tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4750508337319431482024-03-12T21:22:48.965-07:00Big PawMemoirs of Zola Von ZBill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-82001112987496897322010-04-05T13:07:00.000-07:002010-04-05T13:13:29.171-07:00Easter PupFor the Easter holiday I headed out the the country. I contemplated taking Zola but she's not much for long car rides so I left her home. My grandmother's dog, Kris, was there and she questioned my disregard for her and Zola. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFjDq4GV-MYGwGro04pMdqOHPd9rIuyY9osgIeQZnFKzYbytj8vpKUgVhta-tmj79NCC2I8buPGI_0BWyI8qXjfrTRlv-cGMd0Redr-0f8H7URlhPSGD18JhzrGpxd2ilpuPDYS3_S6Ak/s1600/DSC01086.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFjDq4GV-MYGwGro04pMdqOHPd9rIuyY9osgIeQZnFKzYbytj8vpKUgVhta-tmj79NCC2I8buPGI_0BWyI8qXjfrTRlv-cGMd0Redr-0f8H7URlhPSGD18JhzrGpxd2ilpuPDYS3_S6Ak/s320/DSC01086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456747939661459074" border="0" /></a>She was appalled I subjected her to being the only canine at our Easter shindig.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_CAU5i8xLYAgJwTV758GpAAzYcQOVJzzU-_7IENCjy1oc47yKVcIuRf3YGzldqJTY2qVZ-TPakQjJRN4PHuS6zscFTHQSG5NLHztiCcxMmWsGQj-FMBVW558wAemGSoxmbtyxxj7qG8/s1600/DSC01125.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_CAU5i8xLYAgJwTV758GpAAzYcQOVJzzU-_7IENCjy1oc47yKVcIuRf3YGzldqJTY2qVZ-TPakQjJRN4PHuS6zscFTHQSG5NLHztiCcxMmWsGQj-FMBVW558wAemGSoxmbtyxxj7qG8/s320/DSC01125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456747948484219138" border="0" /></a> Later I made it up to Zola by granting her endless lap time. Even during my precious, creative time. I had to attempt to scare her away, she puts my legs to sleep.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMuRT65C2Jg0xfPuEV9kXExW1jXotQs6zFZIFkIteo3O-KXwEOJnWMsN1ksoDoM1Ricn9Qd87jPERIxR0TnW22eDnCtK4dXkzJV5mET62pp8awsWJRXc-NE5vV96G2ySEoLBYIf7Dhm10/s1600/DSC01124.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMuRT65C2Jg0xfPuEV9kXExW1jXotQs6zFZIFkIteo3O-KXwEOJnWMsN1ksoDoM1Ricn9Qd87jPERIxR0TnW22eDnCtK4dXkzJV5mET62pp8awsWJRXc-NE5vV96G2ySEoLBYIf7Dhm10/s320/DSC01124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456747946465042418" border="0" /></a>Unfortunately, she has no fear!Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-49848813086146755142010-03-24T09:26:00.000-07:002010-03-24T09:29:34.731-07:00New FriendsLast night, Zola was feeling rather friendly. She has taken quite a liking to my roommate, T. It was bordering on a love-fest;all Zola. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-dun-pqL49gwnDz9CG_mTKtXGj11OINay0maixQKtvXbheu0t2Ih3Jm3bRS-0hZjK0qTvEIlmcAAMmRDtbUQqqdmgMiyH7hOQrW2_4kNb_22sFVGn3nXcsOZGcQmz0vacw6ym4xyGVVk/s1600/IMG_3742.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-dun-pqL49gwnDz9CG_mTKtXGj11OINay0maixQKtvXbheu0t2Ih3Jm3bRS-0hZjK0qTvEIlmcAAMmRDtbUQqqdmgMiyH7hOQrW2_4kNb_22sFVGn3nXcsOZGcQmz0vacw6ym4xyGVVk/s320/IMG_3742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452238012131615090" border="0" /></a>Peek-a-boo! "Where did you come from?"<br /><br />If she's not the center of attention she will do anything within her power to turn the tables. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrCFHhyZU3WhtivuZUcujg6zJ47S4eDCgXyYGNZUL34hNhF8cZRV-ZM0An07KZkTb2LtiF1jMJXSXWmyPbrEGVj8VPE2tBJRPCxZQOECP5uTEjGa0bGU-CoUnHF8HqAkjYPfWRhwvlAc/s1600/IMG_3743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrCFHhyZU3WhtivuZUcujg6zJ47S4eDCgXyYGNZUL34hNhF8cZRV-ZM0An07KZkTb2LtiF1jMJXSXWmyPbrEGVj8VPE2tBJRPCxZQOECP5uTEjGa0bGU-CoUnHF8HqAkjYPfWRhwvlAc/s320/IMG_3743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452238017420283362" border="0" /></a>And, she ALWAYS wins. She's just to damn cute!Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-59774345720356158062010-03-17T09:54:00.000-07:002010-03-17T11:37:45.281-07:00Wild DogZ and I took off to the wilderness for an extended weekend. It's back to work today but we had a blast. She just loves the outdoors (as long as it's not wet and cold). She also loved being the center of attention. The world was right, just me and her. Today as I walked out to leave for work she looked at me with the most yearning little eyes, "Mom, can we please just live the simple life?" Don't tempt me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdWQNKLHup0guuvbtiM2X66Jp3tAi1aQ59GD-dJrSuVVP0dittUPju8ezCIxFddCkjjGTzeuheZ-Ha6QgWUmQjHcKHKLmiPMXf1ItbuTZO-VlwTsyve7r-IMyJkUDlIlL1NyN8iYIIxI/s1600-h/IMG_3648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdWQNKLHup0guuvbtiM2X66Jp3tAi1aQ59GD-dJrSuVVP0dittUPju8ezCIxFddCkjjGTzeuheZ-Ha6QgWUmQjHcKHKLmiPMXf1ItbuTZO-VlwTsyve7r-IMyJkUDlIlL1NyN8iYIIxI/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449673163337225618" border="0" /></a>Lots of long, nature walks. Grass is tall, plenty to sniff. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBv2aPXkvBaLDoxoP58r5W4B4rEXUmCNeDImpAp6Q1GmLEL8ckKJXx2XpU2m_OWNjqV-LlmENCy_obpXHxHZEOlPPCxkLAC8lY97xmJoQcHmQvj6Ofi3NnfAKHM3ogN90lPhyphenhyphen0wRyHAcM/s1600-h/IMG_3654.