tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35826200956394380432024-03-05T20:02:14.135-05:00The Amazing Adventures of OscarmanA blog about our shih tzu / lhasa apso.Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-43368727354294097942009-05-08T21:46:00.002-04:002009-05-08T21:48:41.521-04:00My Heart is All A-TwitterGuess what y'all? I'm on Twitter now! Please check out <a href="http://twitter.com/oscarhull">my account</a> and follow meeee!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBJFLIJXhAbzZb3kWL2c9v3hLluUajG0CfYl48RNMi7X2uyz0uBprDIJC9brTuTYiSA1ZFz3zIm2ArihYxMI_3xuwRENeT8ba-pzNMDsMdCYZwRZ9RRBfwBHKuyxYDZSqy6gi-KNjt4RY/s1600-h/Oscar+Twitter.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBJFLIJXhAbzZb3kWL2c9v3hLluUajG0CfYl48RNMi7X2uyz0uBprDIJC9brTuTYiSA1ZFz3zIm2ArihYxMI_3xuwRENeT8ba-pzNMDsMdCYZwRZ9RRBfwBHKuyxYDZSqy6gi-KNjt4RY/s320/Oscar+Twitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333635000909488130" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-51370791868090295472009-04-14T22:18:00.002-04:002009-04-14T22:27:08.211-04:00Easter Weekend at Grandma and Grandpa Hull'sLife is tough for a little man because there ain't no Easter bunny in my world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeKzSs-OxjG_mlDJcm_bhKYtgYyvQg21C3bBu7LAYE9eUnoE1e3UaPirh5_3R-q-BXSrMGJpCgWBohRNSKQJSEcsiFIIu55C_vCmK9Y6ncagSRUeOSZ0khGFSjLdqKC1QsC9rYS11RKQi/s1600-h/Oscar+in+Tunkhannock+005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeKzSs-OxjG_mlDJcm_bhKYtgYyvQg21C3bBu7LAYE9eUnoE1e3UaPirh5_3R-q-BXSrMGJpCgWBohRNSKQJSEcsiFIIu55C_vCmK9Y6ncagSRUeOSZ0khGFSjLdqKC1QsC9rYS11RKQi/s320/Oscar+in+Tunkhannock+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324736932786180898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We had a long car ride on a long and windy road that made me barf a few times despite the Dramamine my parents gave me beforehand. I was so excited to get out of the car!<br /><br />Then I spent the night jumping on Grandma's head. I was trying to say, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!!"<br /><br />But Grandma was not amused.<br /><br />Then the power went out in the middle of the night, and my little room was pitch black. I hate the dark! Especially since I started reading the <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Saga-Collection-Stephenie-Meyer/dp/0316031844/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1239762396&sr=1-2">Twilight</a> series with Mom, and am now scared of vampires jumping out at me.<br /><br />So I howled and howled until Grandma woke up to see what the commotion was all about. She felt bad for me, so she shined a flashlight beam into my room, which made me feel sooo much better.<br /><br />Needless to say, after a night like that, I was feeling wiped out the next day. So I spent most of Saturday just bummin' around on my blanket.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyK9o0GhOkoajy7T_qTT9EebGxsVETsQ18h0umxwk_P8rkpGyiDbL8ZHHrBAqTp8CzpnDmyNXa2HCcAo4EiJHyQ5o7lTStoLFgAHuXzX4Q7ed0HGt0sgGT_8HPEDn02WJE2yzyWHznViZ/s1600-h/Oscar+in+Tunkhannock+006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyK9o0GhOkoajy7T_qTT9EebGxsVETsQ18h0umxwk_P8rkpGyiDbL8ZHHrBAqTp8CzpnDmyNXa2HCcAo4EiJHyQ5o7lTStoLFgAHuXzX4Q7ed0HGt0sgGT_8HPEDn02WJE2yzyWHznViZ/s320/Oscar+in+Tunkhannock+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324737111466189922" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-40775600788797098872008-11-25T19:43:00.003-05:002008-11-25T19:53:21.206-05:00Playing with DadDad is so fun to play with. He does this thing with my little mat where he puts it over my head so that the whole world is dark. And then he tosses my mat so that I have to go run and fetch it. It's sooooo fun! You might not think that's very fun, but it's sure entertaining for a little guy like me.<br /><br />Well folks, it's almost Thanksgiving and I'm very excited! I'm sure there will be lots of treats for me over the next few days. Have a happy Thanksgiving!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7z5vrMGzysaMh58hsPn-Gc6VNSkawNwbuPfoH-YlGWmOwVVzXE79XIEv1jedECWipFEk3I5Zp-m2X5szU6vxiuUYEiparV88UP5mE4OQJVZ-I_K3q8XwSBuKdY-dglht1LlJagaDIv7v/s1600-h/11-21-08+012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7z5vrMGzysaMh58hsPn-Gc6VNSkawNwbuPfoH-YlGWmOwVVzXE79XIEv1jedECWipFEk3I5Zp-m2X5szU6vxiuUYEiparV88UP5mE4OQJVZ-I_K3q8XwSBuKdY-dglht1LlJagaDIv7v/s320/11-21-08+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272761097169537986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHasydkJYa7FQkEFDJ0OGdDijCeFQWemBQX95enED9jYs9ap9vYEKxPeiRerEQdpjxHWLiTZaO1uJKjE5qVNuvIe7trncS6pW9-ffwpvMI4tP_g1B68sDC_5R_u8B6q05ryGzk4IcTUoP/s1600-h/11-21-08+010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHasydkJYa7FQkEFDJ0OGdDijCeFQWemBQX95enED9jYs9ap9vYEKxPeiRerEQdpjxHWLiTZaO1uJKjE5qVNuvIe7trncS6pW9-ffwpvMI4tP_g1B68sDC_5R_u8B6q05ryGzk4IcTUoP/s320/11-21-08+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272760856248432514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvOjX38QN6n6q0oF4H9601aOZFS6PqpJEKgyno7kqDqsZxTpZ_0_MVNroIwbD-KsF6RHKilKq7_5tjC2K5KQZtWwselDtYluK8tQGQZVczRruCiDQ2JwviVHJ9yEP2Xo7NdE8wv9Oj1J8/s1600-h/11-21-08+014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvOjX38QN6n6q0oF4H9601aOZFS6PqpJEKgyno7kqDqsZxTpZ_0_MVNroIwbD-KsF6RHKilKq7_5tjC2K5KQZtWwselDtYluK8tQGQZVczRruCiDQ2JwviVHJ9yEP2Xo7NdE8wv9Oj1J8/s320/11-21-08+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272760600411285922" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-50139343759293363072008-11-21T22:39:00.004-05:002008-11-21T22:50:01.954-05:00Whaaaat?You never heard of finding a comfy spot?