-06T19:49:02.859-05:00Stuck under the chairSo I felt like posing for more pictures today, OK??? Here I am (if you can see me through that pesky cat!) stuck under the dining room chair. Now I've watched those soldiers on tv sliding on their bellies like snakes under those obstacles, so why can't I do it too?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBobOyy7bJ9TDqaGxMVBJZiMNP9VU9gNp09FSf0WF07P9_RhSgdmLgccL6P6IeiMv1tlaoDavGxsPENBcnPw0mxcn7n_PIERQLvekxvMpbx5WNqpsfPeXt_m6dCNFP9gZXIX5g4ae890Q/s1600-h/CH040609r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321743917928297074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBobOyy7bJ9TDqaGxMVBJZiMNP9VU9gNp09FSf0WF07P9_RhSgdmLgccL6P6IeiMv1tlaoDavGxsPENBcnPw0mxcn7n_PIERQLvekxvMpbx5WNqpsfPeXt_m6dCNFP9gZXIX5g4ae890Q/s200/CH040609r.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMlLbD67egYVaZ-JK5abAM1D-7BMFGdiFMPxlFModBtYCddIOlWHvkpnvAp87estwqpH9SoriZcNAnGrczKjIBeng6j-ObOy1j9gVOY9VmtIFmyrMlnn_L-9hZtfJExU6jaEKcqVR8LU/s1600-h/CH040609n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321743763516072882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMlLbD67egYVaZ-JK5abAM1D-7BMFGdiFMPxlFModBtYCddIOlWHvkpnvAp87estwqpH9SoriZcNAnGrczKjIBeng6j-ObOy1j9gVOY9VmtIFmyrMlnn_L-9hZtfJExU6jaEKcqVR8LU/s200/CH040609n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDqDS6V2o0kl7MR2FQyaws28VZDHVKDP41MgPdrcfNET-pjP8Ipi52Ck98u4SazfIsBuloXO5ZuZ4HAxY_CdnkdTUc19OhqAmDd3RKE6vFVY574U8MANJ5RA9OWpvJcXjdhbKlawqa6E/s1600-h/CH040609o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321743757160276898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDqDS6V2o0kl7MR2FQyaws28VZDHVKDP41MgPdrcfNET-pjP8Ipi52Ck98u4SazfIsBuloXO5ZuZ4HAxY_CdnkdTUc19OhqAmDd3RKE6vFVY574U8MANJ5RA9OWpvJcXjdhbKlawqa6E/s200/CH040609o.jpg" border="0" /></a> How about that dirty look? I was getting a little fed up with Momma master taking all those pictures.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNv6lxSGArR5qUyzl_ZSRmnWZyfGm-jg0728mPnRWvaUfHr34dz3D62Ifq02M8ksFlo8TaEs7wURiidZJ_64E4N1qqhoTSyhq30Oxeb1VlczgU76KHRfv0l0ge_TzvDkHIR0aEnTQJlWw/s1600-h/CH040609p.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321743758444833842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNv6lxSGArR5qUyzl_ZSRmnWZyfGm-jg0728mPnRWvaUfHr34dz3D62Ifq02M8ksFlo8TaEs7wURiidZJ_64E4N1qqhoTSyhq30Oxeb1VlczgU76KHRfv0l0ge_TzvDkHIR0aEnTQJlWw/s200/CH040609p.jpg" border="0" /></a> That's my little sis Katie's foot. She gets so worried about me sometimes!<br /><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzcjghm64jCVxS6Pf61AVnAhnt9BbvxdPY7EKURz4-_U_2WB0rRIftZpm1sO9Bdjo_ni2pxBxLMc7XLp5ftQEyoQMmtqx8gGvvWbdvXq6_x2YwkCZ1O6sOKoQ8a9n5Agzr9Om4uGJ7Fk/s1600-h/CH040609q.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321743751476059730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzcjghm64jCVxS6Pf61AVnAhnt9BbvxdPY7EKURz4-_U_2WB0rRIftZpm1sO9Bdjo_ni2pxBxLMc7XLp5ftQEyoQMmtqx8gGvvWbdvXq6_x2YwkCZ1O6sOKoQ8a9n5Agzr9Om4uGJ7Fk/s200/CH040609q.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-32337449387394831762009-04-06T18:59:00.000-05:002009-04-06T19:28:01.159-05:00Stuck again with no reverse gear!Who took away my reverse gear???? I swear that just last year I could fit behind the couch. Hey maybe my masters moved it... that's it! Nothing wrong with ME... it's all THEIR fault!!! Anyway, here's what Momma master saw when she came looking for me after hearing a bunch of banging around. Actually she only saw the couch cover moving and this is what she saw after pulling it off the arm of the couch.