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBv2aPXkvBaLDoxoP58r5W4B4rEXUmCNeDImpAp6Q1GmLEL8ckKJXx2XpU2m_OWNjqV-LlmENCy_obpXHxHZEOlPPCxkLAC8lY97xmJoQcHmQvj6Ofi3NnfAKHM3ogN90lPhyphenhyphen0wRyHAcM/s320/IMG_3654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449673173889299410" border="0" /></a>So much hiking, she was pooped at the end of the afternoon. Cozy and warm. She's such a trooper. I just adore this little critter!Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-75940533262014384372010-02-09T05:30:00.000-08:002010-02-09T05:32:06.304-08:00ApprenticeLately, Zola and I have been spending a lot of time in the studio. Zola's not a fan, it's a distraction from her and she fights it. She usually wins out, ends up on my lap.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxBqV78OXv08Evbechxk6XKwxARVfb5rbJVX0esZem-9DNJM0kusXxQMYyeTY6G8zaeEZLb-CsIBWNHvgkCmfmndDx-1yiDjPglJp-YstoQlimCV4j4Dvp3w-nkases3oiP3Le4rT2d4/s1600-h/menz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxBqV78OXv08Evbechxk6XKwxARVfb5rbJVX0esZem-9DNJM0kusXxQMYyeTY6G8zaeEZLb-CsIBWNHvgkCmfmndDx-1yiDjPglJp-YstoQlimCV4j4Dvp3w-nkases3oiP3Le4rT2d4/s320/menz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436235792301302818" border="0" /></a> Sometimes people take photos.Typical Monday night in the Zorn household. She's just to adorable to refuse.Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-10565842360478258272010-01-30T17:17:00.000-08:002010-01-30T17:21:02.058-08:00Rule the RoostZola and I have been iced/snowed in since last Thursday. It's been tough for a restless heart such as mine to withstand but it's been nice to recoup a bit. Today my roommate and I did a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thorough</span> cleaning and then made some cookies and cheese dip! It's a junk food kind of day. We earned it! In the meantime, Zola roamed the table. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-y_WvdismcfKbObO_fAF8xBF9S_JxlTovjva1GTlrntHEIBv8uauvu5s66dpm6ReBdr-sV4DVfdTw5x1c0wzfDOTU2hSlsm6XVYk8e1Vj1RVEaThnhdCLcVI0OftM6ENMGRs94Ew7Uk/s1600-h/IMG_3169.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-y_WvdismcfKbObO_fAF8xBF9S_JxlTovjva1GTlrntHEIBv8uauvu5s66dpm6ReBdr-sV4DVfdTw5x1c0wzfDOTU2hSlsm6XVYk8e1Vj1RVEaThnhdCLcVI0OftM6ENMGRs94Ew7Uk/s320/IMG_3169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432707742040045346" border="0" /></a>She's spoiled, she blazes her own trail. Instead of scolding I laugh and take photos. What can I say? I'm a terrible pet parent as well as a sucker for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lil</span> doggies! Shame on me. We shall forever battle over the title, 'Queen.'Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-26403949709897324282010-01-17T19:59:00.000-08:002010-01-17T20:07:22.562-08:00An Odd DogSunday is a lazy day around my house. Zola and I sleep in and the lounge around the house. Most of the time I'm working on projects on the computer or researching my upcoming project. This Sunday was no different. Zola attempts to get comfortable as best she can while I'm seated at the kitchen table. This morning she was struggling. I guess she decided she'd try a new approach. She crawled up into my shirt and proceeded to lie atop the chair back. It was a rather odd and difficult position. After a few minutes of restlessness she seemed comfortable. I, on the other hand, was not. It was also not an easy task to remove her. Silly dog, makes for a story and some nice photos:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy481vxfFf6N9KguwBMKEQaQQqrWOI0vZMl94hoHZ_gH8m6mlLjymCeQwaVJbHBcLaF0YiZUKmzvObv6z6n02kQ1tko2J4vjfqmCogJeovOaZP7kRU8k1fUeCq-Xj9Ju8jUsrCG6KLo9M/s1600-h/IMG_2986.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy481vxfFf6N9KguwBMKEQaQQqrWOI0vZMl94hoHZ_gH8m6mlLjymCeQwaVJbHBcLaF0YiZUKmzvObv6z6n02kQ1tko2J4vjfqmCogJeovOaZP7kRU8k1fUeCq-Xj9Ju8jUsrCG6KLo9M/s320/IMG_2986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427925931559982130" border="0" /></a>Yes, there's a dog back there. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PxV6RNe7P9U7a3_PbdydfIbbGPq_5DssTgbphu5BBc1QiBfFyuUwYFBCMxqeU8dYG3xQm_ZwKPzaRstn8BKQn9QjB5T-SDBtO35i8r0RUvEb5Zdlix10bvReMr55Ik8Xk_hG4r2GDoI/s1600-h/IMG_2987.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PxV6RNe7P9U7a3_PbdydfIbbGPq_5DssTgbphu5BBc1QiBfFyuUwYFBCMxqeU8dYG3xQm_ZwKPzaRstn8BKQn9QjB5T-SDBtO35i8r0RUvEb5Zdlix10bvReMr55Ik8Xk_hG4r2GDoI/s320/IMG_2987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427925937379217106" border="0" /></a>See?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8Zrbbx1FaCzRGT86aCy6tyc3tUcxUKExIZ5YRraR6ZbxvfOPFlLLT2EP-2Rlp4jB3kwDuNj1yUmosbflxp7QsY6Hhfj14ZvRmcgQAjPucuC1k5Kx069u1uDH0P9aD8qje0IkuoAaHcg/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8Zrbbx1FaCzRGT86aCy6tyc3tUcxUKExIZ5YRraR6ZbxvfOPFlLLT2EP-2Rlp4jB3kwDuNj1yUmosbflxp7QsY6Hhfj14ZvRmcgQAjPucuC1k5Kx069u1uDH0P9aD8qje0IkuoAaHcg/s320/IMG_2988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427925950179540450" border="0" /></a> A little help please, she's ready for birth!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5WQdn0Wfx1GnPgr2Ubw7a5Mw6_oCx40OuuoJn9RewF4LnAJiNhg2c8FE9S5ZZWSHQo8BaBg3hWkaQ90xedt50sOKBg63RBnoz8cMJcYReaxvmO06xYmuQGGeQ5hyxbI61SgqzJYsiB0/s1600-h/IMG_2989.