tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715006062316296402024-03-05T08:06:15.589-05:00The Life and Times of Zoe...musings and rants from a little dog.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-13468829156796068402009-07-03T09:15:00.007-04:002009-07-03T09:42:38.999-04:00Happy Birthday, Tim!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRESZixBLgancY9nbTGzHf5k1jqizYq5fwHz97RInE38CrULa_1Iz0zhJhSfXGoFEa5X2befPu5Xc301aYOHo2cSEqHbZ_vm5QabMyNbIKBSrPeifY0GIkFfhBJLJcL0bxhU8SIluX41z/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 95px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRESZixBLgancY9nbTGzHf5k1jqizYq5fwHz97RInE38CrULa_1Iz0zhJhSfXGoFEa5X2befPu5Xc301aYOHo2cSEqHbZ_vm5QabMyNbIKBSrPeifY0GIkFfhBJLJcL0bxhU8SIluX41z/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227818458751250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We may not get a lot of blogging done around here with all the other things going on...ie: like the Tim and my Mistress leaving most every day for that place called work, or them tearing up the house and changing things like floors and walls and stuff (I don't like change!), but we still recognize birthdays! So, with that said,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIM!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">I think I'll have a treat in your honor!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0AFRhO2yDMg-1vExoKP-Hcff4OqgjOxxlKDIVextgCo0LE5Qj2JFA2-w5bcGc7gU1ogGgKzDz5YBnZ1DfHCmAKCzptvE_nZkxLn9oXCjES0c657fQbUWXe8IO5QDxcqVtLAa1bNjEiuQ-/s1600-h/db.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0AFRhO2yDMg-1vExoKP-Hcff4OqgjOxxlKDIVextgCo0LE5Qj2JFA2-w5bcGc7gU1ogGgKzDz5YBnZ1DfHCmAKCzptvE_nZkxLn9oXCjES0c657fQbUWXe8IO5QDxcqVtLAa1bNjEiuQ-/s320/db.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354226025948481314" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love, Zoe</div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-68332489822556340382009-04-15T12:21:00.004-04:002009-04-15T12:35:30.416-04:00April 15th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OsYXSgGOUnrytAovrIVssthjBUYfGBTAx_wNdMFLcnnCegs9yJyTCNIG2YvLnGwQV2CnvrwvQXfDXdYezR-G1aAxndhm3Gsa0D-EuFCAYwDwKg-8obTrU1bAbXZ3sx8cScy7hhp06y3J/s1600-h/IRS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OsYXSgGOUnrytAovrIVssthjBUYfGBTAx_wNdMFLcnnCegs9yJyTCNIG2YvLnGwQV2CnvrwvQXfDXdYezR-G1aAxndhm3Gsa0D-EuFCAYwDwKg-8obTrU1bAbXZ3sx8cScy7hhp06y3J/s320/IRS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324957526485905650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The Mistress is in a huff because it's tax day. As usual she is scrambling to file....if not their taxes, then at least an extention.<br /><br />I'm not sure what either of those things are, but from the mood around here I think I'd rather be at camp!<br /></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-74473746567094643882009-04-12T12:25:00.002-04:002009-04-15T12:32:11.161-04:00What's Up Doc?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgZVZQgStM3uzDkG-vTg5VbhwUDTBWHb6Qiufo9394lY5H2pIKjYCDW4pHZwnK7h3AUaKkspH9SxHIs8FhnoIBC9lDfyV-rrDs3b_Iyi2HSFguS11M4ASfuL3TgKIxUFhjuIRyj-DdJhG/s1600-h/EasterBunnies.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgZVZQgStM3uzDkG-vTg5VbhwUDTBWHb6Qiufo9394lY5H2pIKjYCDW4pHZwnK7h3AUaKkspH9SxHIs8FhnoIBC9lDfyV-rrDs3b_Iyi2HSFguS11M4ASfuL3TgKIxUFhjuIRyj-DdJhG/s320/EasterBunnies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324956065810919330" border="0" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-64305895166383423272009-04-01T09:53:00.004-04:002009-04-15T12:27:20.782-04:00Speed Demon<div align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWKaZVnEGrqZ39Y34V-juY4z1vVOfxGmRAFGxlm2e90IQL4Icp8hdEVeqg65HiF-bgj6iO7B4i8e9Dol6QW_91Hqi9fDXcwVUoIlQ8p_4VhAkrYufScyq584ctrwKKUJxRCSdl0LDqEtd/s1600-h/ga10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324916733574304418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWKaZVnEGrqZ39Y34V-juY4z1vVOfxGmRAFGxlm2e90IQL4Icp8hdEVeqg65HiF-bgj6iO7B4i8e9Dol6QW_91Hqi9fDXcwVUoIlQ8p_4VhAkrYufScyq584ctrwKKUJxRCSdl0LDqEtd/s320/ga10.jpg" border="0" /></a>The Mistress dumped me off at camp and drove to GA the last weekend in March. She and Beth Anne went to Atlanta for the ING Georgia Marathon and Half Marathon, which was to be Beth Anne's first participation in a half marathon. And run she did! She finished in 1:41:34! 7:44 minutes per mile!<br /><br /></div><div align="justify">Overall place: 528/9712 Gender place: 102/5504 Div. place: 41/1712<br /><br />She still doesn't run as fast as me! Speaking of which, Reilly and I decided to tool around the neighborhood a bit one afternoon while the Mistress was out attending to errands. It was one of the first warm sunny afternoon, so she left us in the yard. As luck would have it, the back gate was not latched properly and we took the opportunity to check out the creek which led us through numerous back yards.