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Showing posts with label Duke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Duke. Show all posts
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Monday, September 24, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Happy New Year!
We spent a quiet evening for New Years Eve. It was just the 3 of us. Jake decided he would stay up until midnight and countdown with us. He almost didn't make it because most nights come 9pm and he is out for the night. However, he surprised us and actually was able to do it. Here he is cheering with sparkling apple cider at midnight.
and just because, here is a picture of my four-legged-son because it's so cute.
His eyes are closed because of the flash on our camera. It ALWAYS does this and we desperately need to get a new one.
I hope each and every one of you enjoys a very happy and healthy 2012! Wishing for good fortune to you and your family. I'm going with some good ole' fashion New Year Resolutions this year. Let's see if they stick!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
15 minutes
I got 15 minutes to write this post, take a shower, and be ready to play baseball in the front yard before Disney Sing-A-Long is done. Think I can do it?
Jake is raring to go after a warm-up of basketball in the back yard with the older brother. However, Reece is now off to a friend's house for some pre-teen entertainment fun and the hubby is on his way to the office due to tax season. So it's all me today.
Later, I'm thinking a walk to the park for a picnic lunch with the rugrat and the beast.
Have a wonderful Saturday!
UPDATE: I failed miserably. I didn't make it into the shower and got caught up in reading blogs and was jolted by a holler from the other room "Mommy? Are you ready to play baseball?"
Jake is raring to go after a warm-up of basketball in the back yard with the older brother. However, Reece is now off to a friend's house for some pre-teen entertainment fun and the hubby is on his way to the office due to tax season. So it's all me today.
Later, I'm thinking a walk to the park for a picnic lunch with the rugrat and the beast.
Have a wonderful Saturday!
UPDATE: I failed miserably. I didn't make it into the shower and got caught up in reading blogs and was jolted by a holler from the other room "Mommy? Are you ready to play baseball?"
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Man's Best Friend
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Sure of course! Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.’ The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
Puzzled, the man thought a moment and after a few minutes decided to head back toward the road and continue the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' the man answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Sure of course! Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.’ The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
Puzzled, the man thought a moment and after a few minutes decided to head back toward the road and continue the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' the man answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
What I tell ya...that's a good dog!
I could swear I heard Duke say, "Are you kidding me?"
Checking blood pressure...
Checking his ears...
Doctor said, "Boo boo is all betta."
There is not a chance in the world Pebbles would have let the rugrat do this to her. Change is good, a little bittersweet, but good!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Change
clickety-clack...clickety-clack...clickety clack…
down the hall to the office…back up the hall to the family room…down the hall to the office…back up the hall to the family room…down the hall….
This is the sound our 80lb lab/shepherd makes on the floors as he roams the house not being able to decide if he wants to be in the office with mom or the family room with dad. Decide already! If he were a girl dog I swear I would paint those nails. Hot pink.
The last post and the event that took place made me really sad. Took. Me. Down. That cat was the first animal I had from the time she was a baby to the end of her life. I got her because of my love for animals and was only able to get a cat because I lived in an apartment that would not accept a dog. I was just about to turn 21 when I got her. My-oh-my how things have changed, which brings me back to the clickety-clack…
Change. The house, not apartment, in which I live is my first as a homeowner, purchased in 2005 just in time to experience the market plummet…ahhhh…the pleasures of owning a home! So what do dog lovers do when they buy their first house? Get a dog! However, we were not purposely looking for one. This one kind of landed on our doorstep. I remember when we got him I thought about how things were changing. We were getting a dog, not a cat. (Note: We still have two more cats. I know, I know...crazy, yes, whole other story). I remember thinking…at some point he will be the only animal in the house and good thing too because he’s like another child. His poops are the size of the cats themselves, he sheds unlike any other animal I’ve ever known, smells ever so sweetly of dirty grass and whatever fun loving smell he has decided to roll around in, and decided very early on that the loveseat would be his throne. Which I might add is now continuously covered with a sheet that is changed every so often due to his saliva making pant and spit spewing bark which conveniently splatters across the front window. Nice.
On the other hand – Not only is he one of the most handsome dogs I know, he is so sweet, extremely happy-go-lucky, considerably well behaved, has the cutest tail which curls up in a fluffy spray, and prances cheerfully while following you everywhere. He is great with kids and lets the rugrat grab his paws, pull his ear, tail, nose, whiskers, and hold his snout to kiss him on the lips. The rugrat will casually drape his arm over Duke’s neck and say, “Duke is my brover.” In addition, he’s an awesome guard dog and will bark ferociously at any and all coming to the house. If he’s really riled his fur will rise in a cool looking mohawk all the way down his back while barking, growling, and snorting like something out of Jurassic Park. This flagrant display of territorialism makes any stranger decide against entering the gate. However, I would be curious to know if Duke’s personal password is simply a hotdog.
Change. That’s what it is. Change.
I can hear my mom now…the only thing in life that is constant is change…
down the hall to the office…back up the hall to the family room…down the hall to the office…back up the hall to the family room…down the hall….
This is the sound our 80lb lab/shepherd makes on the floors as he roams the house not being able to decide if he wants to be in the office with mom or the family room with dad. Decide already! If he were a girl dog I swear I would paint those nails. Hot pink.
The last post and the event that took place made me really sad. Took. Me. Down. That cat was the first animal I had from the time she was a baby to the end of her life. I got her because of my love for animals and was only able to get a cat because I lived in an apartment that would not accept a dog. I was just about to turn 21 when I got her. My-oh-my how things have changed, which brings me back to the clickety-clack…
Change. The house, not apartment, in which I live is my first as a homeowner, purchased in 2005 just in time to experience the market plummet…ahhhh…the pleasures of owning a home! So what do dog lovers do when they buy their first house? Get a dog! However, we were not purposely looking for one. This one kind of landed on our doorstep. I remember when we got him I thought about how things were changing. We were getting a dog, not a cat. (Note: We still have two more cats. I know, I know...crazy, yes, whole other story). I remember thinking…at some point he will be the only animal in the house and good thing too because he’s like another child. His poops are the size of the cats themselves, he sheds unlike any other animal I’ve ever known, smells ever so sweetly of dirty grass and whatever fun loving smell he has decided to roll around in, and decided very early on that the loveseat would be his throne. Which I might add is now continuously covered with a sheet that is changed every so often due to his saliva making pant and spit spewing bark which conveniently splatters across the front window. Nice.
On the other hand – Not only is he one of the most handsome dogs I know, he is so sweet, extremely happy-go-lucky, considerably well behaved, has the cutest tail which curls up in a fluffy spray, and prances cheerfully while following you everywhere. He is great with kids and lets the rugrat grab his paws, pull his ear, tail, nose, whiskers, and hold his snout to kiss him on the lips. The rugrat will casually drape his arm over Duke’s neck and say, “Duke is my brover.” In addition, he’s an awesome guard dog and will bark ferociously at any and all coming to the house. If he’s really riled his fur will rise in a cool looking mohawk all the way down his back while barking, growling, and snorting like something out of Jurassic Park. This flagrant display of territorialism makes any stranger decide against entering the gate. However, I would be curious to know if Duke’s personal password is simply a hotdog.
Change. That’s what it is. Change.
I can hear my mom now…the only thing in life that is constant is change…
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