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5WQdn0Wfx1GnPgr2Ubw7a5Mw6_oCx40OuuoJn9RewF4LnAJiNhg2c8FE9S5ZZWSHQo8BaBg3hWkaQ90xedt50sOKBg63RBnoz8cMJcYReaxvmO06xYmuQGGeQ5hyxbI61SgqzJYsiB0/s320/IMG_2989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427925957108738386" border="0" /></a> It's Siamese Twins!<br /><br />ps. No comments on my jammies!Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-53704861744451677382009-11-23T07:10:00.000-08:002009-11-23T07:21:13.559-08:00Itchin for AttentionLately I have been a busy lady. Poor Zola has watched from the wings, or the window seal rather. Since she's my constant companion I feel I owe her. I've designated Sundays 'Zola Day.' Most people give it to god, similarly, I give mine to dog. The past couple Sundays we've headed out to my folks house. Zola loves it out there. A fenced in acre to peruse. Doesn't get much better than that for a nosy nose. She can spend hours outside.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiub-kfUC1qDPfSqOgWgLGfj9NllXwJj9dOs9B0-ORhet6UXdXJAyV_Q7-ruwUm4rOUBdAqobwLScOH6KoG36sOz4rtyrEDJOaC_hLDCu8Dvwzn3gnZhEDtqUR1lTENPH6zUJquok1Km78/s1600/IMG_1726.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiub-kfUC1qDPfSqOgWgLGfj9NllXwJj9dOs9B0-ORhet6UXdXJAyV_Q7-ruwUm4rOUBdAqobwLScOH6KoG36sOz4rtyrEDJOaC_hLDCu8Dvwzn3gnZhEDtqUR1lTENPH6zUJquok1Km78/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407317792973050114" border="0" /></a> Mom gave her a toy and she lugged it all around the yard while I chased her. It's almost as big as her. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMLJUAVY4WKp7Ad4jIdO7AfypjTyaYhnvEbi9kZSZYY8t7aXi1IT4JphfEZlAfrwjC2amK5MSAsSXLziM6mHd8WuWxh5Xd9gcOP3rNFNEWkLVK61wdhAymjLCTc8MF4alylkpUL-48Kc/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMLJUAVY4WKp7Ad4jIdO7AfypjTyaYhnvEbi9kZSZYY8t7aXi1IT4JphfEZlAfrwjC2amK5MSAsSXLziM6mHd8WuWxh5Xd9gcOP3rNFNEWkLVK61wdhAymjLCTc8MF4alylkpUL-48Kc/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407317802841530690" border="0" /></a>When she looks at me with those eyes it just break my heart. I have to chase her even if I am wearing clogs. After all, we have to make compromises for our loved ones.<br /><br />I know she loves visiting the country because every time we load up the car to head home we have to chase her around and carry her to the car. She would love to stay. She also adore my parents. They are typical grandparents, spoiling her with able scraps and belly rubs. It's a new and lovely ritual for my little soul-mate!Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-35212161448406104012009-11-09T06:08:00.000-08:002009-11-09T06:15:15.648-08:00CleanThis weekend Zola got a bath. I've battled fleas for the past 5 months. I just don't know what to do. She has vaccine reactions so I'm very cautious of foreign substances. Everyone suggest the flea/tick preventative that you place between their shoulder blades but I'm not convinced. A friend told me that she accidentally spilled some of the preventive on her wood floors and it ate the varnish away. After hearing that I vowed to stay away from that stuff. My general policy is, 'If I won't use it or trust the ingredients I'm not giving it to Zola." Needless to say she gets a bath every 2 weeks or so.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzB86TBOxi4yvYNNxEmt50vw-bIY2XWLKjn2ttUqkXxhyOt1XoQrHQKWMYPypZJguq5H_Fo_okogoWWygmb_SeAe5UhpwyQXjE2okw69i-azWUFW0HSWi7xUSzPUk6_BykVZw0uNTWSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzB86TBOxi4yvYNNxEmt50vw-bIY2XWLKjn2ttUqkXxhyOt1XoQrHQKWMYPypZJguq5H_Fo_okogoWWygmb_SeAe5UhpwyQXjE2okw69i-azWUFW0HSWi7xUSzPUk6_BykVZw0uNTWSQ/s320/IMG_0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402106819697022450" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYwLNGCAF2csnVyEL1nhhGRxcdc-7gyggXE-TLEXTnAMTJ58-1oi3jOASMi37_38eZ8im2Zj_MWHSreaZMjip2OMT9SrVwcrLFc1TDoK6xOQZCqmng-8ke7ebWQ_rMR9d4qZcQltWpmU/s1600-h/IMG_0589.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYwLNGCAF2csnVyEL1nhhGRxcdc-7gyggXE-TLEXTnAMTJ58-1oi3jOASMi37_38eZ8im2Zj_MWHSreaZMjip2OMT9SrVwcrLFc1TDoK6xOQZCqmng-8ke7ebWQ_rMR9d4qZcQltWpmU/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402106822535304578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4YUfdTjHdLndTOfTBx5SGl3pfjYTc6hBJKeTxgAA5yBLxrTVgPsXhyNiYc_6_5-WmXVQbRQV7FXUtnx24i2n8V3l25y9kCH7x30UUApApogepQ69pJx5MwGVr9GQvdBa-QJ-dupmBME/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4YUfdTjHdLndTOfTBx5SGl3pfjYTc6hBJKeTxgAA5yBLxrTVgPsXhyNiYc_6_5-WmXVQbRQV7FXUtnx24i2n8V3l25y9kCH7x30UUApApogepQ69pJx5MwGVr9GQvdBa-QJ-dupmBME/s320/IMG_0588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402106826351880834" border="0" /></a> I've treated my yard, used garlic tablets (for dogs) but with I can't prevail. If you have any suggestions as to safe flea preventative, I'm all ears.Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-1184246173901498552009-09-29T18:58:00.000-07:002009-09-29T19:06:57.957-07:00ZZ's Two!I can't believe it's been two years since my little girl was born! She is still so vibrant and rambunctious. This year her celebration was very low key. She enjoyed it but by the end she was worn out. I made her a little cracker cube filled with turkey and cheese. It was glued together by peanut butter. Delicious! Happy Birthday Zola Von Z!