tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74025950317877074022024-03-14T02:36:19.039-07:00Vick Dog BlogTails, Stories and more from the dogs that survived Vick and the System.Jonny Justicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611294938858381178noreply@blogger.comBlogger170125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-77572193076403800282013-02-02T16:09:00.001-08:002013-02-02T16:09:28.629-08:00How To Get What You Want<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the look I give when I want someone in my family to read my mind....
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"Hmmmm, they say. Grace looks like she wants a new toy".
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I have a blast unstuffing my new squeaky duck toy. It's no match for my chewing talents.
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See, I told you! That look works every time.
Grace :)Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16564181682804071675noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-35479948195043851822012-10-22T21:42:00.001-07:002012-10-22T21:42:59.824-07:00Uba, NW1<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Five years ago I was pretty sure that all I would ever know was the plain concrete box I lived in. I was just a little pup, not even six months old, when they took me and my cousins away from the life we knew in the woods and put us in boxes. I started to forget who I was. I forgot about the woods I used to live in and that there was anything outside my box. Some of the other dogs forgot themselves before I did and believed that the box was all there was. Hector didn't forget and he would bark at the people that hosed us and our boxes and it would remind me that once I knew something other than the box.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Five years ago the kind man called Tim climbed up to my box, opened the door and asked me to come out. I was really scared because the box was me and I was the box. I couldn't remember what was outside the box. Tim reached in and lifted me down to the ground and patted me with kind hands and that was the first day of my freedom.
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Freedom sounds wonderful, but when all you know is a box, freedom is overwhelming. My mom, Lulu, and all my friends spent a lot of time explaining to me that there is nothing to be scared of and that they would keep me safe. They called me “environmentally sensitive” and one friend who helps humans called veterans said I was like her patients who have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. With help I got brave at home, at pit ed class, in wild places and in a few other places, like Jonny's house. New places stayed scary.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; text-align: center;">One day we went to a new school where Audie's mom showed us a new game. I didn’t want to go inside the school or eat hot dogs. I was too scared to pay attention. We kept playing the game with the hot dogs and one day I was so interested in using my nose that I started to forget about being scared. After lots of practice I learned to find birch oil, anise oil and clove oil instead of hot dogs and I got brave enough to look for the oils in different places. When I go to new places now I wonder if there might be a search to do and I don’t want to melt in to the ground so much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This weekend I gave myself and my mom an early five years free present and earned my NW1 title. I got scared a few times, but I found all the oil and told my mom where it was. The judges gave me two special “Ps” which stands for pronounced and means I was extra good at working with my mom. <span style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span></div>
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This summer I was lucky enough to have my BFF Ivie Lu come over to play a few times. She's great. We take walks, wrestle, and lay around being lazy together. But there's one thing we do not have in common - that would be playing in the water. You see, Ivie loves the water and I do not. Here she is trying to convince me to get in the pool! "No way", I say!!
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So I show her that the only thing the pool is good for is a big drink of water.
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Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16564181682804071675noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-17013757117579441832012-06-27T21:12:00.000-07:002012-06-27T21:12:52.365-07:00Just Call Me Super Dog This weekend I dressed up and went on a walk with all my friends incognito.<br />
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I thought that my outfit would let me enjoy the day quietly and the people would pay attention to my sister, Lulu, and my foster sister, Tallulah.</div>
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My plan backfired a little. As we walked the people along the way kept calling me. "Super Dog! Super Dog!" they kept shouting. </div>
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I left on a journey that took me many places.</div>
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I made many friends, held a few jobs, and found a family.</div>
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or running for joy...</div>
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or boucning for joy.</div>