<br /><br />We finally ended up on a very busy road with a lot of cars. It was farther away from home than we had ever been before without our Mistress! Reilly is not too bright and one of the cars barely missed him! A lady stopped the car and got out in order to <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">retrieve</span> that dumb retriever from the middle of the road and another lady who lived nearby took him and put him in her fenced yard until she could find the Mistress.<br /><br />The two ladies tried to catch me but, I don't like humans (except the ones I live with) and I ran too fast for them. There was even a very bad man in a truck trying to catch me. I was told later that he was an Animal Control Officer (whatever that is). He couldn't catch me either. I ran as fast as I could back home. One of our neighbors convinced me it was not a good idea to terrorize the children on the street and got me back into my own yard, making sure the back gate was secured.<br /><br />I thought I'd never see dumb Reilly again and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing! More treats for me, I thought....but I would miss him too. I guess St. Francis was looking after us because the lady holding Reilly brought him home and the same neighbor put him in the yard with me. I was actually very happy he made it home!<br /><br />An hour later, the Mistress, unsuspecting of anything amiss, arrived home. As she was pulling into the garage, the neighbor stopped her and ratted us out! Ten minutes later, she was at the bottom of the yard drilling screws into the back gate so it could not be opened! Thus, our future adventures are thwarted indefinitely!<br /><br /></div><div align="justify">Oh well....like they say, "There's no place like home!" </div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-43716283774035732542009-03-26T12:26:00.000-04:002009-03-26T12:33:14.832-04:00Morgan's Home!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60W4j61HSgsKPH1LyFQjBBcQONZPjR07tICRUm5Gtqd6ADfN9XtkQSMTYhUC6XZ-v-FYXUcjx4eSjY7B7d41gfC1DJFM5uruoEY0-nMlZ1PAC-MTtIJ5T8ayYBPZBn4CDUPBM3PHgW5yq/s1600-h/0305091358.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317535245358876066" 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/AVvXsEg60W4j61HSgsKPH1LyFQjBBcQONZPjR07tICRUm5Gtqd6ADfN9XtkQSMTYhUC6XZ-v-FYXUcjx4eSjY7B7d41gfC1DJFM5uruoEY0-nMlZ1PAC-MTtIJ5T8ayYBPZBn4CDUPBM3PHgW5yq/s320/0305091358.jpg" border="0" /></a> I'm happy!<br /><br /></div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07373773065811808146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-81989941113748098292009-03-17T17:21:00.002-04:002009-03-17T17:25:00.416-04:00Slainte Mhaith<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNzMyNDQ2NjE4NyZwdD*xMjM3MzI*OTIyOTY4JnA9MTkxMTMxJmQ9MzYxJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*wZTUwYjczNjM2Zjc*ZmQxODVkMTQyOWYzNmM*ZWNkYw==.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /><div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"><object id="A510614" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=4rC1125TmY6NGo0x&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="319"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=4rC1125TmY6NGo0x&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab"><param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=4rC1125TmY6NGo0x&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></object><div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;">Try JibJab Sendables® <a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards">eCards</a> today!<br /><br />Too much cider at the pub!<br /></div></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-87894257991290325222009-01-31T15:42:00.010-05:002009-01-31T16:12:20.910-05:00Catching UpI've been remiss in my blogging. Over a month has passed and I have been completely and utterly uninspired to blog.<br /><br />Not that there was anything interesting going on to blog about, unless you count being shipped to camp for a week at Christmas so that stupid Molly could take your place! However, I did get some pretty good treats in the Tim's stocking. Something akin to chicken jerky. Totally delish!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvabicAHGcAZEJsJXvB4uySSeRuB7qUti6IfocC_AI4Y2UZLYhFVKWVvqOZkKkEOmT16-m_SkTPNjcRJOZIybncRWah6ZrJqkGKINRtIz3GCjEAgRwAqz07GDtceSpHg5GaJxDuRUAL1F/s1600-h/bdaytemp+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvabicAHGcAZEJsJXvB4uySSeRuB7qUti6IfocC_AI4Y2UZLYhFVKWVvqOZkKkEOmT16-m_SkTPNjcRJOZIybncRWah6ZrJqkGKINRtIz3GCjEAgRwAqz07GDtceSpHg5GaJxDuRUAL1F/s320/bdaytemp+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297562715725699234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you want your dog to love you like none other - then buy these! It's crack for dogs!