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMXoAVrBwhNtEk17oxhkCT3izHBC_KVd8C1nz_6M_bc5OJgh-xo12gcaHG1BJMhWDEwSpp5nRqvlLGgPVtdL5VcnsdPt5Rq6K5wBBO5iCUXBtxCR8Jmg89FB5ifSUMlLL36fcFxWmG5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1302.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMXoAVrBwhNtEk17oxhkCT3izHBC_KVd8C1nz_6M_bc5OJgh-xo12gcaHG1BJMhWDEwSpp5nRqvlLGgPVtdL5VcnsdPt5Rq6K5wBBO5iCUXBtxCR8Jmg89FB5ifSUMlLL36fcFxWmG5Q/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387075544628083986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6u-4aYMJ5Ix2L3JNDuwkx0cNuSL2NKTOWwVFaU4Q-3N37H-OrihETimJulME-uyC_He9OYgmfJd6r4iSihJjDvM19W2NXybLLmtTIsbVOQM86LE78y9Rm8XaJ7ysF1z615MEXhTQ1pNg/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6u-4aYMJ5Ix2L3JNDuwkx0cNuSL2NKTOWwVFaU4Q-3N37H-OrihETimJulME-uyC_He9OYgmfJd6r4iSihJjDvM19W2NXybLLmtTIsbVOQM86LE78y9Rm8XaJ7ysF1z615MEXhTQ1pNg/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387075551361437410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLWP9i3Ejq33yXQp09YkQGgdkC7GeGJVwrCl9FtAaXZX9Mm5zYIAOeFHYgF8LbhEJhSe9tNEnEK5VY7mWR78tPzlqHh1asTocQLKUtqnMVejyx8CF2BKziC8XgN4M7_vIlWrKN9mQ1s8/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLWP9i3Ejq33yXQp09YkQGgdkC7GeGJVwrCl9FtAaXZX9Mm5zYIAOeFHYgF8LbhEJhSe9tNEnEK5VY7mWR78tPzlqHh1asTocQLKUtqnMVejyx8CF2BKziC8XgN4M7_vIlWrKN9mQ1s8/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387075565677999890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZdnKVplOg0SPM5eBG9XpbKLpL43cG2Ka_ry9re99peopomqIU_LllFtOIPpSzb3RMJqBJs_m_vSC9NwOYMzqUhBqLxllbfE4cLGLrjg07npbVmyQSnsNLisxGH23avhJxeEHys0ZNMs/s1600-h/IMG_1315.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZdnKVplOg0SPM5eBG9XpbKLpL43cG2Ka_ry9re99peopomqIU_LllFtOIPpSzb3RMJqBJs_m_vSC9NwOYMzqUhBqLxllbfE4cLGLrjg07npbVmyQSnsNLisxGH23avhJxeEHys0ZNMs/s320/IMG_1315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387075576811429218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KJpcyIFFaZ84MV8QMxrwQOs0oiG-qDMMLTZEBdUqikXrdFpQhl7oihaz-73yXHfJZXEJAbxA9PuYDItQhv7Dejl8dwdP_kS9Lhx-UeWu1wLYiuvcJPH5B_KA2ztWR5a-Uq6Dx1ubcPw/s1600-h/IMG_1318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KJpcyIFFaZ84MV8QMxrwQOs0oiG-qDMMLTZEBdUqikXrdFpQhl7oihaz-73yXHfJZXEJAbxA9PuYDItQhv7Dejl8dwdP_kS9Lhx-UeWu1wLYiuvcJPH5B_KA2ztWR5a-Uq6Dx1ubcPw/s320/IMG_1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387076075825356658" border="0" /></a>Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-58138981430956313052009-09-28T05:46:00.001-07:002009-09-28T05:50:14.712-07:00HamZola's quite the ham. My friend took these photos with her iPhone. She called this pose "Zola's Sexy Pose." Indeed, it's provocative. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxxadvvI22EMRi8jeBxvI7EA-t2G_iyWiJBLxVU0qgfvHvWWYYA1nQ1ZWUVtjri4MK6auy9kXAdKtsoJ7PEu-Phj1dML7-tned8vFYdE30fYZsUkp2fkhgd9RZ_zGWbqP_JvBPzpQNTI/s1600-h/IMG_0386.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxxadvvI22EMRi8jeBxvI7EA-t2G_iyWiJBLxVU0qgfvHvWWYYA1nQ1ZWUVtjri4MK6auy9kXAdKtsoJ7PEu-Phj1dML7-tned8vFYdE30fYZsUkp2fkhgd9RZ_zGWbqP_JvBPzpQNTI/s320/IMG_0386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386499269349487826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3BD-iZBedKWMbkVO2VCClGhlT2qU4i1Wy3phVG6yrKlDurNEA76KSas6t0Y_1ibuYvKfEUDW_Ks2y2klXU5YatIf8Mq_CKSOTgzEBXeRAheBIbF0xN0xWGFLuALMN-GPSSsB5-BBJP0/s1600-h/IMG_0385.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3BD-iZBedKWMbkVO2VCClGhlT2qU4i1Wy3phVG6yrKlDurNEA76KSas6t0Y_1ibuYvKfEUDW_Ks2y2klXU5YatIf8Mq_CKSOTgzEBXeRAheBIbF0xN0xWGFLuALMN-GPSSsB5-BBJP0/s320/IMG_0385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386499259214850642" border="0" /></a>Zola's birthday is tomorrow. Depending on the weather I figure we may stroll over to the park and have a little picnic. Last year we had a very exciting part for her first birthday. This year, in honor of her turning 2 I thought it should just be the two of us.Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-52129108114421378042009-09-01T11:15:00.001-07:002009-09-01T11:17:08.300-07:00Oldest Dog Dies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFYMuUQSieMaSaoMjq18eoTZWkXfthBokAyFOqPjmPDevmE_tioGXDYE9q7DUOXOVPGvxuLteWdWa3VZYD1kMs2J9NZ5qsY6y5XCLqDIBslJ4Fsza9SE-iSSIuCY13-yNUPiLwlUWJiI/s1600-h/old+dog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFYMuUQSieMaSaoMjq18eoTZWkXfthBokAyFOqPjmPDevmE_tioGXDYE9q7DUOXOVPGvxuLteWdWa3VZYD1kMs2J9NZ5qsY6y5XCLqDIBslJ4Fsza9SE-iSSIuCY13-yNUPiLwlUWJiI/s320/old+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376564696461917218" border="0" /></a>Bless<a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_obit_world_s_oldest_dog"> her</a> heart! I can only hope Zola sticks around for that long!Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-31248237511871963532009-08-16T08:10:00.000-07:002009-08-16T08:15:44.059-07:00PersonalityWe haven't posted in awhile but all is well. Zola and I have had a busy summer. We have had many changes which have resulted in new routines and adjustments. As always, we have adapted and come closer in return. I wanted to share this video that I received this morning from a friend of mine, also a dachshund owner.