tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85394828804234412932024-03-06T02:56:26.927-05:00Rescued into RetirementFlorida is one of the top retirement destinations in the country.
Can an abandoned Coonhound leave the hills of rural North Carolina -- with raccoons, bear and mountain lion -- for Fort Lauderdale condo living?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14224454495638571502noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-13261833567609646392009-01-14T16:47:00.001-05:002009-01-14T16:47:18.693-05:00Always Remembered<object width="400" height="300"> <param name="flashvars" value="&offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Frosavie%2Fsets%2F72157612573846758%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Frosavie%2Fsets%2F72157612573846758%2F&set_id=72157612573846758&jump_to="></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=63961"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=63961" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Frosavie%2Fsets%2F72157612573846758%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Frosavie%2Fsets%2F72157612573846758%2F&set_id=72157612573846758&jump_to=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-54157454784996974942008-11-24T14:35:00.003-05:002008-11-24T14:38:23.971-05:00In Memoriam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVjfEATuUUrk9BHluTGTV9l9vdHa4g8qN8PRxUK3hhNXs5Hm-aMwgd8W9ZtXkrNoWt5ooxl3hxxABPiPWQ-eBHGLpDWPv_1gU7NnLA7jsXJfnLV1XEvWuAgZywDTtn_XKE8Jr8RiO3b49/s1600-h/calendarcover09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVjfEATuUUrk9BHluTGTV9l9vdHa4g8qN8PRxUK3hhNXs5Hm-aMwgd8W9ZtXkrNoWt5ooxl3hxxABPiPWQ-eBHGLpDWPv_1gU7NnLA7jsXJfnLV1XEvWuAgZywDTtn_XKE8Jr8RiO3b49/s320/calendarcover09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272309177349044866" border="0" /></a><br />Booker has to be lounging proud at the bridge, because his gorgeous hound dog face is featured in the <a href="http://www.coonhoundrescue.com/calendar.html">American Black and Tan Coonhound Rescue 2009 calendar</a>.<br /><br />H-Mom and Man-Dad just got theirs in the mail. They both almost started all this crying stuff again. Booker looks just perfect for December. He is happily luxuriating on the leather sofa, his favorite place, and giving the camera that sad, tired coonhound look.<br /><br />If you need a calendar full of gorgeous dog photos, check it out. The purchase benefits Rescue. H-Mom really loves looking at the hounds. What a remarkable group of all-American dogs.<br /><br />We are so sad that Booker didn't make it. It's nice to have him in the calendar to show everyone our "poster boy."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This post is from Madison's blog, <a href="http://www.withlovemadison.blogspot.com/">With Love, Madison</a>. She is the new pup, kissing faces and putting smiles back in place.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-54548314524839718352008-10-29T17:16:00.007-04:002008-11-11T18:50:11.230-05:00special assignment<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">There is a puppy spreading love and healing hearts in our home. </span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" href="http://www.withlovemadison.blogspot.com">Come say hello at "with love, Madison"</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Booker left big shoes to fill, good thing this little girl has some very very large paws!</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-3020717360320171282008-10-20T07:41:00.004-04:002008-10-20T08:17:31.352-04:00The Calm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25YoUIa0kpkwVkxxugUqdF5VnPZf4Xwb6rRQ75bWPAD7rGVdn9kQj9pjrkedim0xoLr_mflD0d6FizJ0i8FbGKSWj3xhPDakG80WP5wV0QGKYdRgIlATf3BcP4OK1agZ4B_0dv_aI3iFG/s1600-h/whichway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25YoUIa0kpkwVkxxugUqdF5VnPZf4Xwb6rRQ75bWPAD7rGVdn9kQj9pjrkedim0xoLr_mflD0d6FizJ0i8FbGKSWj3xhPDakG80WP5wV0QGKYdRgIlATf3BcP4OK1agZ4B_0dv_aI3iFG/s400/whichway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259208286397903810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The support of every one of our blogging friends has been astoundingly comforting. We have cried through reading your comments, which have made us feel better even though each one inspires a new flood of tears. <br /><br />Thank you for caring about Booker and about us.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Thank goodness that we found the strength to make a hard decision instead of making excuses for dangerous behavior and tempting fate. That would have been a crueler ending all the way around. <br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Friday morning, Booker came sheepishly out of his kennel. He knew he was "in trouble" for something, because he had to spend the whole night in there. He certainly didn't remember exactly what he was "in trouble" for. H-Mom hadn't trusted his behavior overnight, and also was worried about a frozen pizza-related bowel explosion.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />He ate his breakfast and then was thankful that he was invited out the door for a quick ride to the dog park.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />His last morning, he chased Bella, the husky, in circles around the giant lawn and lost her in the woods, when she slipped past him and left him waiting for her in the palm fronds -- he was poised expectantly and she was already on the other side of the park. Booker trailed and treed a "raccoon" on the roof of the tiki hut shelter, barking with determination. He peed on the vending machine, more than once.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Sandy, a friend of H-Mom, who is the companion of Annie the little corgi - also a rescue dog - has volunteered for years at the Humane Society. She was very supportive and also had the advantage of knowing Booker and having watched his rehab-in-progress. Others at the park shared a story of a man who worked in Husky rescue --- a real breed pro --- had worked with a young female for over a year and then had her turn on him in a vicious attack. He was also heartbroken to decide that the best thing was to have her euthanized and released from past demons.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />No one wanted anyone at the Humane Society to second-guess H-Mom. The personnel there are so used to people dropping off pets that just don't fit their lifestyle any more. This wasn't a case of a pair of chewed expensive shoes, or pee on the carpet, or barking (LOL ... absolutely not!) or of simple "pet ennui" ... so Sandy went with to the Humane Society.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />All the dogs had had their hour romp together. Booker was happy, panting and tired. He hopped into the car and flopped out.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />The Behaviorist at the shelter talked with H-Mom at length and concurred with every decision ... everything had been done that could be done, and Booker didn't need to head into the realm of "dangerous dog," with legal and health issues, which is the place that he had tried so hard to get out of, but just couldn't. <br /><br />He was treated kindly and with compassion by everyone at the H.S., euthanised privately with H-Mom soothing him, and left for the Rainbow Bridge with nothing but dignity and hound-dog grace.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> <br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Everyone at the H.S. was crying along with H-Mom, she got hugs all around, and many soothing words. One volunteer talked about a dog she had adopted who, after many months, just snapped and almost killed her cat. Then turned on her. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />There will always be glimmers of failure and guilt, but the knowledge that we did the right thing is steadfast.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Friday was rugged, fighting back tears all day and evening. Saturday morning in the wee hours, we had an overwhelming sob.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Now we are calm. There is a hole in our hearts and we know that there is the place for a new companion. Booker left us with unbounding appreciation for the sound of a tail thump on the sofa, a wet nose on your face in the morning and a sideways glance that says, "I've got your back on this one."