<br /><br />On another note: If you want your Mistress' attention, then don't get her one of these!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtqnABgNtjkHpkLyOD78hhCera-4sa6mdgPowMR-BZ_hiIi0OesEhqR-sS0k_nCUrBZL1VurCXR1eDcK3RxqJIL2gmKIX2xAISr7Peir8PnAtkBQTCmDUeozcNgURAqY5AYdOZcmgnera/s1600-h/bdaytemp+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtqnABgNtjkHpkLyOD78hhCera-4sa6mdgPowMR-BZ_hiIi0OesEhqR-sS0k_nCUrBZL1VurCXR1eDcK3RxqJIL2gmKIX2xAISr7Peir8PnAtkBQTCmDUeozcNgURAqY5AYdOZcmgnera/s320/bdaytemp+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297563928190848146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is a total nightmare! The Tim bought one of these for The Mistress and I have to act like a maniac just to get a cookie! Of course, she is not the only guilty one!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokh_2VutrMQyQo3jn7TU0kghgCPCKC7hhyrojHNDSWRxVFnLsa81o0qg1cJPK3z5QSZdK0o2t4RYgq4YyGEUDf0aToQCHq-OIPLefyek1VufbznVe1Dk1M_EffY0xo7rr9Xu4TshpF30G/s1600-h/bdaytemp+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokh_2VutrMQyQo3jn7TU0kghgCPCKC7hhyrojHNDSWRxVFnLsa81o0qg1cJPK3z5QSZdK0o2t4RYgq4YyGEUDf0aToQCHq-OIPLefyek1VufbznVe1Dk1M_EffY0xo7rr9Xu4TshpF30G/s320/bdaytemp+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297566981790887794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />January saw the Tim and The Mistress driving to Georgia to celebrate Beth Anne's 21st birthday. Yes, she survived but rumor has it she suffered somewhat the next day and her boots needed reconditioning.That's Jessica on the left...she's the other daughter and Beth Anne's best friend. I've bitten her too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQR_iXxSadZxIQMqVKwv2psjNgYhv95oQ3IzQ1k93WjJlGB5-Bkhyfp3U4Y4c43BLx3G1ymgmKkd3BdZKzfauVdkoCedHlAW7TYG6pclY13Zu7NOFNjztEZ5wJksCzNBWck1x2LbmAlRs/s1600-h/21fam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQR_iXxSadZxIQMqVKwv2psjNgYhv95oQ3IzQ1k93WjJlGB5-Bkhyfp3U4Y4c43BLx3G1ymgmKkd3BdZKzfauVdkoCedHlAW7TYG6pclY13Zu7NOFNjztEZ5wJksCzNBWck1x2LbmAlRs/s320/21fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297565707135232466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The cake which I got none of.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWC1-hsdbkuIPjkDZE70i_9Z4nN8-gbIY3xKLUC9YENz75gYCSx9qktioNLCo3sZe4b-8XnX-mAWq17zGoxX-Fta8z6yTQmBH4QsbsN7tilOyEIXix8MIKoHiWhBJSEs4d9_I99Lg9zuKn/s1600-h/21cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWC1-hsdbkuIPjkDZE70i_9Z4nN8-gbIY3xKLUC9YENz75gYCSx9qktioNLCo3sZe4b-8XnX-mAWq17zGoxX-Fta8z6yTQmBH4QsbsN7tilOyEIXix8MIKoHiWhBJSEs4d9_I99Lg9zuKn/s320/21cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297566411294698386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last but not least, Reilly turned 7 as the New Year rang in. Happy Birthday Stupid.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwQ9gly39mPfuor2KL5pAK3VQNQwa3CHcCJ_swHjLcWMOJqlo0vFesuWVYjpDgcDMoFk5B2sc1CBZdnGS0aE5m1qArU8zHIZs4YIj2PR1-JKUwH_bvKT_bMgaPYyFMbb2jOSIrEftSk-d/s1600-h/bdaytemp+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwQ9gly39mPfuor2KL5pAK3VQNQwa3CHcCJ_swHjLcWMOJqlo0vFesuWVYjpDgcDMoFk5B2sc1CBZdnGS0aE5m1qArU8zHIZs4YIj2PR1-JKUwH_bvKT_bMgaPYyFMbb2jOSIrEftSk-d/s320/bdaytemp+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297568187688688338" border="0" /></a></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-29165512182740545222008-12-08T16:11:00.001-05:002008-12-08T16:11:12.588-05:00Ho Ho Ho<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A667745' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=3m9zs2INIgy6kZl8&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=3m9zs2INIgy6kZl8&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=3m9zs2INIgy6kZl8&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'>Send your own <a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'>ElfYourself</a> <a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables'>eCards</a></div></div><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyODc3MDU5MzY3MSZwdD*xMjI4NzcwNjY2NDA2JnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjc1Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*5NGZhY2NlMzljYWU*ZTBhOWQ5ZTVlYzJlYzU3ZTk4ZQ==.gif" />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-60070295418832108092008-12-08T15:10:00.003-05:002008-12-08T15:26:31.882-05:006 Things<div align="justify">I'm supposed to do this silly tag thing the Tim sent me. Here it is. Six things I detest...I mean like:<br /><br />1) The Mistress- She loves me the most. Actually, she is the only one who really loves me. She is that way.