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvdLdWzerXKUwXZTBW43oOL0Usg6E7aNz9kjuY6OwTX8XN7sTptnpyB-kXP8Mb3Oft-fdnORm-o9sEGos7kRN_CGi85sGp9jAjgirI3haE95ej2ZvQ4plz_m5Jw9cZ1CdCci5w3XUTVI/s1600-h/CH040609a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321735112891047730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvdLdWzerXKUwXZTBW43oOL0Usg6E7aNz9kjuY6OwTX8XN7sTptnpyB-kXP8Mb3Oft-fdnORm-o9sEGos7kRN_CGi85sGp9jAjgirI3haE95ej2ZvQ4plz_m5Jw9cZ1CdCci5w3XUTVI/s200/CH040609a.jpg" border="0" /></a> ... and this is a closeup of me wedged between the couch and the plant stand<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJNHeR-fUP4tJJUMC8f7sr4C256diKcgbL9YW-WylACs590meVghmjmsgXJH7AVzc8FGg5WUojSBY8Oe0TD0LA7oQdpU0syPKTsC_0qk5lJ0QtpdK3e4hQtzhlH_J3t6_Gw12UEnONNU/s1600-h/CH040609b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321735108750873138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJNHeR-fUP4tJJUMC8f7sr4C256diKcgbL9YW-WylACs590meVghmjmsgXJH7AVzc8FGg5WUojSBY8Oe0TD0LA7oQdpU0syPKTsC_0qk5lJ0QtpdK3e4hQtzhlH_J3t6_Gw12UEnONNU/s200/CH040609b.jpg" border="0" /></a> There! If I can stand up, then maybe, just <em>maybe</em> I can get behind the couch...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GsFOYt4mBDi89RkmohbaaETSN-B4BQRKpmku1EtpsW2bqPdJXHdbGXy3A6TLiMJB1OtXe8Suxs3guSXX7pKt60JEPK6scWuu9eiYa3aS6E8UWkMuGxaUdy8AWhd5X1Covu3r7oJmUOs/s1600-h/CH040609c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321735102690163010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GsFOYt4mBDi89RkmohbaaETSN-B4BQRKpmku1EtpsW2bqPdJXHdbGXy3A6TLiMJB1OtXe8Suxs3guSXX7pKt60JEPK6scWuu9eiYa3aS6E8UWkMuGxaUdy8AWhd5X1Covu3r7oJmUOs/s200/CH040609c.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well who knocked my back legs out from under me? Now I'm all tangled up in the legs of the plant stand! Heeeeelllllllpppppp me!!! Momma is pretty much just kinda chuckling right now talking to my big sis on the phone about how funny I look...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumh_8ebHsH1I-JUaySQtucm2_iaOnON1cIKPDcbasT7HMTzMcs0THFUkBNrNrpRwLAztaEqXzqqcVy7_1Rz960g2DY29ZRFtZZxN5kV8ac75PCtYDQspdDhPsgVGOWi-6XTnF85cBsW0/s1600-h/CH040609d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734321466319378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumh_8ebHsH1I-JUaySQtucm2_iaOnON1cIKPDcbasT7HMTzMcs0THFUkBNrNrpRwLAztaEqXzqqcVy7_1Rz960g2DY29ZRFtZZxN5kV8ac75PCtYDQspdDhPsgVGOWi-6XTnF85cBsW0/s200/CH040609d.jpg" border="0" /></a> There! She finally got off the phone and quit taking pictures, then moved the couch forward so I could escape behind it and out the other side! The next series of pics shows me happily trapsing around the house, taking my victory laps!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71ZSRB60oWVcm-jCU8os62mYpQDWPzEXoXwfeOu4fB3j6PuFM9YLZeJVv8IASePHNPv_PnUV06rzajuz4pAqd9SAcwstWz7W0bOt12_95At6VrM537KbDmW01A4MVgtjU_jgu6JG-yAw/s1600-h/CH040609e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734322359929170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71ZSRB60oWVcm-jCU8os62mYpQDWPzEXoXwfeOu4fB3j6PuFM9YLZeJVv8IASePHNPv_PnUV06rzajuz4pAqd9SAcwstWz7W0bOt12_95At6VrM537KbDmW01A4MVgtjU_jgu6JG-yAw/s200/CH040609e.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dqZ9hnHylPCCB8x0a0AddJ0Ey6v4Nv3Ro5u6ttT0aocZ7V6wNR9BEhYx3UVmO8bx7-tQaXzpo_Iez5xaNHYDh5XgR-YKHp2gs3yvg3_wWFgnSed6ooyLUrpQ_uGn91qzBBn-lD-rXZY/s1600-h/CH040609f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734314529556706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dqZ9hnHylPCCB8x0a0AddJ0Ey6v4Nv3Ro5u6ttT0aocZ7V6wNR9BEhYx3UVmO8bx7-tQaXzpo_Iez5xaNHYDh5XgR-YKHp2gs3yvg3_wWFgnSed6ooyLUrpQ_uGn91qzBBn-lD-rXZY/s200/CH040609f.jpg" border="0" /></a> That dark blob in front of me in the above picture is Echo, the cat with the annoying meow. If you look closely at the door on the right (my left) you'll see the cardboard repair job Daddy master did after my little sis Katie the Border Collie got stuck downstairs all day and made a valliant attempt to eat her way through the door. Just another 30 minutes or so and she would've made it all the way through. Ah, below you see me triumphantly nearing the water bowl. You know all these laps make me very thirsty!