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmzJWIkph_tRoXljxCv232Jz36Qg_WEKFRnqTLet4lnizOsXBHcBtKLC993cfL_tvdVqrIYiRRwAOrw7nwKrH1diQIRq_fxdwQ3d6hEbl9jwU8YTF4SyvqQRcsfw4HnTTHGwvN7hkl8d_/s1600-h/11-21-08+002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmzJWIkph_tRoXljxCv232Jz36Qg_WEKFRnqTLet4lnizOsXBHcBtKLC993cfL_tvdVqrIYiRRwAOrw7nwKrH1diQIRq_fxdwQ3d6hEbl9jwU8YTF4SyvqQRcsfw4HnTTHGwvN7hkl8d_/s320/11-21-08+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271321744496475826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mom and Dad keep their blankets in a basket that they put on top of their ugly chair so that I don't pee on the chair.<br /><br />Me? Pee on a chair? Never.<br /><br />(Ha.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5YjRVKn359LNK0_TcDcgs76OOleQYqYfZQoys-dNdROUuzYPJeLk3L-SP7EtV1VIhgjRU2RafYXJyEmkYZPUgCSRYsBdeQ2oObWrSjD4WF2h4SdnRjQOrinIsKS33giojv7m9bo3ThFh/s1600-h/11-21-08+005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5YjRVKn359LNK0_TcDcgs76OOleQYqYfZQoys-dNdROUuzYPJeLk3L-SP7EtV1VIhgjRU2RafYXJyEmkYZPUgCSRYsBdeQ2oObWrSjD4WF2h4SdnRjQOrinIsKS33giojv7m9bo3ThFh/s320/11-21-08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271321986737529410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ah, I have to admit. Life is good when you're looking down at the world from this vantage point. So this is what it's like to be a short man! Sure beats being a short dog that's for sure.<br /><br />By the way, I hope you're not looking up into my nostrils. I forgot to clip my nose hairs this morning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPmiiD7qXB8pKoYgdJpVXkr4Ul_6sw06_pxdt3x2E0NzO3IHyEe112miPe1eaE86kvHkVHig7ibZl3QpDyhJVj-pxfgVqW7xXqeuzEc4r-VLuFaihPkTWijwdK_C9GuYReeDxoiLgTqJ6/s1600-h/11-21-08+009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPmiiD7qXB8pKoYgdJpVXkr4Ul_6sw06_pxdt3x2E0NzO3IHyEe112miPe1eaE86kvHkVHig7ibZl3QpDyhJVj-pxfgVqW7xXqeuzEc4r-VLuFaihPkTWijwdK_C9GuYReeDxoiLgTqJ6/s320/11-21-08+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271322304921606562" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-21228057237801084902008-11-15T23:35:00.000-05:002008-11-15T23:35:30.032-05:00Peace Out My Brother From Another MotherAll you need is love<br />All you need is love, love<br />Love is all you need...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9v01DVlftAb2zeSvyV4ZJVmG_lIRGKi2Itvq6k_13i_XSEjgiEEWOXdShum6DgGXTafViOjQYmWqh3Gti63tOVfLW2srkxsyvmFSc0an12c-9_W1UM8-NV95dcjlFMF4sj10eLmamzmOp/s1600-h/11-08-08+026.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9v01DVlftAb2zeSvyV4ZJVmG_lIRGKi2Itvq6k_13i_XSEjgiEEWOXdShum6DgGXTafViOjQYmWqh3Gti63tOVfLW2srkxsyvmFSc0an12c-9_W1UM8-NV95dcjlFMF4sj10eLmamzmOp/s320/11-08-08+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267736391528119218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...or whatevs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQPcN9rKyL1oNLEDrXcMnjb1CfWBHgC3WDeIQTcvtZGlHQG6QxGTAap7GV6KoTGKJowWl3WeFZpLRxcuSw42Pt4RfLMxPCiTH3Jc4z3rxeErIPZesdmxd9md4T0W4L29dWDRhy1m3Is6q/s1600-h/11-08-08+024.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQPcN9rKyL1oNLEDrXcMnjb1CfWBHgC3WDeIQTcvtZGlHQG6QxGTAap7GV6KoTGKJowWl3WeFZpLRxcuSw42Pt4RfLMxPCiTH3Jc4z3rxeErIPZesdmxd9md4T0W4L29dWDRhy1m3Is6q/s320/11-08-08+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267736256037222770" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-87251474111588896372008-11-12T06:43:00.003-05:002008-11-12T09:44:19.486-05:00Mom and MeOh man, my head looks big here. Mom is engrossed in reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Wife-Novel-Curtis-Sittenfeld/dp/1400064759">American Wife</a> for her book club. They're meeting tomorrow, so she is putting the pedal to the metal!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQelNH4sO9_UjjHmxi67yhcS1-oa-m5a7_3bDLETZMrfDYQ5yd_e0q_-QsUpUCAirlyJ5peOHoCmdn6BzR84R4E7zIV-zaUhewYyO2KYxKU9avMTKTsJBvNu6kjT7nfWXQXgr0pJiJlFk/s1600-h/11-08-08+028.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQelNH4sO9_UjjHmxi67yhcS1-oa-m5a7_3bDLETZMrfDYQ5yd_e0q_-QsUpUCAirlyJ5peOHoCmdn6BzR84R4E7zIV-zaUhewYyO2KYxKU9avMTKTsJBvNu6kjT7nfWXQXgr0pJiJlFk/s320/11-08-08+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267735527079529602" border="0"></a><br /><br />Mom finally decided to take a break to take a picture with me. Here I am! Her favorite son. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Wnbkc_RI-FQQUeFsOitUYjRA0AcpSiOMa-5uGjmG6nBUpnwTY8Tij92kcaZ2lJhNF9pnNcmh8jJ1zWISx1w_-FPSIvUOAwEbd7L9afgP8lNhpKMj7uxRcW66eXJ-IjvWhFGctBrJHFar/s1600-h/11-08-08+029.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Wnbkc_RI-FQQUeFsOitUYjRA0AcpSiOMa-5uGjmG6nBUpnwTY8Tij92kcaZ2lJhNF9pnNcmh8jJ1zWISx1w_-FPSIvUOAwEbd7L9afgP8lNhpKMj7uxRcW66eXJ-IjvWhFGctBrJHFar/s320/11-08-08+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267735669311554626" border="0"></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-79865017821936445302008-11-11T14:42:00.001-05:002008-11-11T14:44:24.537-05:00Bump in the NightSometimes I hear strange noises outside our house. A dog walking by (oooh, I hate other dogs walking by my turf!), or the sirens going off at the fire station, or teenagers outside the house. That's when I perk up to see what's going on. Mom and Dad are trusting me, so I do everything in my little doggy power to protect the house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VcuC00k6OI-RH-oJq010DSIefMN4X3QE3zbj38I893mFIDNqhmgrs0A523oKYyEo9fQlqX8yL1nCPl1yvcEI_7tT0s84ayyRS5npcnNQRze03M7ljlJkOU4fD80adESDGbqcRm0qX8xY/s1600-h/11-08-08+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266850753423896050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VcuC00k6OI-RH-oJq010DSIefMN4X3QE3zbj38I893mFIDNqhmgrs0A523oKYyEo9fQlqX8yL1nCPl1yvcEI_7tT0s84ayyRS5npcnNQRze03M7ljlJkOU4fD80adESDGbqcRm0qX8xY/s320/11-08-08+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After perking my ears up and checking it out, I decided that we were all safe. So I nestled back onto Dad's belly and checked out for the night. Tee hee hee.