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</div>Jonny Justicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611294938858381178noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-63555789098123701412012-04-22T20:30:00.003-07:002012-04-22T20:38:45.084-07:00My Precious<div style="text-align: center;">After dinner treat</div><div style="text-align: center;">the bouncy red rubber ball</div><div style="text-align: center;">it is mine all mine</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4O3n7qcT0ydyuvWtXCRl8ayV0jJrxzNQFgj_hKNt6An_JJGVK6YWrsXQtV-MtMQ42keikcGeHT_NIzgzbi0iiN5c9beOtFW9cRb5SqBgcYWqKtHzifIxIrMzHU95VEYtqu0VcZfUOzY/s400/IMG_3309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734434256034022754" /><div>I am a lucky dog.</div><div>hugs,</div><div>Uba</div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-14292863461506205972012-03-19T20:11:00.008-07:002012-03-19T20:36:40.695-07:00iFun PhotosHi, it's me,Grace. I've been bored with all of this rain, so I resorted to taking silly pictures of myself with the iPad. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistsw9CQAPegc40_LnHYRVvgoWqbS-q8feMzFvXPm5vSuhpVhARh_HXU5f81F-oiahToWLDqpT7EOSIzxCOD-g23uT9jkeeyIUQTs3aDPbBculnXDY_mXNfxVE08VMTMOfEGDmJLz6mmmq/s1600/ipad+photo+booth312+015.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistsw9CQAPegc40_LnHYRVvgoWqbS-q8feMzFvXPm5vSuhpVhARh_HXU5f81F-oiahToWLDqpT7EOSIzxCOD-g23uT9jkeeyIUQTs3aDPbBculnXDY_mXNfxVE08VMTMOfEGDmJLz6mmmq/s320/ipad+photo+booth312+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721812572329937586" /></a><br />Grace The Polar Bear<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8woxspzrwnEuCe823ryNxxSTSRrK4hrDabT6OrXBMoM7YXv0WHRRDkBfU6rVp6PsZYu_1Uonburvkwrs7MS2NfWfRcz5lHOB1ulmSMV_zHIaHvRjIwx_Jq07Anuol9aApSX2D0IGueOv/s1600/ipad+photo+booth312+019.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8woxspzrwnEuCe823ryNxxSTSRrK4hrDabT6OrXBMoM7YXv0WHRRDkBfU6rVp6PsZYu_1Uonburvkwrs7MS2NfWfRcz5lHOB1ulmSMV_zHIaHvRjIwx_Jq07Anuol9aApSX2D0IGueOv/s320/ipad+photo+booth312+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721812993159882418" /></a><br />Grace the Dachshund<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMot6hVMitMLHanITFBrYbpm1Fcn39lkBoCuOmjLG3oVlbO3l6lXNCPC0cnmhaXlJ5OfS_iZh2O48P4IIP_89lUGLeTKjKLC2TxaVvqkDQfM-qq86ZthvLAAawf2u1ab-KFypAxamD0MQ0/s1600/ipad+photo+booth312+026.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMot6hVMitMLHanITFBrYbpm1Fcn39lkBoCuOmjLG3oVlbO3l6lXNCPC0cnmhaXlJ5OfS_iZh2O48P4IIP_89lUGLeTKjKLC2TxaVvqkDQfM-qq86ZthvLAAawf2u1ab-KFypAxamD0MQ0/s320/ipad+photo+booth312+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721813616869772546" /></a><br />Dizzy Grace<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_azQK9y_xisSQ9EyB9fa9lAyiv56PItctqt8cTQlQFwKU7v5I_YcPqWHu8H81nh2CCSk4r05mF1vvUuZcEDW7V-8xK6dfrDBAq-gPiOGOAxpCRXK3rilKrf9SBq_CAlWn8FDosYU8mHkb/s1600/ipad+photo+booth312+039.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_azQK9y_xisSQ9EyB9fa9lAyiv56PItctqt8cTQlQFwKU7v5I_YcPqWHu8H81nh2CCSk4r05mF1vvUuZcEDW7V-8xK6dfrDBAq-gPiOGOAxpCRXK3rilKrf9SBq_CAlWn8FDosYU8mHkb/s320/ipad+photo+booth312+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721814000696864338" /></a><br />Piggy Grace<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_he8XMUUU-kuv7QZLjkI8IHcfk1uuy2toHR8SikNp2wOCKofT5C9eqBzQQ4HW-A0PoX_v_OLRLG9HvGRPAyke699oveIceQR7gKvba4CdqyNr_2-tRiiiY9sg1_nxmLYPCDdCLE5oz1E/s1600/ipad+photo+booth312+027.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_he8XMUUU-kuv7QZLjkI8IHcfk1uuy2toHR8SikNp2wOCKofT5C9eqBzQQ4HW-A0PoX_v_OLRLG9HvGRPAyke699oveIceQR7gKvba4CdqyNr_2-tRiiiY9sg1_nxmLYPCDdCLE5oz1E/s320/ipad+photo+booth312+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721816482994500738" /></a><br />Gracie Twins<br /><br />What do you think?Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16564181682804071675noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-58129586206748259772012-02-19T09:02:00.001-08:002012-02-19T09:24:12.751-08:00Squirrel Patrol<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4bNqJ7pKKp299sKFarTR4rpSPG96gpF95E_4GSa8CqWYqVBB4VpBlpw1CW2SlCDwYCE3G8bEx7DT0ybs1Ro5UFqXeV3XdnxsmshAXeNhVnsZkfl-Onn0gnlsj8ypN5cwhn9PB4j4p4c/s1600/Audie+Squirrel+Patrol.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4bNqJ7pKKp299sKFarTR4rpSPG96gpF95E_4GSa8CqWYqVBB4VpBlpw1CW2SlCDwYCE3G8bEx7DT0ybs1Ro5UFqXeV3XdnxsmshAXeNhVnsZkfl-Onn0gnlsj8ypN5cwhn9PB4j4p4c/s400/Audie+Squirrel+Patrol.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710893464327649250" /></a><br /><br />No, I have never caught one. Besides, she wouldn't let me if I could. But those irritatingly chatty squirrels live in the tall trees just beyond and mock me from above. So, I feel it is my responsibility, no, it's my duty, to volunteer for squirrel patrol in case they all decide to climb down and invade my lawn!audiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541244640688605326noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-43351123810621335442012-02-03T14:24:00.000-08:002012-02-03T14:34:52.095-08:00Happy Valentine's Day<div style="text-align: left;">My valentine understood me back in the early days when I didn't even understand myself. She taught me everything I know and helped me feel safe. She tolerates me even when I'm really bouncy. She lets me curl up next to her and use her ear as a blanket. I wouldn't be the dog I am without her.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4BId-f-eVmAk6qcxuOdg6mBjIAWB3sswdnZKhYp-vFKs4_Xnr_ueMmMUnxI5VWyOZYVrWwM03RTE1Z71ct0-dhfA7Ghb9e3AcehcEkdjsrrBX7Yu-A2_SNIp_nQaKN67LscRTTBtedg/s400/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705040229958554882" /></div><div>Thank you for being my big sister, Lulu. I love you.</div><div><br /></div><div>love,</div><div>Uba</div><div><br /></div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-9566862505242012462012-01-19T19:49:00.000-08:002012-01-19T19:57:48.324-08:00Come and Meet Us!<div style="text-align: left;">In case you missed it, Jonny Justice, Teddles, and me, Uba, will be hanging out at AnnaBee's in Pacifica on Saturday, January 21st. We will be signing books and answering all your important questions. My good friend Sydney will be hanging out with us too.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 420px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4_zcPpfOfagUZyCmf4MkS6mSWdrGYP2-pD7PT5AFJZ4xY5ui6vY4qXalJKm474TInuxNBH4YacNa0gk6I0bdi4TjnT983yxxhAVqkO8IIjGoDsBVCdey4ckt0pygUdmEMhyphenhyphenOeAZmwXo/s1600/book.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div><div>Come and say hi, we can't wait to meet you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hugs,</div><div>Uba</div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-43994606627942540542012-01-15T18:52:00.000-08:002012-01-15T19:17:06.397-08:00Getting Strong and Bored<div style="text-align: left;">I have been working very hard on getting my strength back after my surgery. First I got to run around and play in the back yard and we started going for nice long walks. After a while Star came to stay with us. We played and went on walks and had a ton of fun together. I thought she would be a great foster sister, but then she went home with her new family.