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJrlHXSA5Qc&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJrlHXSA5Qc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />This stubborn behavior and the sideways looks are so typical of the dachshund. I don't know how many times I have seen Zola stuck in a position like this and give me those same eyes. Oh how we spoil them! They are just to cute to discipline.Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-895584343712067042009-06-29T06:27:00.000-07:002009-06-29T06:34:44.936-07:00Lazy DaysThis is what I woke up next to Saturday morning: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741239273100050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEir11cI0ka3FDCBaqpys8AH-LoaIAxyGmcgF87w96riukWQaStd4iOcP2VjCda_gtxOg9GCH15U9m1YyhbqGQWrv6RF7nBLSWKVLqmycBFt05_InWl4s88gOUwGSPVkptdjj21c-WUFI/s320/IMAG0017.jpg" border="0" />It's not the best picture because it was taking on my phone but it's Zola laying beside me like a person. We are quite the pack!<br /><p>Later that afternoon I went to check out the <a href="http://www.philbrook.org/">Philbrook Museum </a>and there were many pieces indicative of how inspiring our four legged friends can be:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741095582438418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4LnAqWgPbh5G7wNyzTj56pg5F3_Gh5s9pDyCxJVpkcl_OT9YCc8iZxPrvwymroZDk8dkt9UBXox5g2wJbC04uwU1TOPRGoOQol_rtLfCXvUcd_sg6IlwjsvXlLLvzqTjZNPaA3fky6cM/s320/IMAG0024.jpg" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741101481601938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcz8yZ8ssWq85QWnxWTTlVdAuuR8Dy2lbkil97zgbikG0aGW8JLmOjJO8EXfNDdXlUnXQ6H43rIS56ucKBL_qKcraZ0p9OW7zXUD9e5LlEBSZLIlmSD6GS0ynn7f_VILV5KHuF8sJ08oo/s320/IMAG0032.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741101758173266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSq9zUuc6poi8yzJQIVpjkxM8hMKKQ1HQb-xb7ICaVZqQWLFLOZ_DiY9zDt8wepQ0AEPxHQO94xLKgaGMhfSmzE0_uFjAmOxuT26ooDGrDtPJrMCBgKsDr7jzeieC8n8Srn6SWoWjgvo/s320/IMAG0033.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741105216800914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULGvgi-r8_37SY0dcO75iqxJmAM0FglaLhuLrDWnNaZ735M7-mQ0VL4-zFLYE83B8FCdqGuXSZa9ns3MG0N-XeSidm4IXbwdIb5_2Cm8GxcEO4zfsoIJQKz-HJ9E2wMcDDyLWYk-orjo/s320/IMAG0035.jpg" border="0" />Mr and Mrs. Dane were so regal and strong. If they would have fit in my purse I would have nabbed them (as if I'm that smooth).Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-72173827286136073572009-06-21T13:58:00.000-07:002009-06-21T14:07:44.813-07:00Playin'Today has been sweltering. It's so humid it's almost unbearable. Zola doesn't seem to mind the heat. She keeps wanting me to sit outside with her and I can only endure for about 10 minutes. I decided to hook up the sprinkler and see if Zola would play in it. She hates water but I figured if I would run around in it she would too. She would chase me around and try to stay out of the water but the radius was to much for her to avoid. I think in the end she had fun even if she acts like she doesn't like the water.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_UPS_z2mL4Vm4uHxZmV7IKnTy0fJSXyHayTv1IwMWMzCcgN6p6H0B7KRci1FSbCX-vzq_v1dHJUeHagv0tbvkwgjaVo2jT4aB7pawNnZYRJgXxFBlnXcu5YfUrND5bd8-Ry1QcK_L0Y/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349889780864039730" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzkG5ky6ICZmSfkWhW_wE8LzC3I464GkJN4geFI_Am3OTtauuomFaCCQdYiHRcmmt0siocDq3xjGymDsOFKE6Kt28inR_ProQhhgCDHuUQSHoayJhtGXMgRwXDWE7FF9MBN73MIH1zr8/s320/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349889788366346402" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEN3JUvgcDbVaHcZt42nYuiR7oD1VduxgrPGtwD7Afrd1kf5R9fvW-Zqbm3V0a6DIOGc92xQfxoQavEB_CRS7bDC4-1tanVLMwLk3Hk947L1gRPRB9P_vC47bhDGldn22jNfJrh-VJJoM/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349889793324322146" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6IxQxwwNYMFgpUx_lokRrF4s6IydBUiCFYl9uo01kn3fzAGAuoprspqQMPwau400aNd08riNxvbWX7N7yRav-v81ToFA-bl6fg9Cx_dGbcJg7iVhYhucOIlLK5ia-rnYpoWwq4bKovY/s320/IMG_0816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349889801389082322" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; ">Ps. It's difficult to take a picture by yourself without a tripod and camera. In my favor, I do think it's an interesting perspective.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-29393335672085257542009-06-17T19:37:00.000-07:002009-06-17T19:48:34.469-07:00CricketsSummertime, oh, summertime! That being said, it's time for crickets! Cricket invasion! Tonight I let Zola out and she happened to find one of the noisy little buggers on the patio. She has always had a fascination with bugs but I think this was her first encounter with the lively cricket. I have never seen anything as adorable as Zola playing with that cricket. It would jump and she would lower her front paws as her tail wagged wildly. It didn't take long for a rhythm to develop: cricket -jump Zola- hop, paw. Jump, hop, paw; Jump, hop, paw. It was like a cartoon. I am amazed at how delicate she is with her insect playmates although most of them end up dead anyhow. The cricket lived as it made it through the fence pickets but Zola was sad to see it go. I wish I would have filmed it or at least gotten a photo but it was dark outside. I'm sure she there will be other bugs in the futureBill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-404648590825918562009-06-16T10:04:00.000-07:002009-06-16T10:10:23.353-07:00Big BarkChihuahuas. You either love them or you despise their yippy little barks. I have grown up around a couple of the greatest Chihuahuas ever. It's been quite an experience and I think the most important thing I have learned is that no matter how cute they are they are "one owner" dogs. Loyal companions with a "bit" of a Napoleon complex. How would you react if you were viewing the world from their eyes? I know I'd be on defense 99% of the time.