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6sUTGoQbMbEkWyEmdqUO7yAKmO8-h9m5AswprNd4vg6LEK27kyegktritOnuibPpbrZgTlB-NOEoBTAYv8HjoVrA_oJWM7zHKa3CFr6NpYPZeT0Wt3bNK0AAoN-fT2RbNMPnH9ePOjFb/s1600-h/11-08-08+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266851057124910338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6sUTGoQbMbEkWyEmdqUO7yAKmO8-h9m5AswprNd4vg6LEK27kyegktritOnuibPpbrZgTlB-NOEoBTAYv8HjoVrA_oJWM7zHKa3CFr6NpYPZeT0Wt3bNK0AAoN-fT2RbNMPnH9ePOjFb/s320/11-08-08+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HI3liUoyV92UW6_yw75R5KBL8OTNm_kpRSDzjDtD7AbRt3xuMQXo0HhLRjrGaGVFg9kJIgomUmnotemLiWNjcE7az6IO-GO2yNEaDADFJjflyUgZjyTT-f3nM0EtJYAjJYND7sXNaK3E/s1600-h/11-08-08+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266852139972169154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HI3liUoyV92UW6_yw75R5KBL8OTNm_kpRSDzjDtD7AbRt3xuMQXo0HhLRjrGaGVFg9kJIgomUmnotemLiWNjcE7az6IO-GO2yNEaDADFJjflyUgZjyTT-f3nM0EtJYAjJYND7sXNaK3E/s320/11-08-08+025.jpg" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-17969927034897983822008-11-10T09:00:00.000-05:002008-11-10T09:00:00.341-05:00My Austin Powers Impression<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHltZ0zWHbbc3LLp533E0rjyly2kl-TeoG7pgN4BiUW-3k3BoAQUt5v3HrKwRRVGFLnzNFyQ2PcKe7rt7Mkb-nZQCckcDCW_AdJTMjqiszEzZLmpgcee39pgVz41Ryoy2RB1cPsuII7aSF/s1600-h/11-08-08+017.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHltZ0zWHbbc3LLp533E0rjyly2kl-TeoG7pgN4BiUW-3k3BoAQUt5v3HrKwRRVGFLnzNFyQ2PcKe7rt7Mkb-nZQCckcDCW_AdJTMjqiszEzZLmpgcee39pgVz41Ryoy2RB1cPsuII7aSF/s320/11-08-08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266850168874676914" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-35033698195545468682008-11-08T15:55:00.010-05:002008-11-08T16:14:46.668-05:00Saturday Mornings are my FavoriteI love Saturdays because both Dad <span style="font-style: italic;">and </span>Mom are home all day with me. But what I hate is that it takes them soooo long to wake up. That means I gotta hold the bladder for a couple hours longer than I'm accustomed to. And worst yet, it means I have to wait longer to get my breakfast!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDCuHeKBtr9Zk5tE6p1nYj6nlapQEBsdjaUq-UnwjCigkUv7eU5NPdnR6STUU7FQTwzaoaV3v_9bLoTZT4oYQzcIbJDNX4eVtY0bkpl3irZGHnGMHveb01SlduoBVHo9AIdNC8A4VaZaY/s1600-h/11-08-08+003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDCuHeKBtr9Zk5tE6p1nYj6nlapQEBsdjaUq-UnwjCigkUv7eU5NPdnR6STUU7FQTwzaoaV3v_9bLoTZT4oYQzcIbJDNX4eVtY0bkpl3irZGHnGMHveb01SlduoBVHo9AIdNC8A4VaZaY/s320/11-08-08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266393521238844994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mom and Dad sleep upstairs, and I sleep downstairs in the living room. They have a fence that they put up so that I can't get upstairs. Wah. So all I can do is whine and wait for them to notice me. Here I am waiting for Dad to come downstairs and take me out for my morning pee 'n poo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExtfzWVXkt6pB1b1xvfCgaCIgYtXKhO6h1G7EJNRSJKL6fY7nZjInCrjREou4bPBjujBffKpGLKvaENZi9xS8dEO63pRV_4GE9WzbaZCgIxWFstTFxt3ApUsZU517Fjpw3xebxuk_d_CP/s1600-h/11-08-08+005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExtfzWVXkt6pB1b1xvfCgaCIgYtXKhO6h1G7EJNRSJKL6fY7nZjInCrjREou4bPBjujBffKpGLKvaENZi9xS8dEO63pRV_4GE9WzbaZCgIxWFstTFxt3ApUsZU517Fjpw3xebxuk_d_CP/s320/11-08-08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266393752840566882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Once the insides get cleaned out, it's time to eat! I keep my eye on Dad very, very closely. You never know, blink and it may be gone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWJYzio0S6RAwEhaiMlCB5DamSl_vG14PAyGPqsbswmlv_MyEaxH9JbysqGHSWgUt8zjzBRYUKfxcI2Lwyele9dh10xKHfK9Q6gN1f_mSPOELvKbTQLpfA-zFZfl7vJvG9PoRcvSEGech/s1600-h/11-08-08+007+v2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWJYzio0S6RAwEhaiMlCB5DamSl_vG14PAyGPqsbswmlv_MyEaxH9JbysqGHSWgUt8zjzBRYUKfxcI2Lwyele9dh10xKHfK9Q6gN1f_mSPOELvKbTQLpfA-zFZfl7vJvG9PoRcvSEGech/s320/11-08-08+007+v2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266394978355506610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wnSiu4PfkzYCiLEu2Yt22a05Tyrrw_Ton0rqNRP-1KNtJufVGtcosCj4dqdIfAjJIH4KRQCqcdF3os5Yt8d4UPHzes1pSLbZVQKmqDJmPnbDDdPxbcJcTsX7yQiUV3AZfWs-BJz-iAaU/s1600-h/11-08-08+009+v2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wnSiu4PfkzYCiLEu2Yt22a05Tyrrw_Ton0rqNRP-1KNtJufVGtcosCj4dqdIfAjJIH4KRQCqcdF3os5Yt8d4UPHzes1pSLbZVQKmqDJmPnbDDdPxbcJcTsX7yQiUV3AZfWs-BJz-iAaU/s320/11-08-08+009+v2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266395272101868978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Once Dad gives me the signal, then I can finally eat. Yummmmm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBr9gH6U_2YRxaOh70mkU-WVhvQF47iPyHpOOzmNwA4cpTTi0gD-9l0L9MGgg9YMqy05cGep3Vl83Kq7gFGzLyhMEg6iwwxhxC8Cs9Af3618feVkJD5aYZneAx2K4_Xmqqb3nnUzl_7wh/s1600-h/11-08-08+010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBr9gH6U_2YRxaOh70mkU-WVhvQF47iPyHpOOzmNwA4cpTTi0gD-9l0L9MGgg9YMqy05cGep3Vl83Kq7gFGzLyhMEg6iwwxhxC8Cs9Af3618feVkJD5aYZneAx2K4_Xmqqb3nnUzl_7wh/s320/11-08-08+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266396162956491106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglT8hawOO3fNhR054Qsqf1FgKPEtna6VVs8pbzJb5u8eSE75B6u8G1wpulwF0T48E6M7XOtBfc9v9ck6kXzNAnIs3ug3uB-nhV-K_IkHIeXfG8Kfx3mwwSlp_hki1R-FGAqoiU577ap9xz/s1600-h/11-08-08+012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglT8hawOO3fNhR054Qsqf1FgKPEtna6VVs8pbzJb5u8eSE75B6u8G1wpulwF0T48E6M7XOtBfc9v9ck6kXzNAnIs3ug3uB-nhV-K_IkHIeXfG8Kfx3mwwSlp_hki1R-FGAqoiU577ap9xz/s320/11-08-08+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266396426965169906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And then once I finish my breakfast (which I always do anyway), I get a special treat: a Dentastix! They clean my teeth and help freshen my breath, but I think they just taste plain delish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGutiU98hrNzGfwf5ytRLg5B74kgseueUIkd3KkJ4qqqT8eS6ylp256hxRKJH63wLh7opoazr9BoXYEUkufPe6n2emJeaXxvhA6QQf3w66q_S0qnlPGc-0ZuSupFIlTqkwFZ9YgzdcfgY/s1600-h/11-08-08+013.