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchw7-ffZfuvC79EF6L2G1-mXiJNwVeTe9R0EzTOG0pj3ZAhEOyVx1MQmZ5sHz_DcpwrMJvlxgmKsQix2c9LgWPRv1T2QdiNWk8-tEBUhvnQgvZ-p7gZEf9ZFvYqDBuuP8TXcJac0szNA/s1600-h/CH040609g.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734309988851442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchw7-ffZfuvC79EF6L2G1-mXiJNwVeTe9R0EzTOG0pj3ZAhEOyVx1MQmZ5sHz_DcpwrMJvlxgmKsQix2c9LgWPRv1T2QdiNWk8-tEBUhvnQgvZ-p7gZEf9ZFvYqDBuuP8TXcJac0szNA/s200/CH040609g.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ah, maybe a couple more laps just to make sure everything's where it should be...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXJ-h0ZXQjsTehZZEU2iAWGigKAyWoXEhuopjORAvbZ5WTgsAeJsgX8oHeF4NF9zkhyk9udPWs-AiFLP2tj0LX-oLMk-Alki4YySDWM1nqnutnBPmbRCqXb9T_1dnZYZyHeZ6laHrCxU/s1600-h/CH040609h.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734305905396818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXJ-h0ZXQjsTehZZEU2iAWGigKAyWoXEhuopjORAvbZ5WTgsAeJsgX8oHeF4NF9zkhyk9udPWs-AiFLP2tj0LX-oLMk-Alki4YySDWM1nqnutnBPmbRCqXb9T_1dnZYZyHeZ6laHrCxU/s200/CH040609h.jpg" border="0" /></a> Through the bedroom, then the bathroom...</div><div>Then the dining room again...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkjSw6ScFjctFdNZINzf0R9DI4VV2xc13In5EGEFPFkWc4GT_6iGh_qerRsayajEso23rnAcUSANElqjzMx6-Ze0yu0rtzuLMjhnF0AKXRblRU8ed5sSp3JJVdkdyuizcy0PzOyT41XU/s1600-h/CH040609i.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321732882754136226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkjSw6ScFjctFdNZINzf0R9DI4VV2xc13In5EGEFPFkWc4GT_6iGh_qerRsayajEso23rnAcUSANElqjzMx6-Ze0yu0rtzuLMjhnF0AKXRblRU8ed5sSp3JJVdkdyuizcy0PzOyT41XU/s200/CH040609i.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ah, <strong><em>finally</em></strong> get back to the water.... HEY <strong><em>where's the water???? It's dry as a bone!!!!</em></strong> Oh wait, that's right, I fell in it today while masters were gone to work and well, kinda made a mess on the floor..... Oh WELL!<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN6X63CKdMm73tkLKV-VxelcQTuOSO_EMivFAoZyFBWW4DmU2tIQdYvpJ6kb7j5THTZ8koN4KYyI7JL45PDdkfJM1fQgd2sAgQSI7qP1WALD2hOwzQdY7jVhgolrVolgqDSmGC0Lr7_E/s1600-h/CH040609j.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321732875516537954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN6X63CKdMm73tkLKV-VxelcQTuOSO_EMivFAoZyFBWW4DmU2tIQdYvpJ6kb7j5THTZ8koN4KYyI7JL45PDdkfJM1fQgd2sAgQSI7qP1WALD2hOwzQdY7jVhgolrVolgqDSmGC0Lr7_E/s200/CH040609j.jpg" border="0" /></a> So I'll go outside... gotta get rid of some of that water I drank before spilling it. Oh yeah, we have other water too, I just really like it out of my red bowl!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiok7WSeyaC9QH3qxxIox6O2Oyydwhru-rVlbZabXk6ZXGe15f2Or-MihlVnWZyUxnWGu6lqV-usYDiLiLJgPRtJHo2m8SDn3MPXYL8HkGDlBUb_8f6eOqgah9n02cu4eraSKDIeEZxrrY/s1600-h/CH040609k.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321732870938156210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiok7WSeyaC9QH3qxxIox6O2Oyydwhru-rVlbZabXk6ZXGe15f2Or-MihlVnWZyUxnWGu6lqV-usYDiLiLJgPRtJHo2m8SDn3MPXYL8HkGDlBUb_8f6eOqgah9n02cu4eraSKDIeEZxrrY/s200/CH040609k.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh boy! Here comes the neighbor dog Raven. You can barely make her out behind the fence because she's silver, you know, one of those um... Schnauser's. She likes to run along the fence with us and as you can see, that black blur of Katie shows how fast she was running. Guess she was protecting me! I love my Katie!