</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-18452659447539682292008-10-16T20:55:00.005-04:002008-10-17T13:55:10.073-04:00Untenable Rage<div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="mb_t_p_t_post_div"> <p>Well my heart is breaking tonight and I am fighting back the tears. We had another DOG INCIDENT ... my daughter left a frozen pizza on the counter (stupid yes I know ... but we are the HUMANS and it is our house ...) and Booker grabbed it and then had an absolutely terrifying rage episode -- he lunged at my daughter on her way from her bedroom to the kitchen and bit her foot. He released his grip and clamped down on her calf. She called me, hysterical (afraid and hurt and confused ... she was crying and crying) and I had to call David to go home and deal with the situation ---</p><br /><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">He got there within minutes, and B</span>ooker was in the kitchen RAVAGING the frozen pizza. Booker charged out of the kitchen and attacked David at the front door. He bit him twice. He made punctures in David's motorcycle boots. What would he have done on bare flesh? Booker tore his jeans. Booker wouldn't listen, he wouldn't acquiesce, he was a snarling, biting, barking terror. He doesn't "just growl," or "just snap," he ATTACKS. Like an insane cujo attack dog ready, trained, willing and fully capable of killing a mountain lion. I have no illusions about my ability to "control" him. If I would have been the one to run home to save the teen-human from Booker, he would have attacked me too. He crosses a line and he loses all sensibilities and ability to "behave."</p><p>David managed to wrestle Booker into his kennel. Jail. Booker sat there for hours, staring into the living room, glassy-eyed.<br /></p>We cannot live in a home where we need a tranquilizer dart gun to get a swiped pizza away from the dog.<br /><p>Booker has rage syndrome. Abuse, starvation, brutal hunting training. Something clicked a crazy switch in this dog that is not un-doable.<br /></p><p>I am a realist.<br /></p><p>Food is his trigger. He is dangerous. He should never have been deemed "adoptable," but who would know until he was in a normal, family situation. There was no pizza on the counter in the vet clinic that nursed him back to health after he was found abandoned.<br /></p><p>Now. This is a dog that I have worked so hard with ... SO HARD. We have had the professional trainer consult. I have FIXED every single one of his issues, and believe me, there were many -- lunging at bicycles, going demonic over open car doors, food bowl aggression, toy aggression, pulling on the leash, manic fence-chasing at the dog park -- you name it, I have worked my ass off with this dog. I am really good with dogs and I have no illusions about what to expect or how to train one.</p><p>We were ready to sacrifice shoes to a chewer. Swab the decks after accidents. Do short sessions of obedience training that require repetition that could drive you nuts. Manage our environment and spend every minute <span style="font-style: italic;">anticipating</span> behavior and misbehavior.<br /></p><p>And I really really love him. omg He is my RESCUE dog and I really put everything into rescuing him. I spend hours a day with him, from the dog park to on-leash walks to training training training. He can hold a SIT STAY in the hallway while I walk all the way down to our condo and come only when I release him. At the dog park, I shout GO HOME and he goes to the gate to wait for me. EVERYONE at the dog park (and there is a "regular" crowd of about 10 people for the 7am time we go) has made comment after comment after compliment about all the work that I've done with Booker and how much he has changed, improved, how admirable he is.</p>So tomorrow I am going to take him to the humane society and have him put to sleep. The rescue that we got him from said that if ever we cannot keep him, we have to call them to take him back. But they SHOULD NOT rehome him. He is dangerous. It's just a matter of time before he really does some damage that requires a hospital episode. He couldn't be trusted with young children, not at all. Or with visitors.<br /><br /><p>I don't have to rationalize this. He has a serious, untenable mental defect. </p><br /><p>arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am going to cry all day tomorrow.</p> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-59397180858435064682008-10-15T11:28:00.009-04:002008-10-15T12:07:33.182-04:00Full Moon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEC2-qRwUE7lnSD6kJ1XKiu5JkmIvD0jLEotWHXlLxVWmETJoa_zmUq8I-S3ELW1obW92YDbsBe88pJ4pj3dfxuYmzpMdU8dtbk14Bp8NnD4zMGRUhsnaBTeAZIqHF7dIPJ6UHRBKOsfxA/s1600-h/night+full+moon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEC2-qRwUE7lnSD6kJ1XKiu5JkmIvD0jLEotWHXlLxVWmETJoa_zmUq8I-S3ELW1obW92YDbsBe88pJ4pj3dfxuYmzpMdU8dtbk14Bp8NnD4zMGRUhsnaBTeAZIqHF7dIPJ6UHRBKOsfxA/s400/night+full+moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257403442583017410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Booker was acting all buggy last night. We went for our 9:30ish walk and he was just ... off.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >On the way home, I noticed the full moon.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >What do you think? Is there a <a href="http://www.wtopnews.com/index.php?nid=25&sid=1256429">connection between dog behavior and a full moon</a>? Man-Dad says "yes" ... his dogs have always been a bit loopier when the sky is shining with a huge yellow-white orb.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The moon was illuminating the New River last night, making the yachts glow. This morning, it was still hanging in the sky, almost at the western horizon.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Booker is at doggie daycamp today. Working out his weirdness. He was just too agitated to leave him in his kennel. I am at the gallery all day and the street is starting to come to life (is "season" finally here?) It's a bit unsettling here for Booker; he gets cranky when his nap attempts are constantly disturbed by people making dopey faces at him through the gallery window. The guy with the pitbull yesterday, who walked past and then backtracked to encourage a "window fight," put us both over the edge.<br /><br />So dog camp is a good idea for today. And maybe H-Mom will get a SALE at the gallery today.<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgli4W7CiwRRpJkAPaItRxHlWx7WDlzrHqkuZRgnuWFcHXvx6zpcYWSlHOIM5XXLiHrfbtLG11OoBGjUrI_onaujZjf9aHWe6ysgpoG0bigplrK00XxIjaUAzL1erspQPzoLJ1kdlVoxIo7/s1600-h/full+moon+morning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgli4W7CiwRRpJkAPaItRxHlWx7WDlzrHqkuZRgnuWFcHXvx6zpcYWSlHOIM5XXLiHrfbtLG11OoBGjUrI_onaujZjf9aHWe6ysgpoG0bigplrK00XxIjaUAzL1erspQPzoLJ1kdlVoxIo7/s400/full+moon+morning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257403504869721746" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-34638052503782833302008-10-14T12:25:00.009-04:002008-10-14T13:51:45.800-04:007 x 7 with photos and video!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Our big friend, the dude, </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://mangosgreatadventures.blogspot.com/">Mango</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">,</span> tagged us to complete the 7 x 7 challenge, so here it is. H-Mom even took a photo of the girl Booker loves, just for this post. </span><br /><br /><strong face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die</strong><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >1. Go 'coon hunting one more time so that H-Mom and Man-Dad can see how good I am at it -- Man Dad has to bring his gun and flashlight<br />2. See a Treeing Walker at the Westminster Kennel Club<br />3. Steal a whole ham from the kitchen<br />4. Eradicate fleas and ticks from the earth<br />5. Make all humans treat their animals HUMANELY<br />6. Pee on every single vertical surface in Fort Lauderdale<br />7.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Hear the Teen-human say "I love you Booker"</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;">7 Things I Do Now</strong><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >1. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Bark a lot, loudly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >2. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Chase all the other dogs at the dog park, barking the whole time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >3. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Find imaginary raccoons in the trees at the dog park, and bark like a wild dog</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >4. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Tell the other dogs in the building that I prefer a PRIVATE elevator, by barking loudly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >5. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Fling lots of foamy white slobber when I bark</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >6. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Pretend that I'm barking by inhaling and exhaling and making my cheeks puff in and out and looking like I'm in a silent film, barking</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >7. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Bark in my sleep, but only in a low rumble</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;">7 Things I Can't Do</strong><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >1. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Maintain a level head and calm temperament at all times -- every once in awhile, I just SNAP</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >2. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Make my nose stop leading me to things that get me in trouble</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >3. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Resist sneaking on H-Mom and Man-Dad's bed when there is thunder</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >4. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Pretend that I don't care when I hear the deli bin open in the refrigerator</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >5. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Fetch a ball more than one time, maybe twice, per session</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >6. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Pee it all out, in one big leg-lift, because I always save a little bit for the next tree and the next and the next</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >7.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Stay away from my blog-friends ... I'm addicted</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /></span><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirmpNfjm_4RDOH7wBEZ6wMsNRNO2FEq_2hOlNwe41E_t2I1owvKPZAOfYx-dBVJtVNjm3P0aG7FObXF9TPgQx_tflfiX4tM4Rj4pPw-XxefxXi5EnYk7rzoe22DNqTqpN28DnBKHWj9RSe/s1600-h/kaylee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirmpNfjm_4RDOH7wBEZ6wMsNRNO2FEq_2hOlNwe41E_t2I1owvKPZAOfYx-dBVJtVNjm3P0aG7FObXF9TPgQx_tflfiX4tM4Rj4pPw-XxefxXi5EnYk7rzoe22DNqTqpN28DnBKHWj9RSe/s400/kaylee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257047842188207618" border="0" /></a><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;">7 Things That Attract Me To The Opposite Sex</strong><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >1. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Girl dogs who are a little bit bossy, even a little bit bitchy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >2. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Hair that blows in the wind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >3. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A vaguely aloof air</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >4. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A girl who runs like an antelope and actually pretends like I can catch her</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >5. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A girl dog who is polite around my H-Mom and KNOWS that H-Mom belongs to me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >6. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A dog who knows how to make me jealous by paying more attention to BRUTUS the studly one-year old Doberman ... don't ask ...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >7. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A girl who doesn't even flinch when I bark </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The picture above is of Kaylee, my best girl friend. She is such a show-off. I try to look like I don't really care, but everywhere she goes, I am just a few paces away. See me acting like I'm really more interested in some odor in the grass? Nope ... I've got my eyes on her at every minute. Isn't she beautiful?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;">7 Celebrities That I Admire</strong><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >1. Droopy, the </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >star of Dumb-Hounded. He looks like a Treeing Walker to H-Mom.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><div><object width="420" height="336"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2lPcl5TV6bj1n8rPM&related=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2lPcl5TV6bj1n8rPM&related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="336"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x175py_1943-droopy-dumbhounde_fun">1943- Droopy - Dumb-Hounde</a></b><br /><i>Uploaded by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/iToons">iToons</a></i></div></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >2. </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.ahafilm.info/movies/mr.phtml?fid=7800">Elvis and Leon</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, the hound dogs in Black Snake Moan-- H-Mom spotted them when she was watching the movie with Man-Dad and she shouted, "Look at the Coonhounds!"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >3. Old Dan and Little Ann, the hounds in the children's classic <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where_the_Red_Fern_Grows">Where the Red Fern Grows</a></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >4. All the hounds working in <a href="http://www.leba98.com/">Search and Rescue</a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, especially the awesome Bloodhounds</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >5. <a href="http://www.tvacres.com/dogs_hounds_duke.htm">Duke</a>, Jed Clampett's Bloodhound on the Beverly Hillbillies</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >6. <a href="http://www.toontracker.com/huck/huck.htm">Huckleberry Hound</a>, with his southern drawl and plodding determination</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >7. Elvis Presley, because he said he wasn't nothing but a hound dog</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, how cool is that?</span><br /><br /><br /><strong face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">7 Things That I Say Most Often</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">You've got to be kidding, right? I say everything often!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >1. Awhooooooooooooo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >2. Awhooo Awhoo Awhoooo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >3. Awhoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >4. Woo Woo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >5. Awhoo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >6. Wo Wooooo Wo Wo Wooooooooooooooooooooo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >7. Awhoo whoo whooo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >If I had it my way, I'd always be talking, who CARES what I'm saying!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">7 who get to do this now</span><br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >If you haven't done it, go ahead and go for it!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We need another:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Short one</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Tall one</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Young one</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Old one</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Long-haired one</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Short-haired one</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >and a </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >very unusual one!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Shout out if you fit the bill ...</span><br /></span><a href="http://hollyzacandtheiradventures.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"></span></a> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-38968146044925991942008-10-11T10:33:00.008-04:002008-10-11T10:56:58.075-04:00Modeling 101<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">This is what all the excitement is about: H-Mom emailed a photo of Booker to the American Black and Tan Coonhound Rescue. Maybe, she thought, they would like to use it on their 2009 calendar?</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PH67ty4vdH7l2bXLDgCLwmDNaq9_nVE-WO_aWEGVLKDL08x4ARYaFDrSLFk3MtyEJzjEkObBUAbPu8Ww4PWdDnCWfHjYBsZAJ2FcnB1CAkpzMW14nuugtFNFuc20bWKrpgJQtcK7oYwd/s1600-h/IMG_4283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PH67ty4vdH7l2bXLDgCLwmDNaq9_nVE-WO_aWEGVLKDL08x4ARYaFDrSLFk3MtyEJzjEkObBUAbPu8Ww4PWdDnCWfHjYBsZAJ2FcnB1CAkpzMW14nuugtFNFuc20bWKrpgJQtcK7oYwd/s400/IMG_4283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255907712719563426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">It's a great photo. Truly a "Booker" moment. Who could resist those eyes. That lazy hound dog attitude. He would inspire donations. He would encourage adoptions.