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGutiU98hrNzGfwf5ytRLg5B74kgseueUIkd3KkJ4qqqT8eS6ylp256hxRKJH63wLh7opoazr9BoXYEUkufPe6n2emJeaXxvhA6QQf3w66q_S0qnlPGc-0ZuSupFIlTqkwFZ9YgzdcfgY/s320/11-08-08+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266396641727741234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_gkvxKM3pVMnJqsSCd69lrRg6czhUNtubxC_M3MkThuI8dY0Bc5EB8eDvR18dKOpgFN-A1uFI5w802pdusDwyPiGd-PYKokle0XS7r2YMFN2rrJCHHJ7dX4C1GIB45phjym2ZHfASBbh/s1600-h/11-08-08+014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_gkvxKM3pVMnJqsSCd69lrRg6czhUNtubxC_M3MkThuI8dY0Bc5EB8eDvR18dKOpgFN-A1uFI5w802pdusDwyPiGd-PYKokle0XS7r2YMFN2rrJCHHJ7dX4C1GIB45phjym2ZHfASBbh/s320/11-08-08+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266397398739620050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Once I finish my morning ritual, I go lie on the couch all day. Today, I actually slept in my crate in the morning while Mom made soap and Dad painted the coffee table. It was a rainy morning perfect for just lazing around, something I do best.Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-28077425723485172992008-11-05T18:47:00.009-05:002008-11-05T19:12:36.162-05:00Good Morning ConnecticutMom and Dad have finally given up and let me sit on the couch. Hallelujah, I have broken them down! So now, I get the best night's sleep I've ever gotten in my entire life...on premium Bob's leather.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NenTzivn7BF0WegARgCwVHrTUVjq0iP6sWfhfB-JD6qA8hs39OCKWP3GzaD_uuz-RQOZeBtwJ1qwSsx5BPYMbK3TDkRJT65br6SBKIh97JwMwY5pIM-PNANpSglYHRQBSG5OGEr1qRzP/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NenTzivn7BF0WegARgCwVHrTUVjq0iP6sWfhfB-JD6qA8hs39OCKWP3GzaD_uuz-RQOZeBtwJ1qwSsx5BPYMbK3TDkRJT65br6SBKIh97JwMwY5pIM-PNANpSglYHRQBSG5OGEr1qRzP/s320/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265325074887528258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mom and Dad kept me up late last night watching the election. That explains the mild bags underneath my eyes. However, I'm glad that Obama won. I'm excited to see what change he will bring, including, I hope, the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of milkbones for all American canines.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-tMgtJM6CmhjFx6OS19nGZew-njdpy4LBKt1dTuUKRgnrQspMEZvhvUj6sv4Lq5dRG5x0b0oAQZob-UF3S6ud5vLnsCZthuXbbmZcUohyphenhyphengoD1ZIn9W-6sPDwg8HYseggLagU5i3JmFyz/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-tMgtJM6CmhjFx6OS19nGZew-njdpy4LBKt1dTuUKRgnrQspMEZvhvUj6sv4Lq5dRG5x0b0oAQZob-UF3S6ud5vLnsCZthuXbbmZcUohyphenhyphengoD1ZIn9W-6sPDwg8HYseggLagU5i3JmFyz/s320/DSC01075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265324865484332482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUi62UDcM-E_PDiJiMUkMZ0-wjQYzSMOU8PUpt_zycb3qlDTFarNGpjROX3_1TVE05bdSXPYu6CK5IIrC_Q-dW2LfCJ70pqlg1nCvoSQ7X1Y13aToMxFLkv0XYqDQF7DoIGyTlOy1Ne-1/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUi62UDcM-E_PDiJiMUkMZ0-wjQYzSMOU8PUpt_zycb3qlDTFarNGpjROX3_1TVE05bdSXPYu6CK5IIrC_Q-dW2LfCJ70pqlg1nCvoSQ7X1Y13aToMxFLkv0XYqDQF7DoIGyTlOy1Ne-1/s320/DSC01077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265324627749902066" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well, since Mom woke me up so early this morning, she took me for my morning pee and poo. As you can see, it was a beautiful Fall day outside. Don't you think the fiery foliage really complements my golden locks? I'm so handsome.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSKYHWSocJ2kjZAakTx5eHq1BYtTG5XWuiH1H59ffYZABj7-xpl4OsPf6Tf6A5DyLv-L4s9BdmuiOBw43bC80BYZeYTeBsvGjVXPNlYXRDXNIn8V4UexKHVJTnDuCv4BPlWMUyHLo_QrI/s1600-h/DSC01082+cropped.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSKYHWSocJ2kjZAakTx5eHq1BYtTG5XWuiH1H59ffYZABj7-xpl4OsPf6Tf6A5DyLv-L4s9BdmuiOBw43bC80BYZeYTeBsvGjVXPNlYXRDXNIn8V4UexKHVJTnDuCv4BPlWMUyHLo_QrI/s320/DSC01082+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265330245996089666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1sgezSC1pJE-6aUt-T7H8W1LjpyCUfkXYPjfobFxWWc9i-e2xoEVTtdSPBVe-yRQRqnCZiVG1D3n-iUSSLb1hWHfLwHNKndnb7pFoz54TYnub-yqIk5gElvb2Abo0OCnO0IE-ImhuYhYE/s1600-h/DSC01083+cropped.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1sgezSC1pJE-6aUt-T7H8W1LjpyCUfkXYPjfobFxWWc9i-e2xoEVTtdSPBVe-yRQRqnCZiVG1D3n-iUSSLb1hWHfLwHNKndnb7pFoz54TYnub-yqIk5gElvb2Abo0OCnO0IE-ImhuYhYE/s320/DSC01083+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265329755182300738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ah yes, there I am below marking my territory and putting forth an impressive display of my male virility. Roarrrrrr....(catches breath)....arrrrr<span style="font-size:85%;">rrrr</span><span style="font-size:78%;">rrrrrrr</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UQGDpP109mE2_20Xr-uj8sn5_XQTsabAM1n_bqiUiorPIzJo9tBP3i5HLH3M_bT1TLatSzPQkkfxm4AUTrbpvhm0kfNfhtSRWtNZ0gUN7RVENgba1sP-Ifpn0qSbQlC8YWgMvzY4vxN9/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UQGDpP109mE2_20Xr-uj8sn5_XQTsabAM1n_bqiUiorPIzJo9tBP3i5HLH3M_bT1TLatSzPQkkfxm4AUTrbpvhm0kfNfhtSRWtNZ0gUN7RVENgba1sP-Ifpn0qSbQlC8YWgMvzY4vxN9/s320/DSC01081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265325342829221682" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-44217668485837316962008-11-04T20:20:00.007-05:002008-11-04T20:37:26.214-05:00Bath Time StinksI've been having some major issues with my skin these past couple of weeks. Most of the hair on my legs has turned dark brown because of all the licking that I've been doing trying to soothe my poor, irritated skin. This happened around the same time last year, so I'm wondering if it's a seasonal allergy type thing.<br /><br />Either way, Mom and Dad have taken it into their own hands to give me regular baths now, using special medicated shampoo from the vet. It sucks!