<br /><br />2) Beth Anne- She almost loves me as much as the Mistress. Although, she loves that stupid Molly more.<br /><br />4) Food- Dinner, breakfast, dog food, people food, bird food. It's all good.<br /><br />3) Treats- Love me some treats!!! Woo Hoo! Any kind will do.<br /><br />5) A warm blankie- I really like blankies and pillows. I have thin fur, unlike the Retrievers, who shed multiple lbs. of hair everyday. <br /><br />6) Riding- I enjoy the car, especially when I get to scare the crap out of unsuspecting drive thru bank tellers.<br /><br />7) The Tim- I'll add that in for good measure and brownie points. He might give me a Cheez-it.<br /><br />I am now suppose to tag other bloggers, but I'm a dog and don't know any other bloggers. Even if I did, I wouldn't like them. </div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-84385636493599768532008-12-05T20:04:00.002-05:002008-12-05T20:24:26.390-05:00Lucky Dog<div align="justify">Damn! I always wanted to catch one of these!<br /><br />Beth Anne sent this picture to my Mistress. The lucky dog's name is Jake and he lives in Georgia.<br /><br />The retrievers living in my house could never do this! Mocha only wants to lay about on a fluffy dog bed in the Mistress' bedroom all day and could care less about squirrels. Reilly, on the other hand, has the desire, but is too stupid. The squirrels get away before he has a chance to get close enough with all the obnoxiously loud barking he does as he charges down the hill.<br /><br />I am fast enough, but my problem is Reilly. He is generally outside with me, therefore, his barking makes it difficult to sneak up on a squirrel.<br /><br />Que sera.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2jHhEMpttMLb8tE4ivGlt-uxfRYnHsiUmrXMF_03tufZ9stTG5IEyluxWBU0UE69xDXSZ3jqeaMtDVu__xB0_XJ9w0R3PUrfDbAI6Gvj0qi-q83a_jqBL1e7QRAjgkcAc8dMYOCheLkG/s1600-h/mime-attachment%5B1%5D.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276476902188297234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2jHhEMpttMLb8tE4ivGlt-uxfRYnHsiUmrXMF_03tufZ9stTG5IEyluxWBU0UE69xDXSZ3jqeaMtDVu__xB0_XJ9w0R3PUrfDbAI6Gvj0qi-q83a_jqBL1e7QRAjgkcAc8dMYOCheLkG/s320/mime-attachment%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-43313793441322750862008-11-15T13:25:00.012-05:002008-11-15T16:33:39.347-05:00This and That<div align="justify">I've had virtually no computer time of late as many events have happened around here and time has escaped me.<br /><br />In October, the humans made a complete fool of my buddy Reilly by dressing him in a ridiculous costume and parading him through the downtown streets. If this wasn't enough, they allowed evidence of this mockery to be recorded in the local newspaper. To their credit however, they did so in order to raise funds for the Roanoke Valley SPCA.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I'm just glad it wasn't me. For if it had been, someone would have surely been bitten!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFja_Q31TCgUnee2Cn-mEU54n8zqZYMR-j7hdylMHmebUOiNpR4piezM5qOwitMaqwuRRtqeJwuR8SgTqUInQp31rg5u7BvvR6b7kTcflKZvwbhKv2_C0FNWs1HSLV1WZGwW4y2AzsJ4k/s1600-h/1014082059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268958963022939810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFja_Q31TCgUnee2Cn-mEU54n8zqZYMR-j7hdylMHmebUOiNpR4piezM5qOwitMaqwuRRtqeJwuR8SgTqUInQp31rg5u7BvvR6b7kTcflKZvwbhKv2_C0FNWs1HSLV1WZGwW4y2AzsJ4k/s320/1014082059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsdrTj8QszK18h-jJxgjS839czH2UcVjxmBW15qJm-lhIRBB77z9FFk1lIAh1CPqgwI3k7RpTLpyJUhd1aV800Fk4AxeHFRE3u0omdnFeqyOt8C3Pb6zkkhcFUYq39eU9SMAtl6zL18e9/s1600-h/2976834593_95e8542875.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268960472519368882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsdrTj8QszK18h-jJxgjS839czH2UcVjxmBW15qJm-lhIRBB77z9FFk1lIAh1CPqgwI3k7RpTLpyJUhd1aV800Fk4AxeHFRE3u0omdnFeqyOt8C3Pb6zkkhcFUYq39eU9SMAtl6zL18e9/s320/2976834593_95e8542875.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The latter part of month saw the Mistress dumping me off at camp and yet again driving to Georgia, where she remained for several days. Returning in time to vote, she and the Tim seemed genuinely pleased with the results of the election. I on the other hand saw some redeeming qualities in the other party's candidates ... primarily Moose Chili. Oh well, c'est la vie.