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">They emailed. The photo is perfect for December. Booker, calendar dog.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Man-Dad is already figuring out the list of people who get Coonhound calendars for Christmas presents. There is excitement in the air.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">But H-Mom used the photo online and before she did, she changed the resolution, so that it isn't suitable for print use. And she didn't save a copy of the high-res photo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Now. The challenge. Recreate a moment. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">That's why she was up in Booker's face the other day, taking photos when it was really nap time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">We tried again this morning. Me and Booker. The sofa, the lighting, the red and green holiday blanket. Booker was feeling unusually submissive. He kept rolling over for belly attention. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">H-Mom would pull his leg one way and his rear end would go the other. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">She would adjust his ear and his tongue would fall out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">She tried to tempt him into photographic submission with a toy and his eyes slid to half-mast.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">It doesn't matter. This hounddog is full of personality.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYecV33cj0JmruvMl6rodImxvFVv05P_sj-2foVNRKJsePKX7GpRPwNSRzhAHZb8bEshgV5OfRTBg8c6XduuXi76Yw2o_TH2EOzCYGzmYO36o9yYRoZCR5IW8NxKYt90H1rn2620pJJEGL/s1600-h/IMG_4622.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYecV33cj0JmruvMl6rodImxvFVv05P_sj-2foVNRKJsePKX7GpRPwNSRzhAHZb8bEshgV5OfRTBg8c6XduuXi76Yw2o_TH2EOzCYGzmYO36o9yYRoZCR5IW8NxKYt90H1rn2620pJJEGL/s400/IMG_4622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255908332107910802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QCfF8H7Vc-JYjF842y1zGzvQvsFDfkplAZpnPlN1mg6jKfyUm71CPN6kky0tupNph3OUYkMhkThyphenhyphenaCb3Jum3iOBAYD-cF1uhB-mE010e0rlUsrHqLzK2VzkKmK3dI09Ud4L9ROn8LRpT/s1600-h/IMG_4623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QCfF8H7Vc-JYjF842y1zGzvQvsFDfkplAZpnPlN1mg6jKfyUm71CPN6kky0tupNph3OUYkMhkThyphenhyphenaCb3Jum3iOBAYD-cF1uhB-mE010e0rlUsrHqLzK2VzkKmK3dI09Ud4L9ROn8LRpT/s400/IMG_4623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255908409460781714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJ92SW1izscy4YOlq4ZmmEWyZ_mL8R3Oa_MWWeFjdI0ZIdSH5rI3XNL_q6XhStgTaOH-H_BZio88qDSrCgLnRX9bVlWfoU3oXGlKikYbiN729eElxnsdRs55Y08TU3tscE1OW-e5O1ZMn/s1600-h/IMG_4601.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJ92SW1izscy4YOlq4ZmmEWyZ_mL8R3Oa_MWWeFjdI0ZIdSH5rI3XNL_q6XhStgTaOH-H_BZio88qDSrCgLnRX9bVlWfoU3oXGlKikYbiN729eElxnsdRs55Y08TU3tscE1OW-e5O1ZMn/s400/IMG_4601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255908126854808706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv1Wq6dxIgtw_q9QDTdJVmF91lJkSEGpgXjgg6IPfPt1oDNrnDuKs2YcFP-7b1fVRZJSWeoem-Xx_u6v5fegnZvtiTCdo7ruGPkGsQn0-oomTH5lK2bw9UIjuUTamk38LsXCoGpZJh451/s1600-h/IMG_4600.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv1Wq6dxIgtw_q9QDTdJVmF91lJkSEGpgXjgg6IPfPt1oDNrnDuKs2YcFP-7b1fVRZJSWeoem-Xx_u6v5fegnZvtiTCdo7ruGPkGsQn0-oomTH5lK2bw9UIjuUTamk38LsXCoGpZJh451/s400/IMG_4600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255907959822032290" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-46203479567365086372008-10-09T19:28:00.005-04:002008-10-09T19:36:20.241-04:00Hillbilly Dog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnRFcKkWbPPiVf80Aa7OtY1v9-5Q0Sywn4UrRvAjucQqlycTTfCDAz6Cbs9yRYstvpCtDJx3px9m8OSk4tpb3mTYHX2RycGO4Gu21EXt80fu4oiwelZtkLGD21cIjap1Yqh2ZiPA4eaG5/s1600-h/hillbilly+teeth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnRFcKkWbPPiVf80Aa7OtY1v9-5Q0Sywn4UrRvAjucQqlycTTfCDAz6Cbs9yRYstvpCtDJx3px9m8OSk4tpb3mTYHX2RycGO4Gu21EXt80fu4oiwelZtkLGD21cIjap1Yqh2ZiPA4eaG5/s400/hillbilly+teeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255301785976037714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Halloween Face.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Scarey Teeth.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Hillbilly Mouth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">H-Mom was trying to get a photo of Booker's nasty teeth. They are Hillbilly Teeth: broken, missing, worn down, chipped.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Booker was patient for about 5 minutes. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Then enough was enough. He growled and snapped.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Enough photos. And this was worse than being at the dentist. Who wants a camera in front of your embarrassing teeth. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Especially when it's just about time for a nap.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Back off with that camera.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-82593354844236198732008-10-05T13:21:00.004-04:002008-10-05T16:13:48.310-04:00Deluge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwT3swXGRXCd3YHea6Q-mxCxPKu-s520IfxFj6VNeTefM0Pfg7gQYYGfnVV1aCJ2PinF94I4n1Ocqcr56NKvwmAJkizKOHt3n75zLMKCL-rtt2NsxU2iRcFaybNkMHv8iNhcsjgkv_DWe/s1600-h/too+much+rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwT3swXGRXCd3YHea6Q-mxCxPKu-s520IfxFj6VNeTefM0Pfg7gQYYGfnVV1aCJ2PinF94I4n1Ocqcr56NKvwmAJkizKOHt3n75zLMKCL-rtt2NsxU2iRcFaybNkMHv8iNhcsjgkv_DWe/s400/too+much+rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253721272468881714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">We decided to go for a good walk yesterday evening. Actually, H-Mom decided to go for a good walk. Booker looked at the sky and thought better of it. But he is the one on the end of the leash and H-Mom is the boss, so off we went.<br /><br />The whole day had been a drizzly mess, with off and on rain showers, but you know H-Mom ... what's a little rain?<br /><br />We made it west along the river to the Andrews Street drawbridge, over and then halfway back home on the north side of the Riverwalk.<br /><br />Then the sky opened up. A downpour. A deluge. H-Mom ran for one of the gazebos and tucked up along the protected side, Booker with his tail tucked between his legs looking at her with an "I told you so" hound dog look. It was Booker and H-Mom and a WTF with a bottle of vodka and an assortment of black garbage bags, watching the sheets of rain roll past.<br /><br />This was not one of our 10-minute tropical downpours. This was a soaking of oceanic proportions. It was not ending in 10 minutes, 20 or 30. This was hours worth of rain.<br /><br />H-Mom called home to report in. Not lost, just under a quasi-shelter. But definately stuck. Man-Dad was in Chicago, so he couldn't help. The teen-human doesn't have a license yet. No cash for a cab, and what cab would smile upon a soaking wet coonhound?<br /><br />The WTF was sucking on his bottle and saying something about DOGS.<br /><br />H-Mom decided to brave the rain. Booker wasn't so certain and was having some serious wavering of confidence in "the leader."<br /><br />H-Mom ran for the 3rd Avenue drawbridge. The street underneath it looked dryer, at worst. It was raining so hard that after five steps, H-Mom couldn't even see where she was running.<br /><br />Under the drawbridge, there was a convention of 15 WTFs. It was a WTF downpour party. With strange blankets and smokes and bottles of off-brand alcohol. H-Mom and Booker huddled under the pigeon nests, with the thumping of cars and trucks crossing overhead.<br /><br />And then the teen-human called. She was coming to the rescue, with a golf umbrella and soaking wet sneakers.<br /><br />But she went the wrong way. It was all very confusing. Booker was trying to convince H-Mom that we lived in a different building. A closer building. The rain was completely disorienting.<br /><br />Somehow we all met at home. Wet beyond imagination.<br /><br />This morning, Booker greeted H-Mom's "Let's go WALKING!" with some skepticsm.<br /><br />"Walking with you," his eyes said. "What an offer."