<br /><br />I caught this story this morning on the national news. If you haven't experienced the joy of Chihuahua ownership and don't understand why anyone would want such a dog maybe this will convince you:<br /><object id="6247" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="394" width="448" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="11853"><param name="_cy" value="10425"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/syndication?id=48157512&path=%2Fhome%2Ftop_stories"><param name="Src" value="http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/syndication?id=48157512&path=%2Fhome%2Ftop_stories"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><embed src="http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/syndication?id=48157512&path=%2Fhome%2Ftop_stories" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" height="394" width="448"></embed><p style="font-size:small">View more news videos at: <a href="http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/video">http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/video</a>.</p></object>Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-47872986478854712592009-06-13T15:41:00.000-07:002009-06-13T15:51:38.681-07:00June!This afternoon Zola and I had a little get together to celebrate my brother's b-day and some anniversaries. We had a delicious lunch and sat out on out new patio for awhile. It was great to see everyone I wish it would have been a little cooler but nothing's perfect.<br /><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346947063469806450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dB1oG-ygnXbEPz1_VZGQxupWL_h7oIWDp4c5qdN2V03aG6FLl96iY4qvkD-wjmC0JSCnUS6hEPJpUX33SImwLO8OxsYvQ2fxmChje_kvoLXJ1uTGTngkXLFPN0F9GrNQSiQvzY4S8Fw/s320/Picture+164.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>The Birthday boy, Felisha and Zola's favorite cousin, Kujo!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346947056260998546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKhuWXDd8eG_PY2M7r_rn1Jg6PcF9LJVkyiMFMMb2qEtiHPxYRc7dusd086YwN-4syIJgOuodH73T2XrzM1hjMi1e9ZifwHH4Mb3yssb2v-7jEh6Y6XH_MT5pY4DnRC3u2NwALt_GTQ4/s320/1461.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346947044275158162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOOf-1uOLkR_s3oXEi8eqIaPBPXWtPUvrZB3EZNqvExHP3k893cC08zaHpUw-ns66WNyJFXzc35QJmhH6r7lbSogQQlBnAWztydJMbA79EB1KuAgczSv4C9B-h1-6PUjmOMf5x4_roMU/s320/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" />This picture is so funny. Just look at that "ear-to-ear" grin on Zola's face!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346947961601703922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH1VK0MOw5Slr1dBo-vOnhVtomMVcSxI2ssD6hRuZuTU8OSOde7-UMNXHzYnTvT00l-m8zIn85_b2p3cGEXdb1EDYhAoAilbakFotild3Y0rc80tSHveNOoSdyl4ZupRktQa9KePS1v2g/s320/Picture+145.jpg" border="0" />Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-88406044251569609072009-06-07T18:53:00.000-07:002009-06-07T19:05:43.903-07:00Summer Breeze #2Zola and I just got back from the second concert in the Summer Breeze Concert Series. Tonight, <a href="http://www.travislinvillemusic.com/">Travis Linville</a>. He is from Norman and plays a mixture of blues and bluegrass with a smidgen of jazz. I have to admit I liked the last concert better, I don't favor country and some of his stuff bordered that style. Zola did better this time around although she was pretty restless throughout. She does ok when there aren't other dogs around and when children aren't running around chasing one another.<br /><br /><div><div><div>All-and-all, it was a fair night, a storm is rolling in so we cut out early. Now a cup of tea and a shower to rinse off the bug spray, then it's bedtime! Hope everyone had a delightful weekend!</div><div></div><div>Here is a photo of the band and a couple action shots of Zola:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344771417756377810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowSoPEm77BJ-_kjWzkPFJ6KZijWpUyrbG5vv7HRyRkSX7LgX4JTkjJd7Nj_c5Pk_mdyM5Vhjem54x0OnyG5rcrY1NRXoEt34jDZEJ1ACPurw6SpBAip7dMohR_s8b-pZkBHnSV3ThSW8/s320/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344771425216132354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHR208XUB3D9OoZQJQl9ekLRklv_C_OHdt-TWKQSYyhtuix7hih6RpCZsOkfN1-2Qvl2oiiTzARk7c88Lhra8M_ewHMCLEa7XMz-X6UCJWv9GYmr7iS5rJ_m1v_l0dVgfngCS8U-tNmwU/s320/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344771421848313810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNFf43IjvjWNs05kowTqUFCWzZjqVmScsO4JoM11IrTvJLHq8C3B7S5UslXvgJdhhZp9IYFTIUATNaT_uztSUT8yqbFCoIH0Qrrawpi0saHcMWbJ4ToZrKkrZ7oWi3ESrYbH0Igx3kRA/s320/Picture+135.jpg" border="0" />Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-7867325831163605202009-06-02T09:29:00.000-07:002009-06-02T09:33:31.267-07:00Outdoor LoungingLast weekend my mom came over to help me finish the patio. It's done! Now it's time for citronella torches and grilling. I haven't had a chance to spread some grass seed since we tore up the yard so picture the dirt with lush, green grass! Zola and I can't wait to spend evenings lounging outside.