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLtLKADtaY-MOU2Yrjoz3q1ZypUjooHRxe92SRPdHopC9KiGWtDUnmWB60r-VWpA3AG-tXUPgHNBH6hyphenhyphentmPJSMlPah6L1VWVN8Bk6iFF1XhbLORn-vqdZ8SnSAlBSrYMTIqM7ijOXspmc/s400/IMG_0917.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698061806984475186" /></div><div>Then I got really bored, and I spent a lot of time staring at my mom and talking to her about how I wanted my treadmill back and a foster sister. </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGlcfFG49QBdKRwOYUbTQlZZDMjp-c0Fwg5DkTiBZSvUII2aJaSrFQ15Gk4pd_FsG_GPwsCHfOEWArTzqgb0oPxqdnImG7sXvBIB2HYT6dACAPMO_6XdVwIu3XQG7DvNM_XSAaGPmR_4/s400/IMAG0184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698061826870656610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></span><div>I had to keep asking, but eventually she got the idea and bought my treadmill back. I am so happy that I can run and run and make myself handsome and buff again.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyn-Tom2ZKlXvhm-4Aa2kxe3RWYlpTzZeYlb0HAANpjDIcXkr6jeSc6QC51pRlcG5m5X9sQXr1ISv3ZnWGxbG-kPeK__fUnyPhAZ6aNhs0ZGeepxPJfXqeQdrNCOw1qjVPNwyZfI6XBs/s400/IMG_1081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698061811362560994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px; " /></span><div>Then, this weekend, it got even better and a new foster sister came to stay. We are still deciding on her name, but I can tell you she is a superhero and it is going to be a whole lot of fun teaching her about the world.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr24VOuoK2K0Spf6SOfvLZ9ciiHJrbPenu0o-0ZeOhTPJ9EsPyr1JA7SQu_6L3BNmY6gy0YpIPR-BEXi30DxhOW0PI7F9BGQF9_tyBnjc1WaXXCuMzQvh96BbY5jm9NY5dFhlpV2zxbj8/s400/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698061833393516722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Lesson number one for the new foster girl - keep your eyeballs out of my pictures!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Hugs, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Uba</span></div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-32789552905117517052011-12-01T19:54:00.000-08:002011-12-01T20:09:33.321-08:00A Pig in the Poles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDAKC0mHXCKq13JerpgT34Awh8kf9m_AyVMfKJJPrpRYHwwPO0luFRlJKudYyeuRdD2cMOz8mhOJVEH9qQZqJGKpueXfIBabZHZ5dtkv1tuIp9RpUXHIbzDvIHsrJnwdSKrOuulGu2As/s1600/dm_240149.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDAKC0mHXCKq13JerpgT34Awh8kf9m_AyVMfKJJPrpRYHwwPO0luFRlJKudYyeuRdD2cMOz8mhOJVEH9qQZqJGKpueXfIBabZHZ5dtkv1tuIp9RpUXHIbzDvIHsrJnwdSKrOuulGu2As/s400/dm_240149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681374569434947058"></a><br />She hoped that I could be a therapy dog because I’m little, sweet, cute, and I know lots of tricks. But, that hasn’t happened because I’m still just a little too afraid of the world. Maybe it will happen someday for me, but in the meantime, I take agility classes for fun and entertainment. Unfortunately, I don’t bend through the weave poles like a border collie because I’m shaped like a pig. And I wouldn’t miss the weave pole entry on the first try if my teammate would just queue me correctly. Jeez, lady.<br />Here I am in my very first agility trial being sort of fast despite my pig-like physique. She seemed happy about the ribbons I won, but I didn’t really care. I’m a dog and I do it because it’s fun to run. <br /> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwS6hbJOrff1cFrg7-C_lQNFAWIEj8Nju_x0xiTNvCsE8o1wIvlcJRibhoMI09Rr-oucYozBYA46LeG84_B8g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>audiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541244640688605326noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-29465961084919391362011-11-26T13:51:00.000-08:002011-11-26T14:05:11.461-08:00Dog-sized Christmas Tree<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxQbAC8L0O0dmn9lNo-XPSvFw1MgMHJkbXZZq-EuxeDFsYCL3eqC8PgE4U3ETUS7Oc-itnliYIk_GxfKiapudCEQK8dzt19h2_43UdDi9_dLZKcAfY1619kPhqBLkOo99fjgbjvDKuY6G/s1600/John%2527s+pictures+%2526+videos+134.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxQbAC8L0O0dmn9lNo-XPSvFw1MgMHJkbXZZq-EuxeDFsYCL3eqC8PgE4U3ETUS7Oc-itnliYIk_GxfKiapudCEQK8dzt19h2_43UdDi9_dLZKcAfY1619kPhqBLkOo99fjgbjvDKuY6G/s320/John%2527s+pictures+%2526+videos+134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679428285178455586" /></a><br /><br />Today my family is getting out this stuff they call Christmas decorations and I'm helping. There's even a little tree just my size in the room where I sleep!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdJDPQPPnx83tAdIKk1OqhySESuS-uE4z3zXW5Anm_qDX_a4M0tJGSZM1zTI6tUWNhAqe0UGbJgAhZxZXWfT9I9_2KQ2b4F-KUeWZubFX8G6f4TYYUrijepNEVshZgLQo70Bk3KfqlLTz/s1600/John%2527s+pictures+%2526+videos+130.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679427381876551682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdJDPQPPnx83tAdIKk1OqhySESuS-uE4z3zXW5Anm_qDX_a4M0tJGSZM1zTI6tUWNhAqe0UGbJgAhZxZXWfT9I9_2KQ2b4F-KUeWZubFX8G6f4TYYUrijepNEVshZgLQo70Bk3KfqlLTz/s320/John%2527s+pictures+%2526+videos+130.JPG" /></a><br /><br />It's kind of exciting, but this decorating thing can make a girl tired!<br />-GraceGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16564181682804071675noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-2408639123497768482011-11-17T19:33:00.001-08:002011-11-17T19:56:32.275-08:00Bouncy Uba is BACK!<div style="text-align: left;">I thought it would never happen, but the doctor says I'm all better. My naughty knee has gone away for good. I still have to be nice to my new knee for a few more weeks, but I'm allowed to jump up on my mom's big bed and lie in the sun again.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8s-xiyF4HgZJtEzgTt73FS5hK-ISNiDzUI0IVgb_jUMv2E6zrANyK7nsl5sGWzcUXgBlJ4msDEsxnW5nOrnJDSfdNsGd7ruWOkbeCJiKaqB_2Vgl4vUihGedc4-A51VJRqSriPwapac/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676175537850492610" /></div><div>I can run and play in the back yard, and go for walks and best of all go to training classes. We went for a walk in one of my favorite places to celebrate my new knee. I sniffed and sniffed everything and looked at the fat squirrels and it made me smile to be back out in the world.