<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-86982896809611842152008-10-01T12:07:00.015-04:002008-10-01T12:57:45.873-04:00Dog Park Morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-K8juuJfFNtBSNX3WOVUxv9nDJjLC2rg8RR82Y2Ef8Psl8mOw6hXcLTPWrBZ2dJbgpmwTow74dTcupyS-QPaVHed8POoq0lgMj5JyYTxE3ila6ro5sUOK5NoiCls2flZWj-eM53S3dl-/s1600-h/IMG_4563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-K8juuJfFNtBSNX3WOVUxv9nDJjLC2rg8RR82Y2Ef8Psl8mOw6hXcLTPWrBZ2dJbgpmwTow74dTcupyS-QPaVHed8POoq0lgMj5JyYTxE3ila6ro5sUOK5NoiCls2flZWj-eM53S3dl-/s400/IMG_4563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252221474608160338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This was a dog park morning. It is great to watch Booker run. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He used to be sore and lame after a good run at the dog park, but he has built up his muscle tone and his stamina and now he has no problem getting off the sofa after playing hard in the morning.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Run, and bark. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >At the dog park, Booker is free to use his "outside voice" -- with no restrictions. It is called "Bark Park," after all. We deliver! <br /><br />Inside, it is important that he keeps barking to a minimum so that the neighbors don't call security. They have visited once or twice, in the first couple of months of Booker living with us, and we have to keep the barking under control.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7MWZHiH8bL4rs2w_Dwdi_4wKmGJldr3mEqPvgwDqeRSOsBQ74TNmgGBMVG8zPEO2_qYh8Zj7fMYADXDpFf7iWnaCgu1n3lBKPhrxvHYdFfxze4tRfWzfYGkxxSOy-A4CdAKV9srI_yxa/s1600-h/IMG_4549.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7MWZHiH8bL4rs2w_Dwdi_4wKmGJldr3mEqPvgwDqeRSOsBQ74TNmgGBMVG8zPEO2_qYh8Zj7fMYADXDpFf7iWnaCgu1n3lBKPhrxvHYdFfxze4tRfWzfYGkxxSOy-A4CdAKV9srI_yxa/s320/IMG_4549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252224587953770514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Noses to the ground</span><br /><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Living in a condo, we take regular walks with Boo</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ker: 6am, 12noon, 5pm, 10pm ... and</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > when it is cool enough, we make certain that the walks are a </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >respectable distance. Or time outside - David likes to sit with Booker and watch the boats on the New River and then do "agility training" by having him jump from fountain wall to fountain wall.<br /><br />But there is no replacement for a good leg-stretching, muscle-singing </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >all-out run. A brisk walk on a leash will get business done, but Booker's natural gait is much snappier than the one he uses when walking at my side.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcGDCNZaIaUdnCp_earq5FmT6_V9-N7GKCuCD2r6xCEfFf-CjuIUvFw0sgjbe2cD3hCZYaCLjLNxJLixzo0neSHdLrObgV9585n3AnUS_1Co01W6BYE6vu0kVkWDMoWqymVxL6Ek4twKS/s1600-h/IMG_4556.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcGDCNZaIaUdnCp_earq5FmT6_V9-N7GKCuCD2r6xCEfFf-CjuIUvFw0sgjbe2cD3hCZYaCLjLNxJLixzo0neSHdLrObgV9585n3AnUS_1Co01W6BYE6vu0kVkWDMoWqymVxL6Ek4twKS/s320/IMG_4556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219840135512594" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Emily, the "old lady" of the park</span><br /><br /></div> <div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0mqthaJihNFYdhmKKbR_dG1-_Fnl1E03VnRQVqKP7sMVIfBrqiT3IN1lBLr6irJrOD5_BT3I6jMNaJZ0M-WIsQuLFfz4rXwfMfqIye3U59lPiFglA6PKA5E_Eidsm5De8SMDA-esImm3/s1600-h/IMG_4548.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0mqthaJihNFYdhmKKbR_dG1-_Fnl1E03VnRQVqKP7sMVIfBrqiT3IN1lBLr6irJrOD5_BT3I6jMNaJZ0M-WIsQuLFfz4rXwfMfqIye3U59lPiFglA6PKA5E_Eidsm5De8SMDA-esImm3/s320/IMG_4548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252223623067498018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Bella the Husky -- she barks high and shrill, Booker barks low and very loud</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcIqujxOvLxzj9CGFgALWnkbomWAVA516hlv3vIxUPcoOxiY3m3fUiTS0nG0nivl2fYzOaTx-OwaUB-vcniNIRJ3hpp5VqKRDOt_CE76lx-F3STWOOKuxu6Ck5A5TLOtVI3dNo1sFyDrE/s1600-h/IMG_4561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcIqujxOvLxzj9CGFgALWnkbomWAVA516hlv3vIxUPcoOxiY3m3fUiTS0nG0nivl2fYzOaTx-OwaUB-vcniNIRJ3hpp5VqKRDOt_CE76lx-F3STWOOKuxu6Ck5A5TLOtVI3dNo1sFyDrE/s320/IMG_4561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252224176133768818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" >The popular "pool flop" ... it is Florida and even the morning gets steamy!</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Booker is the unofficial coach and referee of the dog park. He loves to run after a group of dogs, barking as they tear across the grass, and then stand at the edge of the resulting rumble, barking, making certain that everyone knows what terror the other dogs are engaged in.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4HqQ2Q1n2c1-Zr-mNyApLZKr9LoyPM7t4y8Mn1fq28h3g-M7bfGMJhhDaLEegoIkoa5t-FZEltleLyAW6UqasSCmR_Ue55raNZLb1nYR9_2WC_-0mIETYj5yvlnPX_8dDa2OkpBqisIo/s1600-h/IMG_4544.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4HqQ2Q1n2c1-Zr-mNyApLZKr9LoyPM7t4y8Mn1fq28h3g-M7bfGMJhhDaLEegoIkoa5t-FZEltleLyAW6UqasSCmR_Ue55raNZLb1nYR9_2WC_-0mIETYj5yvlnPX_8dDa2OkpBqisIo/s320/IMG_4544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252218983905873746" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >Annie the corgi: throw the ball again!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkkdBrc5_ZpnEn97PZJinGQ0SaZ48USssbI6BCLEP2yWm8nPcZ-zRfjkTZD9gnDlAweNOfS_XgL553k8QF6ZUp0dYEtY7anh-O6b1786d5HtlwHwGtsfQYKf9Wn8ByqBRY3L57cqOLJeh/s1600-h/IMG_4550.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkkdBrc5_ZpnEn97PZJinGQ0SaZ48USssbI6BCLEP2yWm8nPcZ-zRfjkTZD9gnDlAweNOfS_XgL553k8QF6ZUp0dYEtY7anh-O6b1786d5HtlwHwGtsfQYKf9Wn8ByqBRY3L57cqOLJeh/s320/IMG_4550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219839541662770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Barking and peeing make a dog very very thirsty!<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-71132612978319079542008-09-30T11:20:00.009-04:002008-09-30T17:31:30.198-04:00Get your life preservers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sHFdSOfgRizBK-7P-WM9wMFEinrtyawtHM8upbgpZ6TRgN8HHKM1kuJvSAlDIXpfzyVCKk7AErrI8RxPW_boow9HKaL44wEXyqdKqniWW-9ai_dLsvT3nEzl7g-fZmEweIFm_vP6Jx1L/s1600-h/IMG_4564.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sHFdSOfgRizBK-7P-WM9wMFEinrtyawtHM8upbgpZ6TRgN8HHKM1kuJvSAlDIXpfzyVCKk7AErrI8RxPW_boow9HKaL44wEXyqdKqniWW-9ai_dLsvT3nEzl7g-fZmEweIFm_vP6Jx1L/s320/IMG_4564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251836060539044930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2olQLjnU3rx4FlCpt46sCFkxBCZQyQqv2nm_9sTnwHHUOtqPZQ_lH2BlPtL-m-MZayTfJQWjz-dyBk6xdFESmJE6Iko8-tmJd1tO5_FTjtN9fcwyN5_DbCRaR9mPZyqSIpKjCBMN-Fdbz/s1600-h/IMG_4568.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2olQLjnU3rx4FlCpt46sCFkxBCZQyQqv2nm_9sTnwHHUOtqPZQ_lH2BlPtL-m-MZayTfJQWjz-dyBk6xdFESmJE6Iko8-tmJd1tO5_FTjtN9fcwyN5_DbCRaR9mPZyqSIpKjCBMN-Fdbz/s320/IMG_4568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251835877522839154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrMGDrmpDKn6f5Fc0n4f40QXW2qwLLYb37xDYmnICv_NZLY62R0Wa5ApoqQ5josz9sO4OSPBnSX1zXim_PIdhL3lYdLQf0ZkIaREsQb0PY-JyZRE1G8XtJRTsrcQApG7U7kaIpaCDNt9L/s1600-h/IMG_4569.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrMGDrmpDKn6f5Fc0n4f40QXW2qwLLYb37xDYmnICv_NZLY62R0Wa5ApoqQ5josz9sO4OSPBnSX1zXim_PIdhL3lYdLQf0ZkIaREsQb0PY-JyZRE1G8XtJRTsrcQApG7U7kaIpaCDNt9L/s320/IMG_4569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251835538932514130" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Last week at high tide, the Atlantic washed over the seawall along A1A. The ocean was surging in the wake of the storm that hit North Carolina. At 8 in the evening, the street was swamped. Seaweed and sand roiled along the sidewalk.<br /><br />When the tide receded, all that remained was a sandy skimcoat to remove with backhoes and streetsweepers. Everything was "back to normal" by mid-morning. We were actually hoping to splash in the ocean along the street for our morning walk, but no such luck.<br /><br />Dogs are not allowed on the beach in Fort Lauderdale, except for a few very limited evening hours, three days a week on a 1/2-mile stretch of ocean at Sunrise. We purchased a permit to walk on the west sidewalk before 9am, so there is no sand between Booker's toes, only the temptation of salty ocean breeze and the sound of the surf.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-34000320038568165862008-09-24T19:29:00.007-04:002008-09-24T19:54:45.479-04:00Save a coonhound<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This is the photo of Booker, from the American Black and Tan Coonhound Rescue Web site, that inspired our unanimous <span style="font-style: italic;">"That's our dog."