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndFjjmehY8kMjaXqmEjWVr2IjahYKVFtH7OOV4TkCw9Z-qZXjwXANiaLsGwOoSo6P17CG-cWCi8PhAKC-WwCGZiVsben1b9ev_CALjzdByFs46D7psqYLQQUy_n00abjPnbFNKajNjCE/s1600-h/CH040609l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321732867768698130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndFjjmehY8kMjaXqmEjWVr2IjahYKVFtH7OOV4TkCw9Z-qZXjwXANiaLsGwOoSo6P17CG-cWCi8PhAKC-WwCGZiVsben1b9ev_CALjzdByFs46D7psqYLQQUy_n00abjPnbFNKajNjCE/s200/CH040609l.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well after posting these pics Momma master has some more to show you. I was in a posing mood today!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-62333809157896015222009-04-05T13:00:00.000-05:002009-04-05T13:04:39.814-05:00Lazy Daisy Sunday AfternoonI love Sundays because around here it's usually a day to rest. Not that I don't rest every other day of the week, but on Sundays my masters are usually both at home. That means they're at my beck and call for whatever I might need, like going outside or drying my feet when they accidentally get in the water bowl, or helping me get up when my back legs can't get a grip on that slippery floor. Right now all my sibs are sleeping, so I guess they like lazy Sundays too! It's too cold and wet outside to play, so I think I'll just go back to sleep. Hope your weekend was grand and that you took time to rest too!Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-76225972512377416342009-04-03T18:47:00.001-05:002009-04-03T18:52:44.992-05:00Warm weather - Yippee!!!Oh I love it when the sun comes out and I can dance around outside on the green grass! Today after Momma master came home I ran outside and made my way all the way around the yard. It was nice to not get me feet all cold and wet. Yucky! Then I ran in to a little problem when I came back on the deck to wait by the back door. Seems as though I took a wrong turn or something and ended up wedged in amongst a bunch of big clay pots. Well they do have plants in them, so I thought I was still out in the yard. Since my reverse gear doesn't work anymore I just stood there waiting, and waiting and waiting. Momma finally opened the door, oh boy! She'll rescue me...no wait... she let the other dogs in and called my name, but then she shut the door. Oh no.... what am I going to do now? Phew! She opened the door again, called my name a few times, then looked to her right and saw me. She laughed a little, then gently scooped me up and carried me in the house. I'm so glad that she doesn't yell at me or tease me for getting stuck AGAIN! Now I'm just walking around and around and around waiting for my Daddy master to get home from work. He always seems so happy to see me!Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-60572126704293358062009-03-30T19:40:00.000-05:002009-03-30T19:43:14.230-05:00Slow dayToday was rather slow and uneventful, no pictures to share. The snow melted and the ground was a bit muddy, then the wind kept knocking me over. My momma master says I walk like a drunken sailor, whatever that means! While she was at the kitchen sink tonight I fell in my food bowl again, just thankful that it was the water bowl because that makes me all wet. At least with daddy master home the last few days I haven't had any indoor accidents, we'll see how tomorrow goes. Until then... adios amigos!Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-66447102962606273902009-03-29T09:11:00.000-05:002009-03-29T09:43:07.813-05:00Sibs to the rescue... NOT!