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTg-lbEoXdzdx9YigdAidIXChJ-FXOnpgFyBD1TgXuxpvd8D14V5WxI7XTcA-9XyZ7okYq6H4Ij6OGtJiA9_hCpQnEkdK6CmyqLZKYThLchiWZFigoSjcy1ke9tFuOpaFRNW6aXB_ask/s400/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676176804446113010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div>I got really tired and had to lie down and pant for a long time when we got home. I kept on smiling because my new knee makes me very happy.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqL7ZZBAF-K7qSw8OnltcpczthyphenhyphenqK8KOx3vaMjfY_-KCmYuMyOVhH0LSeBSjqP8AiMAAB_zk76Qx5lSxtV8MczzoHmkOxE0dVn39eBl446neAwZ3W6dffE_68coQ9wYUIe2qGn96ag8pQ/s400/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676175545376774338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div>Thank you Dr. Sams and all the nice people at the Sams Clinic for taking such good care of me and helping me get my bounce back.</div><div><br /></div><div>hugs,</div><div>Uba</div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-19263403930989361012011-10-27T20:11:00.000-07:002011-10-27T21:22:36.368-07:00Floppy Uba<div style="text-align: left;">Since my surgery I have learned that there is a new kind of Uba. Its called floppy Uba. </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbdwTRoPr60WH97l_EZxzwTlyeLPMQJoUbv84OIflB2RHKZxnpNcp2g16X6zmdxcCpj05Ms7I97RBzihFltCEkHfVVU_K1Z_-7E5wJ3SGDz4xTvxHyByQ06pf44yrbqUftkiPRrjnQV8/s400/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668383258901317122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /><div style="text-align: left;">I think floppy Uba has something to do with this little bright pink treat that she says is helping my knee heal. Every morning on my breakfast there is one of the special pink treats.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwjpbcgpJHjnLmsI91l5Xs4uyDR8kGK4aMzvGzusLm-Rn5pSDlitvztJX91x8dBaEl4ZJlt-KRzpI0hyl8VPnOBMoVFVy3fAkGnhTC33BoNPybQxOIGQDiJp8LDEwoiIWlbhiGm8doHU/s400/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668383267294873410" /></div><div>Then, after breakfast my mom makes a little meat ball with a special treat tucked in the middle. She puts it in the fridge and my friends who come in the middle of the day to help me walk around the back yard on leash and check on the squirrel give it to me.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4f3YFQAxAhjPnCWEJ-3PlDtnz9Wdaj9fygZqQc2gxbkgXRmuOkIhW7pnHowSP7S1mRh7V898gNT5YXHG1frGvHxrdmbuhvq62y478QHwLt85ngjloNdEtRweJn0Xg0iURFPgIVT9HTzc/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668383275131167394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div>After I eat the pink treats I feel all floppy. My body is all heavy and I just want to rest in the sun. She says this is good for me because it lets my new knee get ready for all the fun I have planned. If my mom is home, she helps my floppy body get up on the bench in the sun so I can snuggle with Lulu. Lulu is always kind of floppy and I guess thats why her knees aren't naughty.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaplOx6I2WIQjgKGo-6n0p67W5JaZiAcoilGme5WZyKzdriETZtYtMlZBStFBVMamIjoIqtFoCgZs24VJxUBdnc_1QbmptEmaoZVOMSZahReK9Nz51pafHymVwNVKHXBwx8YHiaTInLl4/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668383261397508898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div>I sometimes even get floppy while I'm working on the blog, which is why its taken a little while for me to get this post ready.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAg8G2nqRjhmCCw5gtFmnsHIyRtL7A8aeXs_JfCzjy0oOLk6hy8zQbSY-jZtHxaXZ2ibBHy4gqX69e4Rwe1c4FZd51EAoKLnFUIObVdJGrytozvnIwvk440BsGKZ8agw_LWjXLL6RbDw4/s400/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668383280745501362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div>My new knee feels really good when I try it out on my walks and when I do the things I'm not supposed to do because its been a long time since I had a pink treat. My mom says I have two more weeks until we go to see the doctor. Once the doctor has looked at my knee again I should be able to start having fun. Although being floppy Uba is ok, I can't wait to be bouncy and fun Uba again.</div><div><br /></div><div>floppy hugs,</div><div>Uba</div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-26273086765371610882011-10-11T09:02:00.000-07:002011-10-11T09:38:47.253-07:00I'm a Canine Good Citizen!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevK3ymPi3Eht84lHqal_4sJKqRRokXo1ci8C_huEYOd6SnUXgb-npbIOR0F80Y6XPWbRH-Yq-ENv87aXqNncm0rY16GiAAgrUAWQop2DTFzyx7Ky6u71-05yPmRDkCGnqgPBOnc7D2Lkb/s1600/62011+015.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevK3ymPi3Eht84lHqal_4sJKqRRokXo1ci8C_huEYOd6SnUXgb-npbIOR0F80Y6XPWbRH-Yq-ENv87aXqNncm0rY16GiAAgrUAWQop2DTFzyx7Ky6u71-05yPmRDkCGnqgPBOnc7D2Lkb/s320/62011+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662271314268934930" /></a>
<br />Hi Everyone, it's me, Grace. You might remember that a couple of years ago I earned my Canine Good Citizen award with my foster dad. Well, my mom said to me about a month ago, "Hey Grace, I know you already know this stuff, but what do you say you and I take the Canine Good Citizen test again?" So I told her I would do it again, just for her if it would make her feel good.
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<br />So we practiced all these things like sitting, staying, coming, not pulling on the leash, and passing by dogs nicely without staring at them. I didn't mind it at all, because she gave me lots of treats for doing it.
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<br />This past weekend I went with my family to this place with a ton of dogs. They called it a "dog show", but there was no TV there. Anyway, I had to wait for a long time and finally, I heard them call my me and my mom's names and we went into this fenced area. There was a lady with a blue shirt and she told my mom to have me do all these things. She kept saying "nice" after I did them.