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRGPByJdIUIvyCAckZHqJLhpq5oas_wxzYWzPyDcSwTvJqa8JyMzvWz1yD4XUcIwrFIlsQQPU8Ykz7bNW1wWcxWcsAgPDovGxXr-m7dZTJiqFIpdmyVYrE3fDuP1kyGDFss5CxGSn3LmC/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRGPByJdIUIvyCAckZHqJLhpq5oas_wxzYWzPyDcSwTvJqa8JyMzvWz1yD4XUcIwrFIlsQQPU8Ykz7bNW1wWcxWcsAgPDovGxXr-m7dZTJiqFIpdmyVYrE3fDuP1kyGDFss5CxGSn3LmC/s320/DSC01058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264978122088206834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here I am shivering my butt off in the tub. Thankfully Mom and Dad only washed my legs here, so at least part of me wasn't freezing cold. But they did make me stay in the tub for 10 whole minutes to let the shampoo set in.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeB0vGA-EQ-Z4J1DOvdA_RgPMYAnlBoAOjR4Uwy4zwqcKzhbHUUdVcALzNqfqq083miOYVYCMyhV4tYDtNNLOKveI63884lPVRyrkPv_npcMeDRhUPXwDrUCuCa0ackRiaOt2SpLV8c2g/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeB0vGA-EQ-Z4J1DOvdA_RgPMYAnlBoAOjR4Uwy4zwqcKzhbHUUdVcALzNqfqq083miOYVYCMyhV4tYDtNNLOKveI63884lPVRyrkPv_npcMeDRhUPXwDrUCuCa0ackRiaOt2SpLV8c2g/s320/DSC01061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264979075137743794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Poor me. Sigh.<br /><br />When I was finally rinsed off and allowed out of the tub (sweet freedom), I ran around the first floor like a mad man. Something about water just makes me go nuts. I do the same thing if I've been out in the rain too. Mom and Dad find it very amusing, but really, I'm just trying to dry myself out. Duhhhhh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4TuAod8rwU3hS6rMOLkKi00gu6tqpDyWzTCZM78axllA7WWYRbu0xGUkSfIOuEnpff82XWVRdFlvbgQ6NouI4_gy3ZrpC5zKiXibNMxElE8rVrFdamlip8WnZaGsFRuNl3gQfF6JbCLh/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4TuAod8rwU3hS6rMOLkKi00gu6tqpDyWzTCZM78axllA7WWYRbu0xGUkSfIOuEnpff82XWVRdFlvbgQ6NouI4_gy3ZrpC5zKiXibNMxElE8rVrFdamlip8WnZaGsFRuNl3gQfF6JbCLh/s320/DSC01064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264979838573611202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioYTc5efR2baOrJVu3b1GM6NNUQU5r1bIX3jiSP8Rp8vQtSGRINOS2hWL8Ps4AzpSAc7dG8ewryCBBcP6_3KpyodnapdcYD9_8vlKwqtbZsMRoKMqDEg7wIux9th7ZaQyD_blk6RR7k1R/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioYTc5efR2baOrJVu3b1GM6NNUQU5r1bIX3jiSP8Rp8vQtSGRINOS2hWL8Ps4AzpSAc7dG8ewryCBBcP6_3KpyodnapdcYD9_8vlKwqtbZsMRoKMqDEg7wIux9th7ZaQyD_blk6RR7k1R/s320/DSC01072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264981038735434882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnpCy6yC8xP3Uy1O7vYyIxpBP_vOoeNjLAM1QDzIG8xaFueGZYwEGeLemOe8riikW5k7SFOvO-Jwgn_k8-nQorMsBBwhqjeAbq3Vm0bwby3kiUmhUbMPWdlPHRtA42UrQ6KDQ-czXybcH/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnpCy6yC8xP3Uy1O7vYyIxpBP_vOoeNjLAM1QDzIG8xaFueGZYwEGeLemOe8riikW5k7SFOvO-Jwgn_k8-nQorMsBBwhqjeAbq3Vm0bwby3kiUmhUbMPWdlPHRtA42UrQ6KDQ-czXybcH/s320/DSC01068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980735595228530" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-10760916773874903932008-10-31T20:58:00.003-04:002008-10-31T21:16:01.333-04:00Halloween Adventures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAFz5_zFRg10Gsvt1GVamjtecJMlBSoinoRm0gEzKQZxWd0tb7DX57h_6Edh-mpTCHKskDu31y2I_ExZO2pcFNquL9YVPTVcuMQDzMQD1FU5fj2IZtxnzv5hlauSQn9ZwJOCI2Lu2njlL/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAFz5_zFRg10Gsvt1GVamjtecJMlBSoinoRm0gEzKQZxWd0tb7DX57h_6Edh-mpTCHKskDu31y2I_ExZO2pcFNquL9YVPTVcuMQDzMQD1FU5fj2IZtxnzv5hlauSQn9ZwJOCI2Lu2njlL/s320/DSC01053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263487620138115538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Bluh. Halloween is so overrated. Mom recycled my costume from last year. When I saw Mom walking towards me earlier tonight with that maniacal grin on her face, costume in hand, I turned tail and ran. Oh man, I booked it. But Mom was too fast. And now I'm an Oscar Meyer weiner for Halloween...again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEXJaOCJ8V_e0BjfkWpIzTKR5HWrsJt_PAFHnm9uOSDvtCR4VnU_Fbtcq7nwtgtkXfUyqbmlUEMjs8dUcz68EPmOzya6z2fj29purYKRZH4I580ITDX60PICegf63OwVZZ-CncLzN2SiL/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEXJaOCJ8V_e0BjfkWpIzTKR5HWrsJt_PAFHnm9uOSDvtCR4VnU_Fbtcq7nwtgtkXfUyqbmlUEMjs8dUcz68EPmOzya6z2fj29purYKRZH4I580ITDX60PICegf63OwVZZ-CncLzN2SiL/s320/DSC01055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263487357555823186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I hate this costume. It's all scratchy, and rides up like crazy. It really gets my mojo down. When kids came to the door tonight, I had no desire to jump up and greet them like I usually do. It was depressing.<br /><br />I hope you had a better Halloween than I did. Eat some chocolate for me.Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-9070008349602352402008-07-08T19:32:00.004-04:002008-07-08T19:40:35.217-04:00Dogs Do the Darnedest Things!After nearly four months, Mom finally took me to the groomer today for my haircut. (Shudder)<br /><br />The groomer lady nearly cut off 5 lbs of hair and now I'm a skinny, shriveled mess of a doggie. How am I supposed to look thug when I'm practically bald?? At least she kept my eyelashes in tact this time -- strict orders from Mom, and you don't want to mess with Mom.<br /><br />So tonight, Mom decided to take me for a walk around the block except I didn't want to go. I look like a laughing stock, and she wanted me to parade it down the street? Aw hells nah.<br /><br />So we get down the block and I'm digging in my heels the whole time while Mom is trying to tug me down the street. Well, she tugged so hard that my collar slipped right off my neck (thanks to my new haircut, the collar hangs a lot looser). So I do what any sane dog would do, I make a beeline all the way down the block, into my yard, up the porch and to the front door of my house -- with Mom chasing me all the way home.