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBceze175u7oaYnusQQgUfnW1RG8kR9i91H8vZvZa4vldSa-RtiNuP-1HKaZB7eGQ2tDyiE49f7IXzKjgNyO0mVQQ-EupqD-FHdj6CSW9mCx-rSkCWetBfdIEDP-L03Xi03I-4MGR_P6I/s1600-h/alldogs032809.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615547524422898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBceze175u7oaYnusQQgUfnW1RG8kR9i91H8vZvZa4vldSa-RtiNuP-1HKaZB7eGQ2tDyiE49f7IXzKjgNyO0mVQQ-EupqD-FHdj6CSW9mCx-rSkCWetBfdIEDP-L03Xi03I-4MGR_P6I/s320/alldogs032809.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here I am in one of my common predicaments. Every once in awhile I get a little confused and end up between that door and the wall. My mind knows that where there's a door there's an exit and since I feel much steadier when I'm leaning up next to the wall I get stuck. Yesterday this is what the scene looked like when my Momma master saw me stuck and grabbed the camera to capture a shot. Well, she also hollered at Daddy master to come see me and all my sibs came running to the rescue. As you can see, they weren't much help, Charlie was much more interested in the camera than helping me; Tucker just stood there licking the air; and Katie stood guard outside the door! Hrummpf!!! Below is a series of pics showing my efforts to stand up on that slippery wooden floor...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdJNAiRhWeoX-HpWLuZCsGI5buwtY4tibFTORun4pzh26-G3r9ic6sL_qMAS3s4zi2dXFMDu7KmIYqn5GowOr85qNoX4bFwtT4DsgqkuBPwve2OkOzgVlxNGhjVQRStr-a7Dw-QNHmMA/s1600-h/Charmin032809a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615551241438210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdJNAiRhWeoX-HpWLuZCsGI5buwtY4tibFTORun4pzh26-G3r9ic6sL_qMAS3s4zi2dXFMDu7KmIYqn5GowOr85qNoX4bFwtT4DsgqkuBPwve2OkOzgVlxNGhjVQRStr-a7Dw-QNHmMA/s320/Charmin032809a.jpg" border="0" /></a> If I can just get a grip...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkU_8hjmbMwvneJY9s7dPEAwt8_xysQqqRfJZYQh1KW_MPU8Jjo04yAm_hxY6iO7C-lEEGKmWMJcdExc5tYm-a_3BEsrhMKzX4hRYhs64I7FjNviRBDIWwo5x5DSBqigiM6fdkgHVdC0/s1600-h/Charmin032809b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615558676980210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkU_8hjmbMwvneJY9s7dPEAwt8_xysQqqRfJZYQh1KW_MPU8Jjo04yAm_hxY6iO7C-lEEGKmWMJcdExc5tYm-a_3BEsrhMKzX4hRYhs64I7FjNviRBDIWwo5x5DSBqigiM6fdkgHVdC0/s320/Charmin032809b.jpg" border="0" /></a>here, let me slide around just a little further...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QKV6aAm1qSW0XLXvzWVrq12yK01B5A2ugQdJPOlk4c8d3zwSFttkqbNKqa0ULjWLHDum7R3lW1RMlLPsdH4MylySohkfV38VutTI5k3-jLNjk90xXv3a1YUXnGA_WivKNWQWs7iUeQc/s1600-h/Charmin032809c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615560027745602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QKV6aAm1qSW0XLXvzWVrq12yK01B5A2ugQdJPOlk4c8d3zwSFttkqbNKqa0ULjWLHDum7R3lW1RMlLPsdH4MylySohkfV38VutTI5k3-jLNjk90xXv3a1YUXnGA_WivKNWQWs7iUeQc/s320/Charmin032809c.jpg" border="0" /></a>... further ....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZ8yCvAVXabO2wNm3bMG6rf2bIIW_HxTWx0AHdelTtQKqF5o5YAfMQvCS6HL_yIOs4AAmNDOg3spWuQgp6Ey3UtN_nNFDRFDiTaMqJsoulFVfOUOR92V7kO9gGpDD3zIxkFl8D8CoIog/s1600-h/Charmin032809d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615565082577794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZ8yCvAVXabO2wNm3bMG6rf2bIIW_HxTWx0AHdelTtQKqF5o5YAfMQvCS6HL_yIOs4AAmNDOg3spWuQgp6Ey3UtN_nNFDRFDiTaMqJsoulFVfOUOR92V7kO9gGpDD3zIxkFl8D8CoIog/s320/Charmin032809d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>Finally!!!</em> Now I can get on my way!