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify">Of late, the internet connection and home networking system has made the Mistress very cranky. The humans switched their ISP and havoc has reigned ever since. The Tim refuses to get involved in the seemingly futile pursuit of a resolution, which only leaves the Mistress to deal with the NOT-so-helpful-out-sourced "tech support" personnel. On those rare occasions when she is actually able to speak to a live person, she ends up hanging up the phone and muttering something unprintable about aliens.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Since the Tim has been all but invisible lately due to his job taking on the characteristics of a Soviet Gulag, his frustration level with this current electronic malady has been minimal. This is largely due to the fact he still has access to the internet on the Mistress' computer when he makes an occassional appearance at home.<br /><br />Thanksgiving is around the corner and no doubt I am sure to be carted away to my home away from home. All the while that dumb Molly will be stinking up my place. Hopefully, the Mistress will save me some turkey and maybe Beth Anne will visit me at camp ... or not.<br /><br />And speaking of birds, soon after Sugar passed away, one of the birds croaked! Not that I care. The Tim, Reilly, and I hate 'em!<br />Pets are dropping like flies around this place. Creepy!<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">As I said before, c'est la vie.</div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-41206628234104606192008-11-05T15:08:00.003-05:002008-11-05T15:20:19.093-05:00Better Future, Better World<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFrUzuUfOT295mpFCkBAYJRb1RLCna4ysqsohj2ap9owuMORp-MXTcoLrhFiREtRvo-6dMPlRxjaxWgsMzgkFQgYgxOMr3BGnVQGJG61AhCGWj7roAYb0-iDhYJQO1KlWXHFwJg1oTJOy/s1600-h/Obama1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265269722254622082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFrUzuUfOT295mpFCkBAYJRb1RLCna4ysqsohj2ap9owuMORp-MXTcoLrhFiREtRvo-6dMPlRxjaxWgsMzgkFQgYgxOMr3BGnVQGJG61AhCGWj7roAYb0-iDhYJQO1KlWXHFwJg1oTJOy/s320/Obama1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOd1b9xEuwKGRhLEnQoo14fu_nbBtZcaoCWgM0Iou2zbwoKh2wF4SuAPWipOzDeDyaU5LjULHDoXRWAwUZbZLlaPPmz_Ubk-PQGYOiB6t5E3cIh5qmSm9c2vHvMahtW2rL8gR2uzBJZ0tP/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The Mistress of the house is walking on air.</div></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-74847332583726063442008-10-02T05:50:00.007-04:002008-10-02T07:07:10.043-04:00Wear Pink<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9HJv_XSFuXmuT1Lx7yJASQXJ5Cntz1GTJZwOUhKWFjkX6Y8jT2yqykI61qWMMc7kDLUJGwzlk_DmTXHALDFFXJXPp907UiMqzxDiOf5A90llb0VVaWf-FcI4deC6hh-uo_5Rtu6PLHi3/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252492939124125138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9HJv_XSFuXmuT1Lx7yJASQXJ5Cntz1GTJZwOUhKWFjkX6Y8jT2yqykI61qWMMc7kDLUJGwzlk_DmTXHALDFFXJXPp907UiMqzxDiOf5A90llb0VVaWf-FcI4deC6hh-uo_5Rtu6PLHi3/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialA8SvFoRavIE7OrEkhryhWtvsUh4uNX69RokClmlTPrumlf4m19V1J9Ra2BADy-vsM-OFBg2NDfUsFkZU_j_mN-IBiq9juKa82vo_DBdEhHCwdWx8sGzaQn3lnxasbpmHoR6t2FpFOPb/s1600-h/images.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqCK9cFTtsgcClneY2KUU_IaDMlSjcASbjd5UIbYknN6lXtwWALQQNE6TjjHMIhnzZ6C55YCGFwWryO3nzit-ZWQtGXYL-ANkeZA0oB1costw8RGFAIJbOEjSgGRe22BhHiQXY7IyalJ0g/s1600-h/images.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />G.G. had surgery yesterday. She is doing well.<br />October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.</div></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-53649796455943230982008-09-04T13:01:00.001-04:002008-09-06T13:45:41.641-04:00Godspeed, Morgan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxEvSaT22uyYSV3tzunjaxI0ZuwQGELuicXKf0kHTi_VSxBfedDFkUtXzkpvXWl5q1Ks-Qax9wnSw6AdUAhOlj54ODFvEcvJ2lVWo4Utl9b4CLX8h-EGbn3pBZ3_n2e7JxH7Gb6aAdyTu/s1600-h/72982.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242955580243157474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxEvSaT22uyYSV3tzunjaxI0ZuwQGELuicXKf0kHTi_VSxBfedDFkUtXzkpvXWl5q1Ks-Qax9wnSw6AdUAhOlj54ODFvEcvJ2lVWo4Utl9b4CLX8h-EGbn3pBZ3_n2e7JxH7Gb6aAdyTu/s320/72982.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Uncle Morgan has left for Iraq via Kuwait.<br />We all will miss him.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-3358107258119877192008-08-31T15:37:00.007-04:002008-08-31T16:07:34.685-04:00Uga VII !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMnQYV0XQZDkO_0jKK9jgASu_im1BIzF3LjXvWUHY8qG6albWGzAi5Uoyz-7XPp8WwuDVyqS6YJaAj7UO6ZLHB-NonAu3vFCu36_V51i_WGzIU8Uj3LFYWxTONA_-Lh6VSnmgyfRTD5cc/s1600-h/slideshow_692080_mail-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240768594292673570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMnQYV0XQZDkO_0jKK9jgASu_im1BIzF3LjXvWUHY8qG6albWGzAi5Uoyz-7XPp8WwuDVyqS6YJaAj7UO6ZLHB-NonAu3vFCu36_V51i_WGzIU8Uj3LFYWxTONA_-Lh6VSnmgyfRTD5cc/s320/slideshow_692080_mail-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The almost 3 year old "Loran's Best" made his debut at the opening game of the season on Saturday. Looks like a "Damn Good Dog"!