<br /><br />How do you like dem apples, huh? [grin]Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-33083649240318123502008-05-27T22:05:00.003-04:002008-05-27T22:11:04.512-04:00Just Hangin' OutDon't tell Mom, but I'm not allowed on the couch. Dad doesn't care though. When Mom's not looking, he lifts me up there with him, and we have a good ol' time just goofin' off together. I have the coolest Dad ever!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEaXZ-8ESUE3liLfnDJa6aTfj6m7ZxIu2JjMy5kRWywfTNIBmxnPsSFwnkPuzbL0m1U26fnBjFav_nQl9xe6bFqRrnUIN0KhZ-RnQO3HDoTx5z1MmJs_1HTlpyjRRIbVF9fsWW9_0a3OE/s1600-h/Oscar+4.11.080001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEaXZ-8ESUE3liLfnDJa6aTfj6m7ZxIu2JjMy5kRWywfTNIBmxnPsSFwnkPuzbL0m1U26fnBjFav_nQl9xe6bFqRrnUIN0KhZ-RnQO3HDoTx5z1MmJs_1HTlpyjRRIbVF9fsWW9_0a3OE/s320/Oscar+4.11.080001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205244344634114642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcX5_zY8jgcbxrqcCNPiELU8u1G5VakQ23_mdawJNbzF5mz69rcFihaaazGgDYIoL06v1e2eLDIx-iGvptmVgixNWFFN3CoIzFp_oKQpBOPGJDlrppcdrT2u-bljJXB_fEt48IS1jmcyGx/s1600-h/Oscar+4.11.080003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcX5_zY8jgcbxrqcCNPiELU8u1G5VakQ23_mdawJNbzF5mz69rcFihaaazGgDYIoL06v1e2eLDIx-iGvptmVgixNWFFN3CoIzFp_oKQpBOPGJDlrppcdrT2u-bljJXB_fEt48IS1jmcyGx/s320/Oscar+4.11.080003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205244499252937314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVp4z1Wsy5SzZuYCdPhlChtEBQ2yo8-yt7csJVkzEHvoyVSudwUCvVZUh_jJAuHYm7qjk2R02LXBQhPROMGvgWjS5wLxIByTMGOPw-nlXKsyMlxrnwyIZ-TAxxQOp14HuhVVZieh2cDTXw/s1600-h/Oscar+4.11.080004.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVp4z1Wsy5SzZuYCdPhlChtEBQ2yo8-yt7csJVkzEHvoyVSudwUCvVZUh_jJAuHYm7qjk2R02LXBQhPROMGvgWjS5wLxIByTMGOPw-nlXKsyMlxrnwyIZ-TAxxQOp14HuhVVZieh2cDTXw/s320/Oscar+4.11.080004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205244585152283250" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-71131623864002607032008-05-19T23:26:00.002-04:002008-05-19T23:31:57.629-04:00My Sassy Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6F86PfpGM7CeothxeW16toIrIcEKv9QHlykvkQG9zPcuwJAdM1R99Ix03MztEiBu5yK15iOW6jQewhVcZV9fXfx3NCcsIK0KRHH9pEQBDZkt3SaJZZwhKZbByCL74W1N4qVn00oFFI5V/s1600-h/Oscar+2.24.080001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6F86PfpGM7CeothxeW16toIrIcEKv9QHlykvkQG9zPcuwJAdM1R99Ix03MztEiBu5yK15iOW6jQewhVcZV9fXfx3NCcsIK0KRHH9pEQBDZkt3SaJZZwhKZbByCL74W1N4qVn00oFFI5V/s320/Oscar+2.24.080001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202296939314875922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Did I ever tell you about the play date that I had with Bobo? She's a Pekinese and one little spitfire. She came over to play for the afternoon, and ran me absolutely ragged I thought I was feisty. Whew, y'all gotta check out Ms. Bobo. She was chasing me around and around and around the living room...I was running in fear!<br /><br />But boy -- do I love a woman who can put me in my place!Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-60743606905172881042008-04-09T22:42:00.003-04:002008-04-09T22:44:16.837-04:00HI MOM!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZBrfa7eN43uvKekQyrmMvGjMh71_2RP7pwdarQEo2mowZQsXS2BNVfbvvgTJ17Jd5ib42VUGboQsE0248uEuusYxDr2bKO9IwzuhL9IFUs0RYQpLVK6EMufxMDpbXN1hAduri6I1g38ou/s1600-h/Oscar+3.30.080009.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZBrfa7eN43uvKekQyrmMvGjMh71_2RP7pwdarQEo2mowZQsXS2BNVfbvvgTJ17Jd5ib42VUGboQsE0248uEuusYxDr2bKO9IwzuhL9IFUs0RYQpLVK6EMufxMDpbXN1hAduri6I1g38ou/s320/Oscar+3.30.080009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187441676344991858" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-15097974818809656722008-04-08T23:09:00.004-04:002008-04-08T23:15:41.738-04:00Someone Help a Brother Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04GUI7ORqhgSelRaRYZ0bb-tCU_5MYyZgwqZ0ByZTUp65QKm238LGmZu3ZV_No_QMh_sl3I8MGaC54zQ1MJGtLoK0vvg0f90vwdfo1jsVQes3csKJk1bKiFVlHtUFKXGj93BQnU035xcO/s1600-h/Oscar+4.02.080004.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04GUI7ORqhgSelRaRYZ0bb-tCU_5MYyZgwqZ0ByZTUp65QKm238LGmZu3ZV_No_QMh_sl3I8MGaC54zQ1MJGtLoK0vvg0f90vwdfo1jsVQes3csKJk1bKiFVlHtUFKXGj93BQnU035xcO/s320/Oscar+4.02.080004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187077590493315426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A few days ago, I found myself in quite a pickle. I was playing with the glow-in-the-dark bouncy ball that Gramama Jo gave me for Christmas (the one that I can never manage to stuff in my mouth because it's just a shade too big). And wouldn't you know it, it landed straight into Dad's stinky sneaker.<br /><br />I had no idea how I was ever going to get it out. Mom was in the kitchen making dinner. When she came out and found me in my predicament, she just threw up her hands and said, "Sorry little man, you're on your own with this one. I ain't venturing near that thing."<br /><br />These are the moments in my life when I really, really wish that I had an opposable thumb. Humph.Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-50785306276477353612008-04-03T08:55:00.001-04:002008-04-06T21:17:01.086-04:00The Best Place in the Whole WorldMom took me to the dog park this weekend. The dog park is one of my most favorite places ever to go! I get to meet so many new friends. We have tons of fun playing together in the big, open fields. I love running back and forth until my legs turn into jello. There are also some trails that Mom and I walk together. Mom leads the way, and I trail behind, peeing on rocks and trees just in case we get lost. (Aren't I such a good helper?)<br /><br />Here's a friend that I made at the park the other day. I wasn't too sure about him at first, but a few sniffs of his butt and we were cool after that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7EqmgPe2AibJ-qczKI0r0RkxB5cbzE55YligoVg0X25REd5LllWwa2pc-3Fa_K1cHAz7gzehR9hwnMQ2ntYkSShCITArLGVhfbSli39WeVKa762KRitcSO4UcrVB4xWdVX-0NKAyq_F2/s1600-h/Oscar+3.30.080005.