<br /><div></div></div></div></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-15325167916971910932009-03-25T17:01:00.000-05:002009-03-25T17:30:49.487-05:00Medicine and Green Feet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL5bZv8BmjhBF_wwlzDYvx9oR48JMIFdawPKaLnLY8_o1y9_ZTGcARuwIFmfAWhqWZ6hfg8EOdZDKTBo3KhL2PB4UwyH0o2VzTGQ4KyuG5pO65ExF807NQskfXSryCWthOvvOPZHrZ1J8/s1600-h/0325meds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317249041391836610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL5bZv8BmjhBF_wwlzDYvx9oR48JMIFdawPKaLnLY8_o1y9_ZTGcARuwIFmfAWhqWZ6hfg8EOdZDKTBo3KhL2PB4UwyH0o2VzTGQ4KyuG5pO65ExF807NQskfXSryCWthOvvOPZHrZ1J8/s200/0325meds.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Here's a pic of the most dreaded part of my day.... meds!!! See that huge long plastic plunger??? Well that's what my master forces down my throat every morning and night. Both of the long capsules are some kind of vitamin or herb that I have to take due to the damage to my liver caused by phenobarb that I took for years to control my seizures. My awesome vet suggested that Milk Thistle might help and sure enough, it brought me back from the brink of death. My owners thought a super antioxidant might help keep my body full of energy, so I get to take that too. Well, not too long ago my doc discovered a heart problem, so they added another pill to my daily routine that also includes pepsid to keep my food and water down and an antiobiotic to help fight the gum disease. Oh I'm a real mess and didn't mean to burden you with my troubles, but hey, that's my life! My daddy master said our house is like a nursing home for dogs and cats! Oh, speaking of other dogs, here's a pic of my two brothers and one sister:</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPc97HphyCFA_8MTVDD8qynbEYdz1yubeOEcj6I1dbukSX-bW4_NZNUxZq15JWIHxDstCh2NM3U31rwayQD1bYGpxviQFELJdRHHosBT0kscBJeLAg4KG3AWzin9VGo2x93P3fex7WG0k/s1600-h/0325sibs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317251779693818146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPc97HphyCFA_8MTVDD8qynbEYdz1yubeOEcj6I1dbukSX-bW4_NZNUxZq15JWIHxDstCh2NM3U31rwayQD1bYGpxviQFELJdRHHosBT0kscBJeLAg4KG3AWzin9VGo2x93P3fex7WG0k/s320/0325sibs.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>The black Border Collie is my little sis, Katie. She is very intense and won't let any of us fight. Of course if she's chasing a tennis ball I can get away with anything and she doesn't notice! The fluffy one with his back to us is the Wire Fox Terrier, Tucker (or Mr. Tucker as my Daddy calls him). He lives in his own space cadet sort of world, just pretty much stands there licking the air most of the time. I'm not sure what that's all about, but he seems happy. The big guy under the table is Charlie and he's just a big ole compassionate friend. He lost one of his front canines during a head-on collision with Katie before my Mamma master figured out she shouldn't play ball with both of them at the same time. Now he just gets to lay outside and chew an old tennis ball while Katie chases a good one.<br /><br />Speaking of being outdoors, here's what I got to do today, or at least how I looked after my Daddy finished mowing the grass:<br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHSCiW3oJc4Z5JIAhC0Fnob6VT2mb1GB1EwKtg8Uzzu1VvPnYQAJlijXFxohfIvXNuHl4LBbsBKUQLt3H82O9rtYVkTrJZOGLQSodCAi4Upp4dG-HluCY8PLJNcBs-B6EnkjgfgWNaJs/s1600-h/0325feetclose.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317254059562387698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHSCiW3oJc4Z5JIAhC0Fnob6VT2mb1GB1EwKtg8Uzzu1VvPnYQAJlijXFxohfIvXNuHl4LBbsBKUQLt3H82O9rtYVkTrJZOGLQSodCAi4Upp4dG-HluCY8PLJNcBs-B6EnkjgfgWNaJs/s320/0325feetclose.