</span></span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbyZAeELqKOVGJB1CfsNTqVA3pgyFghkgzpm6Mb1qKWZW-U_qMUJv8bV0Vv3ZMfrdzwq_5YHJqafxTxuHk2am4AFKo6dsoiqD9sBtiRYIzRIHRh83fFmfDa3r8P3XXpH94dqP1EnnGOeU/s1600-h/UNCLESAM4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbyZAeELqKOVGJB1CfsNTqVA3pgyFghkgzpm6Mb1qKWZW-U_qMUJv8bV0Vv3ZMfrdzwq_5YHJqafxTxuHk2am4AFKo6dsoiqD9sBtiRYIzRIHRh83fFmfDa3r8P3XXpH94dqP1EnnGOeU/s320/UNCLESAM4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249734639856775058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He has tested, strained and challenged every once of dog savvy that we thought - and think - we have. He is both a rescue and a reward. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He is the coolest dog I have ever lived with. He is smart, he is dignified, he is earnest, he is independent. He tries really hard. He gives 110%. And he looks great on the leather sofa.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Coonhounds are infinitely "American" dogs. Unfortunately, the traits that were bred into them are often their undoing, as well.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Read this sad, thought-provoking </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.thetuskegeenews.com/articles/2008/09/04/opinion/doc48bee39b59838164196543.txt">article in the Tuskegee News.</a><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We want to add a comment: Coonhounds make incredible house dogs.<br /><br />They have even been known to adapt to condo living.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-22866524157078292992008-09-21T17:44:00.007-04:002008-09-21T17:48:40.484-04:00The sky<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENyNIRs8ZoReO02KNzU66kv5jqSwGpcJujrjByT5B8MGxVvgYBRpijonzZAAylg6OIvsP29ghVWmHde2Uz24Qj4ZuNO5oxipUHdZZFF6XSfWu3wcL07BI6Jhyphenhyphenxh3Y55sPB47fr5LE2_eF/s1600-h/morning+at+the+DP.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENyNIRs8ZoReO02KNzU66kv5jqSwGpcJujrjByT5B8MGxVvgYBRpijonzZAAylg6OIvsP29ghVWmHde2Uz24Qj4ZuNO5oxipUHdZZFF6XSfWu3wcL07BI6Jhyphenhyphenxh3Y55sPB47fr5LE2_eF/s400/morning+at+the+DP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248593891214160098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >H-Mom is back. She had a difficult trip, but it is a trip that has made her thankful for a lot of things. Like being home. Like having a family. Like having a dog. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Like walking in the morning and watching the sun come up. Like appreciating the clouds, and the calm, and the vastness of the sky.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">She is already looking forward to that bit of peace tomorrow morning.</span> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-1277705040004141762008-09-13T10:20:00.010-04:002008-09-13T11:02:13.363-04:00A dog's point of view<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Okay, so let's say that this very high strung and anxious visitor flies into your life on the coat-strings of a hurricane.<br /><br />She comes into your home.<br /><br />And she makes herself comfortable in the teen-human's bedroom. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />This is a room where you (as the D-O-G) have only recently re-won the privilege of h</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >anging out. And you have a big blue cushion on the floor, and when you are being very good and very obedient, the teen-human allows you to curl up and go to sleep. And the teen-human bosses you around alot, and you work really hard to maintain your current state of "being in good graces with the moody 16-year-old girl teen-human."</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwc-xGRnsuCWk_Ytf-x6nt1duZ9AQ5FvX3569cIq6h2yLxSvCBuS75aw58iOMnDEo79Iezq01xtOtA-LmZAvEebeeMinHkC0LAuo9nsNOVIuswO8vkFvnHswiw5DombWaYQORBvsfy9Ho/s1600-h/carryon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwc-xGRnsuCWk_Ytf-x6nt1duZ9AQ5FvX3569cIq6h2yLxSvCBuS75aw58iOMnDEo79Iezq01xtOtA-LmZAvEebeeMinHkC0LAuo9nsNOVIuswO8vkFvnHswiw5DombWaYQORBvsfy9Ho/s320/carryon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245514745119201586" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >So, this visitor puts a zipped travel bag in the room. Right on top of your blue cushion. THE special blue cushion upon which you are so pleased to </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >have earned the rights to being welcomed again.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And then you go to sleep. No one is home, except you and that V-I-S-I-T-O-R. And the travel bag is right on your cushion.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Then the visitor barges into the teen-hu</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >man's room (a very sacred place, which you, as a dog, are KEENLY aware of) and wakes you up and GRABS the travel bag right off of your cushion.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />You see, as a DOG, you thought the TRAVEL BAG was now yours. It was, after all, on your special cushion. And, even though you have no TEETH (being the hillbilly dog that you are) and even though you can't rip the travel bag open, you have the nose-of-all-noses ... you have a HOUND DOG NOSE, and you KNOW what is in the travel bag.<br /><br />You KNOW that, in the travel bag, there may be (or at least the remnants of) a:<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_pIYKVhbuLuxZc9SEr3oJ5AIwjIky0cmUM-DN7Cz4m9AYdQX2ODDN8OAWnbKP5LyzANesBfYPl0OArHZ50iHa0LSj1IYn45Vb-Fsw9bXiJddJAiCsiC6YzIUX3TOg_802fgHvqQDfnJj/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_pIYKVhbuLuxZc9SEr3oJ5AIwjIky0cmUM-DN7Cz4m9AYdQX2ODDN8OAWnbKP5LyzANesBfYPl0OArHZ50iHa0LSj1IYn45Vb-Fsw9bXiJddJAiCsiC6YzIUX3TOg_802fgHvqQDfnJj/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245515709300007170" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >See, you should work at the airport as a bag inspector. You should screen for contraband. You should capture and confiscate whatever your nose dictates.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />You become CUJO and go after the visitor. Who, in your eyes has little to no RIGHT or AUTHORITY when it comes to being in your house, because even though you, as the DOG, are accepting that you are the bottom entity in the pack, even BELOW the teen-human, you are still IN THE PACK, the visitor </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >IS NOT.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And you are the only pack member in the house. The pecking order, to you, as the dog is very obvious.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Especially when it comes to a travel bag that involves a sandwich.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Then the teen-human comes home from cross-country, drags her tired body into her bedroom and flops on the bed. And you make the MISTAKE of growling at her. And she is ready to evict you again. PERMANENTLY. And then Man-Dad comes in, and you growl at him. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And all this time, NO ONE knows that there is a SANDWICH in the mysterious TRAVEL BAG that somehow has landed on YOUR CUSHION, and by every law in dog-dom, is now YOURS.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Until, all of a sudden, TEEN-HUMAN figures something out. She is becoming quite a DOG WHISPERER. Her relationship with the D-O-G is becoming very complicated and, actually, very special. Their friendship has been hard-won.<br /><br />TEEN-HUMAN says:</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"THERE MUST BE SOMETHING IN THAT TRAVEL BAG, BECAUSE BOOKER IS BEING VERY AGGRESSIVE ABOUT IT!"</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />And then the visitor confesses to being a sandwich horder. See, she was fleeing a hurricane, and didn't know if she would ever have a meal again.<br /><br />And the travel bag is cautiously removed.<br /><br />And sandwich evidence is taken away and destroyed.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">And peace is returned. Booker shared the sofa with the visitor all evening, watching CNN and the Weather Channel, and didn't even think twice about the TRAVEL BAG INCIDENT.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">No one is making excuses for your behavior, as a BAD DOG, but they understand it. You have food issues, and they are BIG issues, and that was really an unfair test. With all the factors of high emotional tension in the house, a visitor, invasion of territory, desertion by the rest of the pack, and inaccessible food. A very unfair test.