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7EqmgPe2AibJ-qczKI0r0RkxB5cbzE55YligoVg0X25REd5LllWwa2pc-3Fa_K1cHAz7gzehR9hwnMQ2ntYkSShCITArLGVhfbSli39WeVKa762KRitcSO4UcrVB4xWdVX-0NKAyq_F2/s320/Oscar+3.30.080005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186306038273294658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0t6bV2bqsNL9Hxdo7G6DrJzr1SDuP9HxVMb27dhmegY8y3kp8jOU8-XDRC3O8JJ2e9cWUQhibkKvE7Y7Muoagg383b-UlgXd_YENPLUan8biYPDOV7af4d7YadnPzF30zdgxiJvm9lbQ/s1600-h/Oscar+3.30.080007.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0t6bV2bqsNL9Hxdo7G6DrJzr1SDuP9HxVMb27dhmegY8y3kp8jOU8-XDRC3O8JJ2e9cWUQhibkKvE7Y7Muoagg383b-UlgXd_YENPLUan8biYPDOV7af4d7YadnPzF30zdgxiJvm9lbQ/s320/Oscar+3.30.080007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186306171417280850" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-15384391298053342252008-04-02T20:54:00.002-04:002008-04-06T21:15:04.449-04:00Is It Soft? I'm So There!Mom should know by now never to turn her back on me. While she was getting Dad a glass of water, I jumped into the basket of freshly laundered whites. It was so fluffy and soft. I was in heaven...until she shooed me off. Boo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XYehwrVTRhyphenhyphenZ8Pkwo9fQWEM1zIBJDV7NBlv1pBAE-ZRubGoFcM2s9t4CLUFoMV_feg_Rvz-qaaKLWwtNrI74aDmwT2XCkeXsBkquGe2i2obivzBhB8v4pPExiwMEfxjrfsdfY5K3_OPP/s1600-h/Oscar+3.27.080005.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XYehwrVTRhyphenhyphenZ8Pkwo9fQWEM1zIBJDV7NBlv1pBAE-ZRubGoFcM2s9t4CLUFoMV_feg_Rvz-qaaKLWwtNrI74aDmwT2XCkeXsBkquGe2i2obivzBhB8v4pPExiwMEfxjrfsdfY5K3_OPP/s320/Oscar+3.27.080005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186305634546368818" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-34623114638959115592008-03-27T20:47:00.004-04:002008-03-27T20:52:15.507-04:00What A Nice Pillow You Make, Stuffy Man!<span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Mom and I had a great walk yesterday. But boy did she wear me out! So I decided I would lay down for a spell with a blanket and <a href="http://adventuresofoscarman.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favorite-friend.html">Stuffy Man</a>. He makes such a nice, soft pillow.<br /><br />Zzzzz....</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPsYkZ4ud1XIrVrh1rmOfNtU3qtxZ8It1jN8m4Id7v7LnxRsVVCeeHav9q93cJ996hdqmLjCyjpa9eQP-hfNFwaFHMHkY2QAN1OtrZdcnZKMNs63M6LnoZEtwrwCT94gjoHh6AzD7EavVN/s1600-h/Oscar+3.09.08+003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPsYkZ4ud1XIrVrh1rmOfNtU3qtxZ8It1jN8m4Id7v7LnxRsVVCeeHav9q93cJ996hdqmLjCyjpa9eQP-hfNFwaFHMHkY2QAN1OtrZdcnZKMNs63M6LnoZEtwrwCT94gjoHh6AzD7EavVN/s320/Oscar+3.09.08+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182587842135474386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQUTY_sPIk2msAW4m55eCk4iBq_y3mG74o0EilX_-2cnL4-G8vVZ1REljDQFRqi4Jl5cS0A4o2PNN9iQB7hTBaww_wcX_2Mp22hD9zjf1g8NM_QH_8K50jJJS6d6-3nnJ_73aUNesn-s8/s1600-h/Oscar+3.09.08+002.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQUTY_sPIk2msAW4m55eCk4iBq_y3mG74o0EilX_-2cnL4-G8vVZ1REljDQFRqi4Jl5cS0A4o2PNN9iQB7hTBaww_wcX_2Mp22hD9zjf1g8NM_QH_8K50jJJS6d6-3nnJ_73aUNesn-s8/s320/Oscar+3.09.08+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182588159963054306" border="0" /></a>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-45960264224958201362008-03-26T09:13:00.001-04:002008-03-27T20:53:31.569-04:00Just Hangin' Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9B8WtsRR0Gz6WciWhB5zDS07vOg1uBzMrWBicBmYpY1R1sKEL6o5n5NmYJsW8YrXeiUPYh0eSk2x5E7bXZ43DSVTkZUqWr6jEC2cRX7hIlnlVKV3ul4PeisXgxaWxOvUfG-UUbwgXuUlh/s1600-h/Oscar+2.22.080002.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9B8WtsRR0Gz6WciWhB5zDS07vOg1uBzMrWBicBmYpY1R1sKEL6o5n5NmYJsW8YrXeiUPYh0eSk2x5E7bXZ43DSVTkZUqWr6jEC2cRX7hIlnlVKV3ul4PeisXgxaWxOvUfG-UUbwgXuUlh/s320/Oscar+2.22.080002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182589280949518578" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I am the king of squatting. I can make a home out of anything -- </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://adventuresofoscarman.blogspot.com/2008/03/anywhere-i-lay-my-head.html">boxer shorts</a><span style="font-family:georgia;">, towels, throw pillows, used napkins, half pairs of shoes, whatevs.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">This little contraption above happened to make a very lovely doggie den for yours truly. It was just a mini blanket that Mom happened to leave over the back of a dining room chair. It was semi-dark and semi-covered -- great for napping!</span> </span>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-8515007979934654632008-03-25T09:53:00.006-04:002008-03-25T21:04:58.616-04:00No Mom, You Do Not Have a Future in Canine Fashions<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dear Dad,<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">While you were downstairs singing Disney songs (yes, I heard you through the floorboards), Mom wrestled me between her legs and yanked this monstrosity over my head. Then she coo'ed and clapped and just about crapped her pants with happiness because she thought I looked soooo cute in my hoodie.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRKhv1GdCW8PQtP4dVPRrAjdsWVI_tFDWXMdWGx-X6kyzhrGZ378RuxxJBJztFzj_Lvqm32b_89qWkJdrZ7C5zvIXS5wGFqrPT7aF2qktU2GHI0PA39SRUsRX7STf13-JWuBU_tSKb7mR/s1600-h/Oscar0005.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRKhv1GdCW8PQtP4dVPRrAjdsWVI_tFDWXMdWGx-X6kyzhrGZ378RuxxJBJztFzj_Lvqm32b_89qWkJdrZ7C5zvIXS5wGFqrPT7aF2qktU2GHI0PA39SRUsRX7STf13-JWuBU_tSKb7mR/s320/Oscar0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181849666106310834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Well it ain't cute. Bark Athletic? What is that? Like, Harvard for Hounds, MIT for Mutts, Princeton for Pups? No thanks! I very much prefer to remain illiterate and naked.