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ef3R_PaMq7gq8uqbH7vG1wXy87YZkD0IEH_PCFdb4NVLOzlEXn5RbJPWFGiCORI1kQ78QUMz3bklleNZguuWtRII7yjjtCYfKCGlXSPTbEbUaYMONsIuDhhh94XMdeNldiPlnAYch3w/s1600-h/0325feet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317254056474251618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ef3R_PaMq7gq8uqbH7vG1wXy87YZkD0IEH_PCFdb4NVLOzlEXn5RbJPWFGiCORI1kQ78QUMz3bklleNZguuWtRII7yjjtCYfKCGlXSPTbEbUaYMONsIuDhhh94XMdeNldiPlnAYch3w/s320/0325feet.jpg" border="0" /></a> At least Daddy didn't make me take another bath, he just washed my feet. Right now as Momma is typing this I'm getting my exercise by walking around and around and around. It's so nice that this house is arranged in a way that allows me to make a complete circle from dining room to living room and back around and around. They can't figure out why I just keep walking, but what they don't understand is that it keeps me healthy. Until next time.... keep your tongue in your mouth, or at least don't drool too much! </div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761497890418666270.post-31930571851804429882009-03-24T19:42:00.000-05:002009-03-24T20:37:29.784-05:00What makes me a wonder dog?Greetings fellow bloggers and followers of us that blog! (so they didn't allow me to go to school, excuuuuse my grammar!) My name is Charmin and I'm a wonder dog (thus the name of this blog in case you haven't noticed) and by the way, that's the name my vet gave me after I survived a near-death experience, but more about that later. Since my master seems obsessed with taking pictures of me today I suggested that she document my life online for all my friends to see. As she is typing this I am currently wedged under her chair, rather oblivious to the fact that I am within a fraction of an inch of getting horribly smooshed if she were to roll sideways, unaware of my presence. Anyways let's get on with the shew (said with a Lawrence Welk accent of course!)<br /><br />Let me share how my day went today:<br /><br />After being rudely awakened after a long and stormy night (hey that sounds like one of those scary movies, doesn't it?), being forced outside in the cold, wet air, then force-fed those nasty tasting vitamins and pills that my owners tell me keep me alive, but what do THEY know anyway??? I was finally able to perform my favorite pastime... keeping the blanket warm on the floor, otherwise known as SLEEPING!<br /><br />At some point I got up, stumbled into the laundry room to eat and drink and drink and drink (they think I might be diabetic, but it's probaby from that heart medicine they force me to eat)... well the drinking made me have to pee really, REALLY bad, but since my back legs don't work so well anymore I ended up in a puddle on the kitchen floor, flayling my legs like a beached whale (yeah, like YOU'VE ever seen one either?) and covered in my own yellow liquid (trying to keep this G-rated). I did finally make it out of the kitchen and back to my blanket where I remained for the rest of the afternoon until, what's that I hear? a garage door opening up???? all three of my fellow canine housemates are barking and running to the back door, but darn it, my back legs just won't work! This is so frustrating and rather embarassing since I'm the matriarch of this family after all. Well at least I still have my voice, so "arf, arf, aaaarrrrrrf!" Oh boy, here she comes! YIPPEE... oh wait, why isn't she coming in here first? Why does she let all of THEM go outside FIRST??? Doesn't she know that I have been protecting this house ALL day? Here she comes to scoop me up and help me get outside. FINALLY, freedom!!! Why does she seem so angry? Ohhhhh, she's throwing paper towels on the floor and scruntching up her nose. Now she's getting out the swiffer and mopping the floor. Oh well, that's what they get for leaving me inside all day!