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-46744912959054328112008-08-16T17:21:00.000-04:002008-08-16T18:05:23.632-04:00Sugar Over The Years<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTpcRXJXuMzFMCzu6hXCtabYCuRyja8wkWVgkzp8dpAWknaYQrauPHj5rnLbxpChIo5VoiEA6GYbpHGGA4atin-mFUM5SCzcC-GJMW_VcrZkcwaaA-y4ssNWe8iOZ0Cjwuw5PxyB3Z9s/s1600-h/Publication11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235239853455457170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTpcRXJXuMzFMCzu6hXCtabYCuRyja8wkWVgkzp8dpAWknaYQrauPHj5rnLbxpChIo5VoiEA6GYbpHGGA4atin-mFUM5SCzcC-GJMW_VcrZkcwaaA-y4ssNWe8iOZ0Cjwuw5PxyB3Z9s/s320/Publication11.jpg" border="0" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-23242988540542947732008-08-13T15:30:00.002-04:002008-08-16T17:20:58.323-04:00Sugar Is Gone...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOfQ38KgBvmgMCu03dqnKcc3QaDgouhTU23XqWAr-2lTYE1YDlbzLUq-Den77ln15GhZr5P9ajBhnIyE1IuGJKTZrTyENvzLZ55X8C4kcz93LzRZLBUTRGzgALSbl7azbnFwLmuXuyDbF/s1600-h/Sugar+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235227792420172162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOfQ38KgBvmgMCu03dqnKcc3QaDgouhTU23XqWAr-2lTYE1YDlbzLUq-Den77ln15GhZr5P9ajBhnIyE1IuGJKTZrTyENvzLZ55X8C4kcz93LzRZLBUTRGzgALSbl7azbnFwLmuXuyDbF/s320/Sugar+055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>They took her away...<br /><br /><br />she did not come back...<br /><br /><br />they were sad...<br /><br /><br />somehow I knew...<br /><br /><br />she had returned to her youth...<br /><br /><br />her eyesight restored...<br /><br /><br />now chasing squirrels and birds...<br /><br /><br />maybe an occasional jogger...<br /><br /><br />forever a mischievous little dog...<br /><br /><br />knocking over trashcans...<br /><br /><br />stealing food...<br /><br /><br />or another little girl's favorite stuffed animal...<br /><br /><br />Sugar is gone...<br /><br /><br />never to return.</div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-10803387704844892092008-07-31T10:41:00.010-04:002008-08-02T17:53:09.313-04:00Exactly What Are Her Priorities?<div align="justify">It takes a looooong time to string a 36" strand of opera length Akoya pearls.<br /> <br /></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I ought to know. I, along with the Retrievers and Creepy, had to wait an unacceptable amount of time just to get our breakfast!<br /> <br /></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Some "rush" job for a local jewelry store took precedence over our stomachs. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2D63xGZLVb8iCTyU5bDfw2xh_C4zP473aZkVZxr-arykR4cLqfT9E3aFlJVli4qX6dfi_FHPosxPTFfiM2L-XygFfysx1eNVeR6BwMPoz-gIihG2aK7ZfGanxmGPsdKEjUgAoPRkDtyn/s1600-h/zoe+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229189472817710898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2D63xGZLVb8iCTyU5bDfw2xh_C4zP473aZkVZxr-arykR4cLqfT9E3aFlJVli4qX6dfi_FHPosxPTFfiM2L-XygFfysx1eNVeR6BwMPoz-gIihG2aK7ZfGanxmGPsdKEjUgAoPRkDtyn/s320/zoe+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /><br /><br />I tried to feed myself, but was too short to reach the treat jar. Not to mention (again) the apparent lack of opposable thumbs.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2PrILp79l9iuOHfRCU9A4sLhFjPbNBKQEoJZzTAQgc7nWQ55fuX-8Y6pB2dxzZfFFhtq3c7wjE3IKEufqaYliITDkT7ECCsjyDTHSQ2RrZvhde9MoTkelUYBm3YzB7kDn5TvrW1opgJbg/s1600-h/zoe+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229190008920452258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2PrILp79l9iuOHfRCU9A4sLhFjPbNBKQEoJZzTAQgc7nWQ55fuX-8Y6pB2dxzZfFFhtq3c7wjE3IKEufqaYliITDkT7ECCsjyDTHSQ2RrZvhde9MoTkelUYBm3YzB7kDn5TvrW1opgJbg/s320/zoe+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Even Max was squawking and banging a tiny tin cup against the bars of his cage!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPhVV-dR3s1gtvZGrnKgQdbzwKhmu2GLM5dGtEukI_QmVcB5_neFK-DmBHbqZ-OkzJg3ZXJpje-l0iLwb02sB9Ee2uxbjLm4Lb9k23b3FQS0ReDA-7FfBRy0e0RkyRehK4WXX2LLC5Sz1/s1600-h/zoe+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229194159323031026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPhVV-dR3s1gtvZGrnKgQdbzwKhmu2GLM5dGtEukI_QmVcB5_neFK-DmBHbqZ-OkzJg3ZXJpje-l0iLwb02sB9Ee2uxbjLm4Lb9k23b3FQS0ReDA-7FfBRy0e0RkyRehK4WXX2LLC5Sz1/s320/zoe+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />That's the thing about Humans...always caught up with trivial and material things, such as crap from an oyster! Geesh! We dogs would not be caught dead with such useless adornment (unless you are unfortunate enough to belong to Paris or Britney)!