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<br />After about 10 minutes of doing what she asked me to do, my mom looked very happy and gave me a delicious beef tendon and told me we had passed the Canine Good Citizen test. It was a great day.
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<br />Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16564181682804071675noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-55631563547267382162011-10-04T11:41:00.000-07:002011-10-04T13:21:04.662-07:00Road Trip!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bqQ85aXxqcELJFPeoJlkqVvX5NATDY9pntMoPN5nB-RolQLMJaO9FhAIc7fk6VrG5HZKZhcn_YjtvYTEkoSvwynAG0C42Ky7Dg360DiMV56d8VHqH1KyMxOP9fDDvWVDzbm8kCeWRuA/s1600/Audie+Ocean.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bqQ85aXxqcELJFPeoJlkqVvX5NATDY9pntMoPN5nB-RolQLMJaO9FhAIc7fk6VrG5HZKZhcn_YjtvYTEkoSvwynAG0C42Ky7Dg360DiMV56d8VHqH1KyMxOP9fDDvWVDzbm8kCeWRuA/s400/Audie+Ocean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659711675298050242" /></a><br />This weekend we piled in the car with my bff Abbie the Golden Retriever, and headed south to San Luis Obispo for my first Nose Work competition. Nose Work is a dog sport and my job is to do what dogs are especially good at, using my nose. I train like K9 police detection dogs who search for drugs, but unlike police dogs, I search for the scent of birch oil on a q-tip, all for fun and sport.<br /><br />We arrived in Cayucos, a few minutes outside of San Luis Obispo and took off to the beach for a quick swim. My bff Abbie dove into the ocean, so I followed. Apparently my brick-like physique is suited for sinking, not swimming. I’m sure glad she didn’t take off my leash. I shook the water out of my ears and decided it was much warmer and safer to watch the action from the sandy beach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYJnOP4BuZcv4NOS8feuW9G1dXvRuKE-1WWB-wQJL6wm4JPSmfQknjOmTF01qvE2mdlIjP92nuBRflFOzV8Po6Pfu0L2ewPoEOenL2oS-0trJpbgRl6I3Qc3FL6vPSlKdLMZKZ7XWygc/s1600/Audie+100311+Bath+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYJnOP4BuZcv4NOS8feuW9G1dXvRuKE-1WWB-wQJL6wm4JPSmfQknjOmTF01qvE2mdlIjP92nuBRflFOzV8Po6Pfu0L2ewPoEOenL2oS-0trJpbgRl6I3Qc3FL6vPSlKdLMZKZ7XWygc/s400/Audie+100311+Bath+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659711585714472786" /></a><br />Back at the hotel, we crammed ourselves into the dog bath. I’m not fond of baths, but it felt good to get the sand out from between my toes.<br /><br /><br />Next day, I nailed three of four elements of the Nose Work trial. My interior, exterior, and vehicle searches were some of the fastest of the day. But I goofed on the container search so no title for me. Oop… maybe next time. I cheered for all my dog friends who were also trialing and I got lots of pets from their people. A couple of people who learned of my beginnings were surprised to see that I’m a content and friendly guy. I’m glad I met them and I’m glad to change minds.<br /><br />We packed up and headed for home the next morning, stopping at two California missions to stretch our legs while our people read plaques screwed to walls (how strange is that!). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFi5YYCQ-NPVL27C50I6QQBzM5U-N5uc7lmgM0T_O69slM9lHvYhDoNNNaHWuqOv10uSs7Ks17BD5H7xJ8J4yf9r_3jWv3xqYdbOwZZObwXkIXSe-fyRE7n1kV3ur9y912AhGyvN74B4/s1600/photo+%252818%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFi5YYCQ-NPVL27C50I6QQBzM5U-N5uc7lmgM0T_O69slM9lHvYhDoNNNaHWuqOv10uSs7Ks17BD5H7xJ8J4yf9r_3jWv3xqYdbOwZZObwXkIXSe-fyRE7n1kV3ur9y912AhGyvN74B4/s400/photo+%252818%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659711445109841266" /></a><br />Back home, I hopped up on my chair and went to sleep. I have the life of a lucky dog.audiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541244640688605326noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-32855093358021630092011-09-26T17:14:00.001-07:002011-09-26T18:03:36.414-07:00Two Weeks With My New Knee<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It has been almost two weeks since my surgery and it has been boring. I have destroyed two and a half beds and let myself out of my crate one time before she put carabiners on the door. Also, I have destroyed one hard plastic cone,</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWMvUoGmeIPN9HEu6q1W11hW-vscx83HfZ0oaEaeUTOUijD7vebrS1Y35KNVvdVQwUzfLZr3Qfwivw00x4-pV3MDC3YN5f82YedG4qEUFlBupyb8P6lThgBvb_alwaO-ukSE61aragoM/s400/IMAG0093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656837517730637282" /><div style="text-align: left;">one nice soft cone that was borrowed and now my mom has to find a new one to replace it,</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJU2pHGK9xXTzD2E2FMCs-i8YKEb8cDM91SkLqUfAHqdSCFEOYd44meBWY_9RtZuhCXhfyC-xnbKBHx_gsUoI2xNrnvXfLPnqdJk_3DWmDlYxXvX5rcMl7lgL4Id1AGYPIVuvHwTrng4/s400/IMAG0095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656829753929949170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></span><div>one horrible blue donut thing from my last post, one pair of pants,</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj0eXv18PaCFINPMNZg3R0JXmE1xYrZoMdb9qU7gKg7qVXY2vIhB7qP7qeYDkDRuAKU-IBUDm313p-V4LZJyl2deOUzTth3XT6liVjP2oBsLwiWbcH0NaF8HcxY2z0NHjwBomBgNtPiyg/s400/IMAG0089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656836457584540978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px; " /></span><div>and one stuffy. The stuffy was my reward for not destroying anything on Friday.