</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-16152437787535048832008-09-12T19:09:00.006-04:002008-09-12T19:28:00.098-04:00The fury of Ike<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzZbN403eBDWO3z-wzO3nqCQo5khWxpMPcjVh4lzlb62SSaXns24udx2dK9t9oRcB5pz_oMZQ5LLVSa9GqQOT8phkbWnpmUSbM5gXSsugOunN8UPu_DboQ-O2Fb8QJ1uD9XFq8o5cq82D/s1600-h/ike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzZbN403eBDWO3z-wzO3nqCQo5khWxpMPcjVh4lzlb62SSaXns24udx2dK9t9oRcB5pz_oMZQ5LLVSa9GqQOT8phkbWnpmUSbM5gXSsugOunN8UPu_DboQ-O2Fb8QJ1uD9XFq8o5cq82D/s320/ike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245279066239080978" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >On Monday, we thought that IKE was going to send my sister, her daughter and the C-A-T to our door, refugees from South Beach in Miami.<br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This afternoon, we picked up David's mother, who IKE has sent to us as a refugee from Houston.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >How ironic, to flee a hurricane by flying into another hurricane-infested state.<br /><br />And now we have a dog issue.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >David had to run to pickup the teen-human from cross country practice.<br /><br />He left his mother alone at the condo with Booker.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Booker was sleeping soundly, on his cushion #2 in the teen-human's bedroom, which is where Mom is staying. She walked quietly into the bedroom -- alone in the house with Booker -- to get something out of her bag. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />And Booker started out of his sleep, barked, growled and lunged at her. She was afraid he would bite.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He has completely gotten over his aggression toward my daughter. She is asserting herself and we all are careful to not startle him out of sleep, and to "boss him around" regularly. We have never had a single incident of aggression toward guests. Booker is friendly, playful, hospitable when teenagers invade the house. He is fine with my sister and her daughter. He is polite but aloof with cocktailing friends.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />This is troubling. We must not leave her alone with him for at least a few days of acclimatization. She needs to be liberal with the treat jar. And assertive with the commands.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Thank goodness he didn't bite. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-28445478498699183782008-09-12T18:14:00.012-04:002008-09-12T18:43:58.056-04:00Blog Award<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Our friend <a href="http://the2mightybeans.blogspot.com/">Cocoa the Beagle</a> gave us this award. We love it! And guess what? We love the photo of Cocoa so much that I have it on my desktop! So: THANKS! We are a fan of your blog too!<br /><br />Here are the rules of this</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > award:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGiJTNngVv2YAklLN6hy3otOv9rwDQDZhukFJib7116MurndTagvN3iJjz7E7ZX15jSkqTxOeqVpipnVN9TbESt2KfvbUu-QKSvnKpGTu8x9NYFgIgJlCmmXjDgCp1kOJDKN994hq81WM/s1600-h/iloveyourblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGiJTNngVv2YAklLN6hy3otOv9rwDQDZhukFJib7116MurndTagvN3iJjz7E7ZX15jSkqTxOeqVpipnVN9TbESt2KfvbUu-QKSvnKpGTu8x9NYFgIgJlCmmXjDgCp1kOJDKN994hq81WM/s320/iloveyourblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245261854543660786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />1. The winner can put the logo on his/her blog<br />2. Link the person you received your award from<br />3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs<br />4. Put links of those blogs on yours, and<br />5. Leave a message on the blogs that you've nominated<br /><br />We would LOVE to give this award to all our friends, but that's just too much cut and paste and link and paste, so we are passing this award to these blogs that might be new some of our loyal readers:<br /><br /><a href="http://wimseyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/wimseys-blogdiary-of-manhattan.html">Wimsey</a><br /><a href="http://aojthelurchers.blogspot.com/">The Lurchers</a><br /><a href="http://biggiezblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanted-dog-walkers-who-actually-know.html">Biggie Z</a><br /><a href="http://ragracers.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-in-our-reach-for-success-series.html">Ragracers</a><br /><a href="http://rubbahslippahsinitaly.blogspot.com/2008/09/don-your-aprons-its-soup-recipe-contest.html">Rubber Slippers in Italy</a><br /><a href="http://keywestcollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/dogs-and-their-hoomans.html">Key West Collies</a><br /><a href="http://wanderingspiritskennels.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-did-that-happen.html">Wandering Spirits Kennels</a><br /><br />Stop in and say hello to these wonderful bloggers. Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-22388113337290227722008-09-11T19:18:00.004-04:002008-09-11T20:04:16.149-04:00Pure exhaustion<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Doggie day care worked. When David picked Booker up at 3, the front desk called over the speaker, "Booker, your Dad is here to get you!" The report was that Booker played well with others, even a couple puppies, and that he only barked when the staff members left him alone in any area. It's "cageless" boarding, so the dogs are engineered into compatible groups and given run of various play areas, both indoor and out.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campcanineflorida.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRdm3rDpBes9toguU-b0lsjXIGP46lWT05pCpOXrq7VzbSPCMRjHU4ehlt_pBPd9j6Rn6WcoWOaSRfFcpi-QEtSGjE33Z3AGJo0Y0pdXsL0xhsTckaLOOlfoh5H9qB324xf4aKFXSsSxJ/s320/Camp_Canine.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244910699844753362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He is so tired tonight that David couldn't even get him off the sofa to go outside for a pee. He rolled off and then laid down on the floor and wouldn't move.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A tired dog is a happy dog, right?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-51129322547296607342008-09-10T11:34:00.006-04:002008-09-10T16:11:04.397-04:00Our own little calm before the storm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXcWIfnxd_617RLXZhe04nFnp4UgAprwQs9GJghDaBNzDDyx4HKa4W4zcM7v69t65FzWsV-Lb1gkHKrtmK0CULmqCHVHjgto4YdJd6Uvx-Q5KswTkEAueu0Kc0CEcAEerRQa5QEIaO8lu/s1600-h/gallery+dog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXcWIfnxd_617RLXZhe04nFnp4UgAprwQs9GJghDaBNzDDyx4HKa4W4zcM7v69t65FzWsV-Lb1gkHKrtmK0CULmqCHVHjgto4YdJd6Uvx-Q5KswTkEAueu0Kc0CEcAEerRQa5QEIaO8lu/s400/gallery+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244417774919861330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >These lazy mornings in the gallery after the dog park are becoming a real pleasure. I am so fortunate to be able to bring Booker with me instead of leaving him in his crate at home for hours on end. He has made friends up and down the street, people who stop in for a quick hello or a few minutes worth of wrestle-petting.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Next week, I am going out of town, though. We think that the best option will be to have Booker go to doggy daycare. That will be five days, from open to close. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Tomorrow is a test run. I'll take him over in the morning and David will pick him up after work. If there are issues, we have a few days to find a "plan B."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">EDIT!</span> Boy are we lucky that we planned a trial run. Camp Canine requires a Bordetella vaccination. Booker got all his shots on Monday, but NOT that one. The vet only does that upon request for dogs that must have it. So the vet is faxing his records to Camp Canine and I am running up there tomorrow morning at 8am to get the missing shot. Then I will drop Booker off for an experimental day at doggie daycare.<br /><br />Good thing David didn't find this out on Monday morning, after I was already gone. That would have been a major wrench in his day. He will be fine dropping Booker off in the morning and picking him up after work. That is assuming the day goes smoothly tomorrow.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-29972782706917284782008-09-09T16:19:00.002-04:002008-09-09T16:23:52.792-04:00Treats<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw47JeGXwTK9mnOCJMCxDzPhioqc9wP77IW2fRiaKMnh9gdF3tRO2Sn6-ZZDoq6L4SHo5z8oLYps4F_icofWA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">The gallery is such a cool place to spend the morning.