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Anyway, I'm going to slink away for now, and hope that no one sees me in this ridiculous get up. When you've wrapped up your singing and flapping, dear Papa, could you please rescue your fuzzy son from this fleecy fashion faux pas.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Love and Milkbones,<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Oscarman</span>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-74625938734567732222008-03-24T10:58:00.007-04:002008-03-24T20:29:07.475-04:00Sleeping Beauty<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mom and Dad probably wanted to cry tears of joy when they woke up this morning and realized that I had slept through the night in my crate. I mean, I can hardly believe it myself!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCH4O-xf5AuqMmFuaCoptdgEcSW4gO9VVjC5kJicoU3fDhfOemdHBA5QsvrQh-jxxQPE14NfBwy5Ph7HVxTvf1OHV7JqhJISBt2428sU6SobcO7H_H28Tj3FsriqvKZlsRzx5mErbjmiG7/s1600-h/Oscar+2.11.080006.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCH4O-xf5AuqMmFuaCoptdgEcSW4gO9VVjC5kJicoU3fDhfOemdHBA5QsvrQh-jxxQPE14NfBwy5Ph7HVxTvf1OHV7JqhJISBt2428sU6SobcO7H_H28Tj3FsriqvKZlsRzx5mErbjmiG7/s320/Oscar+2.11.080006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181469729004339346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />I had a few freakout moments, I will admit. Right when they locked me up last night, I spent a good 30 minutes barking my lungs out. Then I realized what hard work that was, and how it was sooo not worth it. So I quit and went to sleep. If you can't beat em, join em, right?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">I think it helped, too, that Mom and Dad took me for some nice long walks over the weekend. That sure tired me out. The walk I took with Mom was especially brisk when she realized that we were in the wrong side of the 'hood, walking next to some shady people.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">She worries so much. I mean, what is there to worry about? She is with me after all, and though I'm short, I have a loud bark and a mean growl. I won't let no one mess with my mama! Grrrrr...ruff ruff!</span></span>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-38052281033580508162008-03-07T22:29:00.006-05:002008-03-07T22:49:42.388-05:00Help Me Dad!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYtT8SquEObjFzVugcuDMELYl8teCgDsi8_k81NsTSYe9qpa88S7lPKa6f4-Ntd4lY538W0XX5OtzrxiCqSxRTTfl8mE9h8UQynaGvq-EMGSrpldWTcHf3Zhq0dlkBCPL6cErHku2aD7_/s1600-h/Oscar+2.11.080004.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYtT8SquEObjFzVugcuDMELYl8teCgDsi8_k81NsTSYe9qpa88S7lPKa6f4-Ntd4lY538W0XX5OtzrxiCqSxRTTfl8mE9h8UQynaGvq-EMGSrpldWTcHf3Zhq0dlkBCPL6cErHku2aD7_/s320/Oscar+2.11.080004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175212589208462914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dear Dad,<br /><br />This is your favorite son writing to ask you to puh-lease come home. I know you've got work to do in California, but if you want to see me alive again, then you must return to the mother ship, like pronto.<br /><br />In four separate instances today, mom knocked me in the noggin. Oh yeah, she got me good. This morning when she was getting her coat from the closet, she didn't see me when she turned around and ended up kicking me in the face. Then <span style="font-style: italic;">twice </span>when I was snoozing on the floor today, she swung her feet down from the couch and stepped on my head. The fourth and final time came tonight when she went to take off my collar for the night and nearly stabbed my eye out.<br /><br />Seriously, Dad, I don't know how you're <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>in the morgue yet. You are one incredible man for putting up with her day in and day out. I am not sure I'm so strong. I am one sucker punch away from dehabilitation.<br /><br />If you have any love or mercy or tenderness in your heart, you will come home and save me.<br /><br />Your fuzzy son,<br />OscarmanChristina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582620095639438043.post-88117172031430084972008-03-03T21:09:00.005-05:002008-03-03T21:17:12.549-05:00Anywhere I Lay My Head<span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >The other day I was feeling real tired, so I decided to pop a squat on Dad's boxer shorts. Mom turned her back, and so I snatched them out of the laundry basket. I patted the shorts a few times with my paws to get them into the perfect comfortable lump before plunking down. And then I had me a nice, long nap.<br /><br />And yes, they were clean.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvx7FDM3iuBhXHSiTbhZRiy1B7t1FdII5P6JQ1RTaA6Ymq3PnBHqiQ0vwg9ClVsbzuSoxCJh99_4vjtVXEQLQRkQKvrEJW4wj-Oj0dRPHVALVZtsGpN7DRI_oea5uULURx6rmpvfm3rwF_/s1600-h/Oscar+2.25.080004.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvx7FDM3iuBhXHSiTbhZRiy1B7t1FdII5P6JQ1RTaA6Ymq3PnBHqiQ0vwg9ClVsbzuSoxCJh99_4vjtVXEQLQRkQKvrEJW4wj-Oj0dRPHVALVZtsGpN7DRI_oea5uULURx6rmpvfm3rwF_/s320/Oscar+2.25.080004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173703226674645218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy3weL-JJPGHN5wlpNTAgEROLALOCGi-MlFsVNr96uMzZegTvR1__WVIBhreNVGNcUY9DmnCFukFD11oqKPZiJr6A2or1O207vTWQWmv5SWJ8vgFDAqFc4H4b5pWAMqmWy1CWZHdTljmI/s1600-h/Oscar+2.25.080001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy3weL-JJPGHN5wlpNTAgEROLALOCGi-MlFsVNr96uMzZegTvR1__WVIBhreNVGNcUY9DmnCFukFD11oqKPZiJr6A2or1O207vTWQWmv5SWJ8vgFDAqFc4H4b5pWAMqmWy1CWZHdTljmI/s320/Oscar+2.25.080001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173704266056730866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>Christina H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310529047471316014noreply@blogger.com0