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVL3uSz4XxjQmIjSru0WAJWN68x0MAE8v15bSYlKJyAQ1g7MyrCmu3_0AYNye_gWYdjwqV3gCYEd3J-it6qKOBiKEFmxAVp5P68GAzG-OUX8ZPMVMBaLz1c1JuZB_a8LeYP9l04Qasd0/s400/IMAG0112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656829761463755890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></span><div>I have not removed any of my sutures though. I'm sure everyone will be proud of me for that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today my mom stayed home with me to talk on the phone, make faces at paper and stare at the computer all day. I got to go outside and spend some time helping her talk on the phone while staring at paper. It was nice and sunny so I nibbled on some grass, </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZK0tYpfZ1HIKWJ-UrccBtN4GrjnJ7LJi4v1PrgNRnsECSxdWQss5_mJJ3pcl4CVMGMr0n9_Lx4DDwyDfJpCNis8qImP5mxTFjRcyX4B2Pbb-Z36Bc_bK5tA6Putw2UUZdUnDNXvNxLTQ/s400/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656831996844725266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px; " /></span><div>checked on some of the plants,</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6CtuvJO1Xgri8e3OP06lerVnV13hYHWvqRAiCgVx6XP0LJjaySW03HaEfbHkjLVGjRcwc4OQ0OVTV2WDRn8-i62pp6ct2b_cz6ub8SVPDonlJuAoVo01bNrXivlmHcGzj5sVxQdMOKg/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656831990697299410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div>and looked for my squirrel friend (without running over and looking up his tree).</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3DTmmukd7p38M53uIiVgoDQQN3cUc4Vhyr8xy5bbpNcXWq5GTJhNa0rPv9thbcW-dTL6Z_HSYewSQJlc3LGP6boDAzDtcY9DBSxfbX2FbDS13XGVlF94TtVdxwHh6DNNR0tDtk2huRSQ/s400/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656831985727673122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Ubas are meant for bouncing and running and having fun. There is nothing fun about all this sitting around in crates. I feel a whole lot better, my knee isn't acting so naughty and I keep telling her I'm healed, but she doesn't believe me. She says I have WEEKS more to go before I can jump and twirl and leap and play with my flirt pole. </span>I only had a tibial crest transposition, a wedge recession sulcoplasty and lateral fascial imbrication. <span class="Apple-style-span">Can someone please tell her that my knee is all better now? </span></div><div><br /></div><div>hugs, </div><div>Uba</div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-18431775257648160222011-09-15T16:14:00.000-07:002011-09-15T16:31:16.598-07:00Why?<div style="text-align: left;">What did I do to deserve this?</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9d7qIuO2N9HHylYc-C50WyPIsqpylfNmdLgRzfj1EAGioylAbCzmkmrZu5nJjHdziF0lQ9K95ngB73-AxIfZWxSVqU6IVMr9Y7K7ETefqTk70mwv6sGxoS-R5VWjUmVviTvJUMFuQH0/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652730065808627106" /></div><div>I thought my leg was getting fixed. I didn't know it would get so broken first.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirguisPW_5855ECIRAb9C5vf7uC3yoOYPTQAzyfLzFmV5mtYETbJl5YKL5L5rmzDFa16qJ7SD_aWnUwzoebUF0wdu3vNkDXuyFTmwDiU3d3xuN0azbABuBB60IBXeQ8-z26jUR2xBnoCc/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652730880031849650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">I can't even sit on the couch without a leash and my mom making sure I don't move around.</span></span><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73M0s4wlxHNWteEraZ29YR3qAAJRkAyHNsakHZ3mAaXwB9GzNJvh28WxhMrUHN4umyPI8z-bVHkNDWy0EFo335ZyNw2lHefl3t0uzn49TqBzixmBA2SPO_prURJHIlk3bghg2fBk-hCo/s400/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652730060826404594" /></div><div>The only good thing about today is this nice card that came from Winnie.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4R7bX7zUpx79SyY8pSN_5Wrl9SqSmH8mPfmzdO361q_-_DbzvQMVk3fdcO_HjvpktUOuVm56-OxtdSaikLdd5dXjAHzvnM6Grinik4r6J3167UeZhG28t2QbW9zF6K4pgODzrO3_z3U/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652731674482138674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ow. Sigh. This is not what I had in mind.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Uba</span></div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-27978297013540878312011-09-06T21:32:00.000-07:002011-09-07T07:27:29.724-07:00My Naughty Knee<div style="text-align: left;">For a while now I have been having behavior problems with my right knee. Sometimes I tell my right knee that it is time to jump down the back stairs and chase the squirrel up his tree, and my knee says “nooooooo, I will not participate in that craziness. I am a boring and old knee and I do not want to have fun with my owner, the fabulous Uba”. This makes me pretty annoyed, but I go about my important work of bouncing and running and chasing and having fun and just carry my naughty knee along with me. I even dragged that naughty knee along when I got into the kitchen sink the other day to look for my red rubber ball.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHtWeo151RVTwBySPQ3-Y0o9UGrQhKJlQxS3eyYGvezCg6cdA0yZxRTOO7heBp4myS4wxN-6q5V5lDzuROiOqwXsCqGRSOk2MeM7Ijh97nEmvsDNVzdel5Ds_jEOr1ZCLywvTfswZ5kQ/s400/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649618766494083970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " />When it is time to relax my naughty knee punishes me for not agreeing with it, and I have to rest it on a soft pillow so it stops yelling at me.<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjM6-Ma1hpP73IFvMW7VXD4YYCesHZ6cZxY8BC-CBHxP-WnzRdv7px4BMPQdSDOLfu3-UZYsoPQiplgvNH49rUudG_gizC3mukG0xbD_5gYA-zL-trDdZaL1Xji7nv2u0vI5H_efLU-w/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649618776783394050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div>My mom took me and my naughty knee to my regular doctor and then to another special doctor so they could take pictures of it and tell it that it is a naughty knee. After a lot of people talking and looking at me walking and more talking about how my naughty knee is bad, the people have decided that I am going to get a new knee. I am really happy about this. I will have a new knee that will say “woo hoo! Lets chase things and jump and run and have fun!” and I won’t have to carry it around with me and then get yelled at by it later and rest it on a soft pillow.