<br /><br />A good roll in some carrion or poop is all any respectable dog needs!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vbQ29xFx-6K6_JPr2l65UrvREq7-8rKAJ1Bt7W3tfXEeovqeA1mmo6FXpMc7NkeTJV69s3j_qiE02r8TYkwqONaxTV61vqrNA7RxItO5mcajujN9X4Ye5q6kdzk9teGPh-UEV1h_3Up7/s1600-h/zoe+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229195166415460898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vbQ29xFx-6K6_JPr2l65UrvREq7-8rKAJ1Bt7W3tfXEeovqeA1mmo6FXpMc7NkeTJV69s3j_qiE02r8TYkwqONaxTV61vqrNA7RxItO5mcajujN9X4Ye5q6kdzk9teGPh-UEV1h_3Up7/s320/zoe+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-3209366850616324562008-07-18T21:47:00.001-04:002008-07-18T21:49:39.594-04:00Run Zoe Run<OBJECT classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" WIDTH="384" HEIGHT="304"><PARAM NAME=movie VALUE="http://www.paltalk.com/marketing/media/vanksen/main.swf"><PARAM NAME=quality VALUE=high><PARAM NAME=flashvars VALUE="firstname=Zoe &lastname=The Hellerhound&urlfin=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.news3online.com%2Fspread.php"><PARAM NAME="BGCOLOR" VALUE="#000000" /><PARAM NAME="allowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /><EMBED src="http://www.paltalk.com/marketing/media/vanksen/main.swf" quality=high WIDTH="384" HEIGHT="304" ALIGN="" TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" FLASHVARS="firstname=Zoe &lastname=The Hellerhound&urlfin=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.news3online.com%2Fspread.php" PLUGINSPAGE="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" BGCOLOR="#000000" ALLOWSCRIPTACCESS="ALWAYS"></EMBED></OBJECT>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07373773065811808146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-64535815747113057422008-07-15T16:33:00.006-04:002008-07-18T21:52:29.413-04:00Other Orts<div align="justify">So it seems Stupid Mollie is surviving her razor situation. Things are starting to "appear". Must be the bran.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Reilly and Mocha stink and need a bath. My Mistress is hoping the Tim will do this task over the weekend, since she has taken on the job of painting shutters. She is painting them because the Tim has issues with ladders. I should not mention the time he got stuck on the garage roof but, I will.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Uncle Morgan gave the Mistress an idea to keep Creepy's crate door open and it works very well. Now when she is blindly bumping into things, she can't bang her door shut. Poor Creepy. Her days are numbered...after all, she's about 125 in human years!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_21SIqsQSpGc9GPxjF_x471gj6GSXmfBqgzonKD3v3h6Ucf_sYA3NDHVdk4GF8z-C-b5FlYCmIMA-IHcQHJRa_HjdxufjoBBW1RvmLSfFdwe5kgBdwgGjWxu4m2mjBP3J22bJt7POQMm/s1600-h/Chloe+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223342266146733442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_21SIqsQSpGc9GPxjF_x471gj6GSXmfBqgzonKD3v3h6Ucf_sYA3NDHVdk4GF8z-C-b5FlYCmIMA-IHcQHJRa_HjdxufjoBBW1RvmLSfFdwe5kgBdwgGjWxu4m2mjBP3J22bJt7POQMm/s320/Chloe+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-41701393254591830472008-07-12T18:05:00.002-04:002008-07-12T18:08:38.681-04:00"Molly" by Zoe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjlOpU1O2FYiOw2j-Ef7k2laxfbLNZFJPJraUQc4wcaW2B8czhcgEpi1EAjVpKCiLueksS1E1zXc_HvBf1AJ-M6dH_3m5IVXZdA6o6yZZPbaKzRukQmRVdXyQMPfVHwUD9YOt-yU9H-Dx/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjlOpU1O2FYiOw2j-Ef7k2laxfbLNZFJPJraUQc4wcaW2B8czhcgEpi1EAjVpKCiLueksS1E1zXc_HvBf1AJ-M6dH_3m5IVXZdA6o6yZZPbaKzRukQmRVdXyQMPfVHwUD9YOt-yU9H-Dx/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222252915063065234" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-2904439675925685692008-07-12T17:18:00.006-04:002008-07-12T18:53:13.035-04:00Whatcha Gonna Do Now, Thunder?<div align="justify">Molly has got to be the dumbest dog in the world...next to Reilly (the only Retriever in the world who cannot catch). This morning she ate a razor or at least part of a razor...the part with the blades in it!<br /><br />Now she is spending her time being prudently watched and fed bran in hopes that she passes the razor with no damage to her insides.<br /><br />She was xrayed at <a href="http://www.shoalcreek.com/">Shoal Creek Animal Clinic</a> (where Beth Anne works) and suspicious shapes and shadows not normally seen in a dog's digestive track were found. I <strong><em>sincerely </em></strong>hope<strong><em> </em></strong>(and as hateful as I am, I do mean this) she does not have to have emergency surgery.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The Doctors should have xrayed her brain.