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342768939251337218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrE37LzLWDA1x8jGAd88qrEQypTA88llorZXzk2AGsCxn9yUQBuDWZFVfELFc8JbTZLzPHhMy6f4jnJJU6bPQwxByxNMUK-p_kN6JrDg8r1ttHis5DZwguHxqEXSkg-TDdaxEPw3V2yfI/s320/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" />Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-87162458563306705732009-05-26T20:16:00.000-07:002009-05-26T20:59:06.333-07:00Chasing CatsTonight I took a drive and when I got back I let Zola outside. She sniffed around and then found things weren't quite right. A cat was in her yard! She chased it off and then proceeded to sniff around for about 20 minutes. I guess she was making sure there weren't any intruders hiding elsewhere. She is a silly dog.<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cK5Uw16gemM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cK5Uw16gemM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />After her little escapade she was pretty worn out. She came in wanting to cuddle up and relax. So far this is the highlight of her day, and perhaps her week.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340338197171648594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqXb3FdUcvXp98A0XCDbA4go3_LdFfyuuF0NEyYR_bM1H22czYALZuC0HXV8lnWTu7qoS8_nh-NzgSzmVK2W-69Q41owkgd-o__xea7xkk4VioAob7XLTbxc3EGJWS7tnVvYcPdupGu8/s320/Picture+110.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340338392759720002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xsNruzSdmAcmsTZNwNFYZDO5SoZ5RQWVmYH6quXqtPOvZXR_FIEwF8Mpzx71qCKja1m18t8dEIojeUUtrNWawAZJqk5tpGm_Z00y4vUhm1tzEctUTQDJDXSrA4HWSPYJIrEw60GlDyM/s320/Picture+111.jpg" border="0" />Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-40041007637192655792009-05-24T19:45:00.000-07:002009-05-24T20:57:42.283-07:00Summer BreezeThis evening was beautiful, lucky for the Summer Breeze Concert Series and the band, Elephant Revival. You can check Elephant Revival out <a href="http://www.myspace.com/elephantrevival">here</a>. Zola and I took a blanket an 'popped a squat.' Everyone kept approaching Zola wanting to pet her but she is just a little beast. Kids kept running up to our pad and she would growl viciously. I wish she were nicer and more social but I am happy that she is my protector. She could never physically protect me but she is alarming so that is a plus. Anyway we sat for awhile listened to some great music and walked a bit soaking up springtime weather (which is near nonexistent here). What a beautiful night!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339589041603027970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-GEcTj0pgx12qxWCCkr5KAag1KAnJFudiGUH5di_L2XTakUPhJPsa1l21hIdk62xp4k5PsAQp9TiX0mYplAuyhPpUsZoARn0yBu0fhihldN-5v3wu2A-0yCtlbTgFeOBx46D0wG_zs0/s320/Dc107.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>The band:</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339589046456942562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dUalVe9DwSgovdGgIhX-abqAXI608FmvjN_h-FlRr5LP8WHrLjgJ5rHGQPJVV63msB0MzE2E1BPpnfeDlXSvFdnL_XpTkcRIQO0y8vGijBXBZ2ewH6t-qafnqD2AR7W-MDeamWBJSIc/s320/Dc105.jpg" border="0" /></p>Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-14652092643134858892009-05-16T16:26:00.000-07:002009-05-16T16:39:30.154-07:00BetasApparently Betas are prone to constipation. Fun stuff eh? Last week my fish, Ziggy, was acting really weird. He was just floating sideways on the top of the water. After inspection I realized he couldn't swim downward. Thanks to Joey and the internet I found out he had a broken swim bladder. One remedy was to cook a pea, peel the skin and get them to eat some of it. This was definitely easier said than done but I tried. I was worried that he was going to die but Thursday I came home and he was back to normal YAY!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336570219283716978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mcpU3DRA5fSMtxb1glMY7WUP31i2IACfJDcVqx9cPPRmMEKruMcJwMy6liUkYcqxRXSfMf4neqd7ES51x3NSI57gtYGbVVYLk6HskB0lNcWTQW51UDWijNgHyFqfVjOifaMFFiVcpEM/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" border="0" /><br />Fish are hard to photo. Pointers welcome, apologies for poor quality.Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-42599185516483094892009-05-11T10:37:00.000-07:002009-05-11T10:45:36.288-07:00I have been bad about posting lately. Apologies. Last Saturday we went to the Dachshund Dash, which benefited the Oklahoma Human Society. It was a lot of fun, there were so many adorable dogs. We missed the entry date so Zola wasn't racing this year but maybe next year. I really think she could win it! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622104837004994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0MYekq_d_XCYD2h14AhTWLZrxb9k-bsxirXIMdAtuvKgWUVWThwETy2ziR-Mtwvl6YCOb6bwGBSgFPbdlhYKX1Fo1wotyMjbXIQetHQSmLlDlmePGlWQL8vhp01ONCVj8Rtuxv2kfJbQ/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622110193640434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqSwwzoDXgtmgy8vNYMo8WwvHI5VGfHY5X4CiGP4lF-7t6GLLYYsgM26IZAzUmk3wMpTcGYcYtuOt0vYfID0vycybehhmu_STL_3a1BF6MnF8_XJTXrvlRUH3RzEnvGI29UUo3tARDjs/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" />These were the doxie boxes. It was pretty silly watching them try to wrestle their dogs into them.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622116172300978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFx7eGl4zJ7ARJwhNeYZmopMx8-fJyHOBk9kKCuxV0g4jKgbm28T9rEGt-JuVgicDnBKgdF-IZfQJcf1ERETuJFKK9vnGKt20O9m5m47FT8eZlXdGK9Y-58VGS2vuydcTML6vWNHNUPHo/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" border="0" />3,2,1...And they're off!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622118351702162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mKTy0KekQQEthtdZeluFSrTRbPqA-5RbdPIOE3vfRBwJW0g9gdSjwr0o6mNTZOER2coy_1R129OJ2UBbZuTACAlXp3HdrjRSNsj-WboYEc6es9M8vvO2-YZfTKe8HVN5VXcCJZw0wBU/s320/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" />Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-18347551817746578462009-04-22T18:07:00.000-07:002009-04-22T18:16:52.851-07:00Warm WeatherToday was a beautiful day! It was sunny with a little breeze. We took a leisure walk:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1hE0KkRkt7XD5PTaf4kSZTKSc8JQXOOclsZfxwyBf-sa97SEecKsZSxhEGn0kkVKs0v4b4YCVQwVFtB48lvgXih-CPI3jPyfCqaOzRAdKEyYrxqZl9ovWD-3jOn75pBPdZf0YaD2L2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327688790944056002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1hE0KkRkt7XD5PTaf4kSZTKSc8JQXOOclsZfxwyBf-sa97SEecKsZSxhEGn0kkVKs0v4b4YCVQwVFtB48lvgXih-CPI3jPyfCqaOzRAdKEyYrxqZl9ovWD-3jOn75pBPdZf0YaD2L2Y/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZWcBrKJW8DRcOZrHecv5yX8ki8j5wst7GBL9LLWE24GnTUhOXIt6dA5XYexRNbrgt7-LyYuBSf3ZZ1_qbrrRWbX872RtMbGJaLGJoNfXIckSUspDDyDHLA_wt0Xy4wc5SIYoRUeVySI/s1600-h/IMG_0519.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327688786443654642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZWcBrKJW8DRcOZrHecv5yX8ki8j5wst7GBL9LLWE24GnTUhOXIt6dA5XYexRNbrgt7-LyYuBSf3ZZ1_qbrrRWbX872RtMbGJaLGJoNfXIckSUspDDyDHLA_wt0Xy4wc5SIYoRUeVySI/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" /></a> Zola is still working on her problem solving.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXw1hdv0PZpnH364an7ff9ToLOOLhAreXHFM0sPDCFDyWwbq_mrkTnvGdDY-bUkGMnlOzNAqp5k5V2k6DI7P7ZqrY6FldSe4bpwL2ISahb6NQr7VYTxMtN2H6HmzZad5PRSTCdNQecJk/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327688779208827922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXw1hdv0PZpnH364an7ff9ToLOOLhAreXHFM0sPDCFDyWwbq_mrkTnvGdDY-bUkGMnlOzNAqp5k5V2k6DI7P7ZqrY6FldSe4bpwL2ISahb6NQr7VYTxMtN2H6HmzZad5PRSTCdNQecJk/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbAlXuiEepTW0gvliB8IE1zjPUv5luWCxhFFd3ljsdnbbV1nUAbKgoCK4Wkv4cL1DpMYUPwoig36LXebrPLguk1e2NnzZjtkEx2hVNBdp7oqG4LaF5Cpav0Whe57f_QsHXfu03ljl49k/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327688774526762594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbAlXuiEepTW0gvliB8IE1zjPUv5luWCxhFFd3ljsdnbbV1nUAbKgoCK4Wkv4cL1DpMYUPwoig36LXebrPLguk1e2NnzZjtkEx2hVNBdp7oqG4LaF5Cpav0Whe57f_QsHXfu03ljl49k/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8a6m3K4si1D7vppjFgi3taxbqPwisscrFRjyz98a4Nfq9xZLcK2ZGBqweovDKZclhc0sjUFcPANQ6qQ3PJfYDUy88Y2Bo_UJaeMpGhH1WkMj00G9oc287jdLp15r726yVN8mb2urtpuY/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327688766695628146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8a6m3K4si1D7vppjFgi3taxbqPwisscrFRjyz98a4Nfq9xZLcK2ZGBqweovDKZclhc0sjUFcPANQ6qQ3PJfYDUy88Y2Bo_UJaeMpGhH1WkMj00G9oc287jdLp15r726yVN8mb2urtpuY/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" /></a> We passed 7 fire hydrants on our walk! Zola thoroughly checked out 3 but by the 4th one she was no longer interested. I sure hope this weather last!<br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475050833731943148.post-27364345656320009942009-04-08T09:23:00.001-07:002009-04-08T09:26:49.012-07:00"Please Hang on For Me..."From <a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/">Postsecret</a>:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQj0bapeTylCZEixW3D8WSv8lY-8y_pYXwtDJ40-6T6zgNEDTsC_w_IN21Hs8OLHt-8IkgXdkj0VP4-oAR6xPOZUDHdXsK513dE3sO9jaxnF8wQ4orOqNy_PbT28TCKhmz8_-Mmm9HPww/s1600-h/pleasehangonforme.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322357060153979650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQj0bapeTylCZEixW3D8WSv8lY-8y_pYXwtDJ40-6T6zgNEDTsC_w_IN21Hs8OLHt-8IkgXdkj0VP4-oAR6xPOZUDHdXsK513dE3sO9jaxnF8wQ4orOqNy_PbT28TCKhmz8_-Mmm9HPww/s320/pleasehangonforme.jpg" border="0" /></a> This brought a tear to my eye. Our pets become family members and we don't realize how we have neglected relationships until it's to late. Hopefully it won't be to late for this person! Long live the Dog!<br /><div></div>Bill the Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15072158463724676394noreply@blogger.com0