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHytSjluEkJlwkIjKdKGBZjwv4Oi8fMHqhzn4mnc7x8fMQjXDIRmbBcBm27QS15nlCsyfz_QjMAokh_xQ6U6XBNhWOUTyIK2SagsdbT-gAdidPhtqYU6Cvt2lzyf2IqdCIXQIWFgJM8o/s400/Uba+10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649621508051028194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px; " /></span>My mom says it will take a long time for me to heal, just like it did when Lolo and Daisy got their new knees. I will have to wear a donut thing around my neck and I will have an itchy zipper and maybe I’ll even have to<a href="http://vickdogsblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/ouch-my-knees-hurt.html"> wear pants like Audie</a>. I will also have to walk slowly on the boring slow and noisy treadmill instead of running on my most beloved <a href="http://vickdogsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-favorite-thing.html">TREADMILL!!</a> I won’t be able to go to nose work class or to circus class and I will have to sit around in my crate and be bored. But then, after a really long time, once the doctors look at my leg again and take more pictures, I will be <a href="http://badrap-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/bionic-blue.html">bionic</a>, just like Lolo and Audie and Daisy.<br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28701083?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/28701083">Boring Treadmill</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user6596186">Letti de Little</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>I have been practicing on the boring treadmill so I know what to do when I have to use it while I’m “on drugs”. I don’t know how I could forget how to walk, but she says it might be hard for me to figure out after surgery because of the drugs, so I have to be all bored on the boring treadmill almost every day. My surgery is next Wednesday, but I am not nervous. I get to have all the fun I want now because she says it doesn’t matter if I hurt my naughty knee more. I’ll deal with the drugs and the boredom next week.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8rYv_BPQl4_q3eUMfbGOs7jd_Uwt6Z1idv-OYE0U4hzB7Ni8NOiytFfqnJ0yILBUzTWuhtc5mgfvtTjfKqjhlOv1-V9_ZAH7hD1I0ju86wLZm8UEFSu-m_M9QO1Au9kdLWsr4_J5sXI/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649621216009770002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">hugs,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Uba</span></div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-71536207019944906242011-08-03T14:00:00.000-07:002011-08-03T14:05:57.165-07:00Summer Gardening<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByzWlBK85xNEi8K-Y_eHEy0CKYIg_rmyX0rzmt2VFnvSPgxtAhuKLqV9c6k0ybylJGheS-L9yCtCI9iepVCA-TbO3hdTRlJvyBE5yHT9D0n4E220opWbOwMf__HxUSfAKBW66C6BZbSMt/s1600/July+2011+041.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByzWlBK85xNEi8K-Y_eHEy0CKYIg_rmyX0rzmt2VFnvSPgxtAhuKLqV9c6k0ybylJGheS-L9yCtCI9iepVCA-TbO3hdTRlJvyBE5yHT9D0n4E220opWbOwMf__HxUSfAKBW66C6BZbSMt/s320/July+2011+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636738507873914882" /></a><br />Hi Everyone! The garden at my house hasn't been making very many fruits and vegetables lately, so I am trying to help it a little bit. <br />I hope you are having a great summer.<br />GraceGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16564181682804071675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-40239959647216646492011-07-13T21:09:00.000-07:002011-07-13T21:51:52.217-07:00My Summer So Far<div style="text-align: left;">This summer has been a whole lot of fun so far. I've been going to <a href="http://www.funnosework.com/">nosework class</a> and learning <a href="http://youtu.be/8SzrONU3fq4">circus tricks</a>. When I'm not at school we go for walks at my favorite park and sniff things and look at the squirrels there.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0ecnT78OFdrxpR0MoT4L9JD-CSeV4W4EbJh6RkwEG4zGDj3d1JQVIC1M6Gx_dS9I8-1dr-N0si2fTLDS5WbD0NHq8bk6bvQyVyPs5tSeL4fH6sWfzb8ZaIB4mnPt0LpGWZ6aEozq6eo/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629058919337009954" /></div><div>I get to play with my spring pole outside now its not raining all the time.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9rs-hlJKMDQrU9af5NixlYHDFY07ljLVma4pyrvKmcHBmN-k99tvjU8v39E1XgggfOk35lzbmy0sPC29rRbI0iYXBK5GqQSgX_tDgfumNQBYy7-N_wVifeJsFOMDvC9AnsIg9vOyUw4/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629058928948478594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I've spent a little time doing famous dog stuff and <a href="http://badrap-blog.blogspot.com/2011/06/pride-2011.html">hanging out with friends</a>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0cNMh30VtYT1-lzQcZGYDO52C3JdubX9k0XLrwJwJX56sJMI10eltZpUfziq7g5okj_y_3SVtrEsl4Fwu4Sxrk4K6kMdPnzEyHwnJ1hGR1vCQooKt499C7ZauXpvcAzOcESH9UdADT4/s400/DSC_0041s.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629058923105598610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I look at the squirrel in the tree in the back yard every day and I've taught him how to bark just like me.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7fl-s8blKgToKg-ahoBWfF_9y8YEO0_7IWBkBUQDz55u4uWQlKBz5XzfoSyixfc26DJ_9TKvUwP8-rR536T58ZpZwlo_-zHeUmiU0oGRJNP0TpTSuiwS_9VY6KqSMX8XVV2Co1CDMos/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629060873283869266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span><div>The only sad part of this summer was saying so long to Winnie when she went to her forever family. I love Winnie, but I'm really glad she found her family.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdxomMfSkZcoBpK1pYv-pGpeJImFJjiqXsZx_M07omWaTQ9M67P3j2Fbfa6KXR0_Gs0J-0CHOk-UKgSe_TjaRf0sej_m_q8MSnEU7SQM8sIAsDMsdP1wch_I3ifoy-tCF2lHzS_xVBf0/s400/DSC02534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629064911732091010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px; " /></span><div style="text-align: left;">I wonder who my next foster sister will be? I can't wait to find out.