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-15097235664639407572008-09-06T10:23:00.003-04:002008-09-06T10:27:28.692-04:00Where did he go?<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">So, the "No SWIMMING - Alligator" sign at the dog lake is gone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">But there is no explanation. Did they catch him? Did he walk away? Did he never exist in the first place? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">All of the dog owners are mumbling nervously. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Who will be the first to let their dog leap into the cool water? Is it fair to wait for a naive "weekender" and then gather around to observe the outcome? How long will it take for everyone to forget the 'gator intrusion?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-16652292130988085252008-09-05T18:10:00.005-04:002008-09-06T10:23:12.393-04:00It this, then that<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI27qjA8Zttobh5N5j2Zp7wyoyzsFcYH0tlonebY7ID5VQElb_ZAHmLfPxqzsD2x0HYsNN_8sjXjE__DfaC3v3duXQqCui2ryU_pZDW8yds_YGk74V254hfriuDSyLm17UATjIZZ3rQ7c/s1600-h/160_noaa_ike_080904.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI27qjA8Zttobh5N5j2Zp7wyoyzsFcYH0tlonebY7ID5VQElb_ZAHmLfPxqzsD2x0HYsNN_8sjXjE__DfaC3v3duXQqCui2ryU_pZDW8yds_YGk74V254hfriuDSyLm17UATjIZZ3rQ7c/s400/160_noaa_ike_080904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242664558311578402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We are making plans, just in case IKE really does slam Miami and Fort Lauderdale. We will be safe in our 19th story bunker. Hurricane glass, lots of supplies, candles and radio. H-Mom's sister and niece will evacuate from South Beach, though. And they would come to hunker down with us. They would be bringing along:</span> <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutyZpOlufc7N1OYcv20_kfpBBRe2w3NpewYVq7qLiBoJ5mE4KJvRRMbiwDyUJIp7ske_pTDDC5wLaYvPepzt9g6PIn3ylb0gZvg1amBeRAndCLPDM3nliSTYCuXcqccufwv8WG4Ht9oFI/s1600-h/meow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutyZpOlufc7N1OYcv20_kfpBBRe2w3NpewYVq7qLiBoJ5mE4KJvRRMbiwDyUJIp7ske_pTDDC5wLaYvPepzt9g6PIn3ylb0gZvg1amBeRAndCLPDM3nliSTYCuXcqccufwv8WG4Ht9oFI/s400/meow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242663467288796098" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We are imagining that the storm outside will divert Booker's attention from any feline disruption in the condo.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-1441063754890667502008-09-02T19:01:00.001-04:002008-09-02T19:03:12.013-04:00Coonhound on a Bike<span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;">Motorcycle fans! Coonhound fans! Unite!</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> We saw Booker on a bike and he looked great!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dcQfZOT-LHRJ6O5YA-GFfIHmW0y4Jvuh5_TG59kYZ3dwUDgPT0MnvjyYJAiWivoGHbbZJ1zun2oEBPO_OornYJlGg604kJCTXRSLCVKoiv6I_gVk6e7wolTitt8bkUxKtrf1QhZgFhhm/s1600-h/chiki+bar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dcQfZOT-LHRJ6O5YA-GFfIHmW0y4Jvuh5_TG59kYZ3dwUDgPT0MnvjyYJAiWivoGHbbZJ1zun2oEBPO_OornYJlGg604kJCTXRSLCVKoiv6I_gVk6e7wolTitt8bkUxKtrf1QhZgFhhm/s400/chiki+bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241563228663093426" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-5956774755111629582008-08-29T16:51:00.006-04:002008-08-29T17:13:03.518-04:00Water Hazard<span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The dog lake is closed at Snyder Park.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >There is an unwelcome visitor, and everyone hopes that he is not staying. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiTdj62hVULBa8C3S6EZiVALLC6h4x2DfPBxWWg1MirbZoVugUx9ETPz49nFaBLBGVw3dLHel2AA97YGjM9rhJxRcMzZFaaltaEXKlTX99XpIwFzlP9HIOP8vCEccpaRYs5PyhSwFh6Ky/s1600-h/gator+pool.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiTdj62hVULBa8C3S6EZiVALLC6h4x2DfPBxWWg1MirbZoVugUx9ETPz49nFaBLBGVw3dLHel2AA97YGjM9rhJxRcMzZFaaltaEXKlTX99XpIwFzlP9HIOP8vCEccpaRYs5PyhSwFh6Ky/s400/gator+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240048490561326290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >In Florida, dog</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > owners know that dogs should not be allowed to swim in </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >water that may be home to alligators. This includes canals, rivers and retention ponds. Alligators have even been found in swimming pools and, last spring, in someone's kitchen. That 8-foot intruder made the evening news - it crawled in through the screen door. <a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/custom/fringe/sfl-0422gatorinkitchen,0,253429.story">Read the story here!</a><br /><br />Alligators migrate in search of new territory, and when they find a place they like, they are determined to stay.</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"></strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Dogs are in more danger from alligators than humans, because the thrashing motion of a swimming dog closely resembles the reptiles' natural prey. A dog is no match for an alligator's expert predatory skills. There are often news stories of pets lost to a gator's jaws when walking too close to the edge of a canal or taking a swim in a marshy area.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Maybe our dog park authorities will call in </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://archives.cnn.com/2002/TECH/science/09/27/critters.gator.catcher/">Tom Hardwick</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, who is often featured on Animal Planet's "Miami Animal Police," snaring ornery gators and other troublesome creatures.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Until the alligator is removed, Booker will stay on dry land and concentrate on the raccoon invasion, real or imagined.</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539482880423441293.post-75830488351928774202008-08-27T10:37:00.012-04:002008-08-27T11:24:35.089-04:00Portrait for the Estate<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Painters have included dogs on their canvases for centuries. Last year's </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.mfah.org/exhibition.asp?par1=1&par2=1&par3=318&par4=1&par5=1&par6=1&par7=&lgc=4&eid=&currentPage=">Best in Show: the Dog in Art from The Renaissance to Today</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > at the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston attempted to "</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="bodytext" >explore the use of dog imagery to illustrate major cultural and social concerns in Western culture." [NOTE: click on <a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.mfah.org/microsites/bestinshow/">VIEW THE SHOW</a>, it is great fun!]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="bodytext" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Animal portraiture was becoming increasingly popular by the beginning of the 18th Century. British animal portraiture reached great heights through the anatomically detailed works of George Stubbs, the naturalism of Thomas Grainsborough, and the romanticism of Sir Edwin Landseer. In the colonial United States, travelling portrait painters, like Amni Phillips, were paid by wealthy families to portray their dogs partaking in everyday life.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFxD9DO4nlOtcc-00XFOT-IZX56n4cxjXhU5Zpo02hveNmVhnZbAZSkKbVfcg_7yoXwYiVS-h_yBibCtCb7sPCRjUGpZ0_9_brEYH59yp54cDYa7FiigYC6tGTIYAzrvgQVuuxj7tFv9K/s1600-h/greyhound.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFxD9DO4nlOtcc-00XFOT-IZX56n4cxjXhU5Zpo02hveNmVhnZbAZSkKbVfcg_7yoXwYiVS-h_yBibCtCb7sPCRjUGpZ0_9_brEYH59yp54cDYa7FiigYC6tGTIYAzrvgQVuuxj7tFv9K/s400/greyhound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239211221133267490" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="bodytext"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We photograph our dogs, collect breed-specific auto decals, mugs, afghans and more. We blog about our dogs. The ultimate expression of how much our dogs mean to us can be captured in custom portraiture, as it has been done for centuries. This lush portrait, <span style="font-weight: bold;">RAINEY</span>, is an incredible work of art created by Sherrie Rose (srosepaints@yahoo.com). She works from photographs and creates manor-worthy pieces in an old-world style. <span style="font-weight: bold;">RAINEY</span> is acrylic on canvas, 48" x 48" unframed. </span><br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10