<br /> <br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">They most likely would have discovered it to be the size of pea and her IQ to be on the level of an ordinary earthworm!<br /> <br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Poor dumb Molly! </div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-51579477659078245802008-07-05T09:32:00.012-04:002008-07-05T16:38:16.798-04:00Birthday Dessert<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkfhN8JByFEbNjNTmLCZU8KoRzjnv2qR1AfOitWln4fU5x-BVIn4ZXG3csUZ0tzG_FnEivweBYk1oZ7sxu_wzHhghn6978QQf55Zy1JhDllSabl7pHWgZDgLFmTgDAl_0ZqJqEiMhbs1Q/s1600-h/Chloe+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219618760902626482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkfhN8JByFEbNjNTmLCZU8KoRzjnv2qR1AfOitWln4fU5x-BVIn4ZXG3csUZ0tzG_FnEivweBYk1oZ7sxu_wzHhghn6978QQf55Zy1JhDllSabl7pHWgZDgLFmTgDAl_0ZqJqEiMhbs1Q/s320/Chloe+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="justify">Birthdays around here are rarely celebrated with traditional birthday cakes. The Tim and Beth Anne both are partial to cheesecakes and/or Tiramisu. And sometimes they get both! Us dogs get homemade dog treats with cheese and tuna for our birthdays. Yum! The Tim doesn't like the smell of those, but then he doesn't appreciate other odors that I find quite appealing.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Thursday was The Tim's birthday and since he and The Mistress were going out to celebrate with other humans (people they refer to as their Wine-Dinner Club), The Mistress delayed making the desserts until today so they could be enjoyed at this evening's cookout. A cookout at Pam and Austin's, which I might add, I do not get to attend. They have two lard-assed Golden Retrievers and do not invite other dogs. (If they didn't have dogs, I don't think Austin would invite me because of that over blown biting incident a couple of years ago.)</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />The first dessert she made, a favorite here, is a Key Lime Cheesecake with Strawberry Sauce. The Tim was not around to see, so I got to lick the spatula! Then she fixed the Tiramisu, which in Italian means "pick me up" or loosely translated as "make me less sad/happier". Yeah, I'll say it makes him happy. I will never get a bite because The Tim will hunker down over his plate, moaning and groaning in a disgusting display of gluttony sucking up every last bit like a turbo-powered Hoover! </div><br />And they call me the beast!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-18487813351086485022008-07-03T05:00:00.005-04:002008-07-03T05:00:00.738-04:00Happy Birthday to Tim!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB0pyqbWlxwGfA5NiVX9cKhOS42RPpuzJT0ho5owAu99BwXgwCUN6wsI1QDKBl3GKHD1ZfvZrRi3mSNTLBooUOBhzahixUsuYw9nj7RR2hAleLpVamx0TwxIdTpSu74MyWBXaqzvqAX1v/s1600-h/bd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218575651946189970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB0pyqbWlxwGfA5NiVX9cKhOS42RPpuzJT0ho5owAu99BwXgwCUN6wsI1QDKBl3GKHD1ZfvZrRi3mSNTLBooUOBhzahixUsuYw9nj7RR2hAleLpVamx0TwxIdTpSu74MyWBXaqzvqAX1v/s320/bd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">Happy Birthday Tim!<br /><br />With Love, Hugs, Kisses, & Licks from<br /><br />Beth, Beth Anne, and the zoo: </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Mocha, Reilly, Zoe, Sugar, Molly, and all the Birds! </div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971500606231629640.post-19791207592062595362008-07-01T20:23:00.011-04:002008-07-01T20:52:31.607-04:00RIP Uga<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpme191bIvdx9560UeyK0Lt_1o1WGzxiZN5LBzd_CrNK1_shUhJ_FClwUbZShnLyYhCjNjZ3vo3YG-vOiVnnveujO_U6yK1F2w0qczN83yepDqsLl18yVz1t5Zn3p4nCbX0K6oRN3DIvd/s1600-h/GA+004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpme191bIvdx9560UeyK0Lt_1o1WGzxiZN5LBzd_CrNK1_shUhJ_FClwUbZShnLyYhCjNjZ3vo3YG-vOiVnnveujO_U6yK1F2w0qczN83yepDqsLl18yVz1t5Zn3p4nCbX0K6oRN3DIvd/s320/GA+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213059694814530" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Uga V's Whatchagot Loran, better known to the world as Uga VI, was laid to rest today at 3 p.m. in Sanford Stadium.<br /><br />Like his five predecessors, all pure white bulldogs, Uga VI will be interred in the specially-built marble vault built just inside the South main gate of the stadium. UGA is the only school that buries its mascots within the confines of their stadium.<br /><br />The identity of the dog that shall become Uga VII remains a closely guarded secret.<br /><br />They should consider a female, German Pinscher for the next mascot. Like me!</div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08589999666899968164noreply@blogger.com0