<br /><br />After coming back in the house, eating and drinking a bit more I have to go back outside. Now is when the real adventure begins! Tee hee hee, little does she know what I'm up to! As I make my way around the perimeter of our very large back yard to make sure everything's where it should be, I discover that <em>someone</em> has moved the big plastic thing they say is for a pond and they've wedged it up against the fence with some old tires. Hey, that wasn't there yesterday, but trust me, I can get through <strong><em>anything</em></strong>! Well guess what folks??? I'm not as skinny as I thought and, well, you guessed it, I got stuck. Problem was it was muddy and I couldn't get a grip and I tried and tried and my legs just weren't working! What a predicament I'm in with no way out... <strong><em>HELP ME I've fallen and I can't get up!!!</em></strong><br /><br />Phase two: Master looks out the back door and sees me and <strong>rescues me!!!</strong> She moved the tires and plastic thingy and helped me get up, all the while uttering something about how silly I looked and how covered in mud I was. What does she expect, I'm a DOG!!! So I make my way around the other side of the yard and up to the deck only to be greeted with my master holding a blanket ready to scoop me up and take me inside to the....... <strong><em>shower!!!!!</em></strong> Eeegads! <strong>Not </strong>my favorite thing to do, but here's a picture of what I looked like:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G4L9-e10zZABiCHTAWjM-E-piikCE_4S6rNXAKIX6YRdFs28vjlGi53ICN5RjgVKMjLqoCuokByFombhyF52yXG6OxjLGtUyBpyxqpfNTdYltluWMaGO8asmaCl8Ihmy6zDGqjM9g7A/s1600-h/Charmin+dirty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316929874727564546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8G4L9-e10zZABiCHTAWjM-E-piikCE_4S6rNXAKIX6YRdFs28vjlGi53ICN5RjgVKMjLqoCuokByFombhyF52yXG6OxjLGtUyBpyxqpfNTdYltluWMaGO8asmaCl8Ihmy6zDGqjM9g7A/s320/Charmin+dirty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now don't I play helpless companion very well? Yeah, I just layed there for 30 minutes or so while she sprayed and sprayed, kept unclogging the drain, sprayed some more sudsy stuff that made my eyes burns, rinsed, then covered me with a towel and finally got me out of that porcelain torture chamber. Well I'll show her, I thought.... I'll go hide behind the washing machine... oh shoot, once again I'm not skinny enough to get through and can't back up, soooooo:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_fB1TI4dXJVLx4w0-4N0vcZBkWrDiFcj9XrN_v8Xj3eKDTdAfUOVbnNWL9MmpiIn0xEN5xU8tpiRfdiY673hTYMzWRKTmCcgmlfsJo4zmU1aS1N0wXnScXQYOvujWp8uHbq3yHCA9-I/s1600-h/Charmin+stuck.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316931651664217218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_fB1TI4dXJVLx4w0-4N0vcZBkWrDiFcj9XrN_v8Xj3eKDTdAfUOVbnNWL9MmpiIn0xEN5xU8tpiRfdiY673hTYMzWRKTmCcgmlfsJo4zmU1aS1N0wXnScXQYOvujWp8uHbq3yHCA9-I/s320/Charmin+stuck.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76YWJPeWZGgcznPiMuh-DinxdbmSywl-K1emtctN9RdwnrntvzsZ0OLeSm-gsLnaAYJFmuyafhCBtT0Tn4171SPpEhhqekBThhW60rIpMuE__zIWeWJ14QRolg8AOMduujewGtdOvnt8/s1600-h/Charmin+stuck1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316931431553530802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76YWJPeWZGgcznPiMuh-DinxdbmSywl-K1emtctN9RdwnrntvzsZ0OLeSm-gsLnaAYJFmuyafhCBtT0Tn4171SPpEhhqekBThhW60rIpMuE__zIWeWJ14QRolg8AOMduujewGtdOvnt8/s320/Charmin+stuck1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />With that I'll stop so my master can do some design work to make this blog dog-worthy. More later gator!<br /><div></div>Sharon Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02215538624799476323noreply@blogger.com2