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I hope you're enjoying your summer as much as I'm enjoying mine.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">hugs,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Uba</span></span></span></div>Ubahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682687537471784922noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-56253182799968838242011-07-03T20:31:00.000-07:002011-07-03T20:33:59.400-07:00Happy 4th of July!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFPKG30jQaTJLdf2PL-1bA6uyYWsZymGDGNjMwoZ4SV4fKwudgxq9rPxF5SCMIK2C9XkWo5VMfRS0Qs856Fw-6duj-KOB_XLAD2w9MZTCrIZyJkEUudF_crAXg5g6rCuzFGDEjil4YKYW/s1600/IMG_0835.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFPKG30jQaTJLdf2PL-1bA6uyYWsZymGDGNjMwoZ4SV4fKwudgxq9rPxF5SCMIK2C9XkWo5VMfRS0Qs856Fw-6duj-KOB_XLAD2w9MZTCrIZyJkEUudF_crAXg5g6rCuzFGDEjil4YKYW/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625335137739422370" /></a><br /><br /><br />From Grace!Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16564181682804071675noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-68284560811521177382011-06-27T18:17:00.000-07:002011-06-28T10:18:10.445-07:00A New FriendSo this weekend, I made a new freind. Her name is Cuda, and she is a very special dog.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623077532389492002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8MO8E47XPXCbfsnisD-WEJivKm_LLEO1YEWBQ3D6neJUt_2zK3MAV34fPBtM0_TPNLJOAjD-tQe73kECvTBp-f9cNviSrGsTD0ih5YVGeXK-GD4bs__CAPClnAcsXKWJvpuHdta2xv1c/s400/DSC_0191.1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>She lives all the way on the other side of our big country. She came here with her people to be in a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/cudathepitbull">dog show.</a> She also works hard to show people that you need to be responsible.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623078144341241938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYI6-p_pmp9APpCD4A2cvaSjPhwuK04r7R1G-PDVMNeZmvncZe-C5CKoJrAvL7pkEPmfuNNPNr1DhpHxSKHtJOfNQ3ZEX_kdMv2PYndIRIMOeF0PITnwaWrSJbExZvjg0m-sWA1Xmnc5hw/s400/cuda+shirt.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>My dad said she took 3rd place in her dog show, but I think he is kidding me .....<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623078489221660530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKx1TYy3iq-dysqJzAsdkco4ZfNLKaLuUBLYT5eP6J4miCsOEtp8P35_HgJ52rirnJrHJAXJdh-oMRk36gzLogHnzPRFx5VSAmPRjblhiEXQabUNOhgRGlEhB57-_acNcDTvPQ9gOnNck0/s400/cuda+and+jonny.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I can tell she is a winner !!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>- Jonny</div></div><br /></div>Jonny Justicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12611294938858381178noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402595031787707402.post-47643103109582655872011-06-20T15:04:00.000-07:002011-06-20T15:38:23.557-07:00My Social Life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9oCJxeFHrKRIIVSpJmKjV7h2hmSFG4At79oXVQAJj55AajYIbCSemSIUctJP60UnNBn6OL6vE6GpNUnBtea7uVfVgza9ZbC05Xam2sPN1QF0uAwnrFBkv3kfcUfn9PEECZGvHY-_W726t/s1600/graces+pit+ed+037.JPG"><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/AVvXsEj9oCJxeFHrKRIIVSpJmKjV7h2hmSFG4At79oXVQAJj55AajYIbCSemSIUctJP60UnNBn6OL6vE6GpNUnBtea7uVfVgza9ZbC05Xam2sPN1QF0uAwnrFBkv3kfcUfn9PEECZGvHY-_W726t/s320/graces+pit+ed+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620427026785901602" /></a><br /><br />I have been busy this month! I took my mom to Pit Ed a couple of weeks ago to show her the ropes and I got to see some of my special old Bad Rap friends.<br /><br />I had a "dog sitter" experience this month, too. This man and lady called Aunt and Uncle came and stayed at my house while my family went away for a couple of days. At first I wasn't sure I was going to have fun with them, but once I saw that they had my magical purple leash I figured they must be great. Here I am wrestling with Uncle.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77QqzEj9WOwXcLCd1O4-UsPQFkceKPVIeGtWGQAh6c-LStVDJGAboBkoADvRiW5mJDH1vhBr3WvsROzNaArGSBU7WOeWCpWGIektjglb49apcJy5aOovXcf1co3a6inlEOhyphenhyphenhrtB_Ewvn/s1600/IMG_0274.JPG"><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/AVvXsEj77QqzEj9WOwXcLCd1O4-UsPQFkceKPVIeGtWGQAh6c-LStVDJGAboBkoADvRiW5mJDH1vhBr3WvsROzNaArGSBU7WOeWCpWGIektjglb49apcJy5aOovXcf1co3a6inlEOhyphenhyphenhrtB_Ewvn/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620428532033059858" /></a><br /><br />This is my friend Gordon. He belongs to a lady called Grandma. He's 15 years old and can't play much anymore so we lick each other's faces and sniff stuff on short walks. I really like him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUVxO1O4Ed1uuZ4q5uy4khYYwEGWt-O7q3XEzFfGyP8Q6yHbyloCTSNajvZEAd-Et_HBjeChNL1EDXx_jSYdnZC1EIMPgc5LtpTryCdMNbc7OajaP9HB9Ad0uKxeBq7r4Mw4HA5Nutef_/s1600/IMAG0085.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUVxO1O4Ed1uuZ4q5uy4khYYwEGWt-O7q3XEzFfGyP8Q6yHbyloCTSNajvZEAd-Et_HBjeChNL1EDXx_jSYdnZC1EIMPgc5LtpTryCdMNbc7OajaP9HB9Ad0uKxeBq7r4Mw4HA5Nutef_/s320/IMAG0085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620429817785500882" /></a><br /><br />This is my neighbor, Cooper. Even though he is only 9 months old, he is giant. I kind of like him. He has good manners. I think he has potential. Here we are having some down time, but Cooper told me his dad's command for this is "chillax".<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezbg1K2hOrSliBxo6LsBu3bF-Xo2E29KelmaDiBSJH5GNgLmqQ6yl8pxeRhy5P_ZDQPU-21zfrsjHVPe716tq5apNS4X26K1XRLPj1IOWobUgEq0XBMCVvH4xIsltdeyhkNuspDuoL5nZ/s1600/62011+002.JPG"><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/AVvXsEiezbg1K2hOrSliBxo6LsBu3bF-Xo2E29KelmaDiBSJH5GNgLmqQ6yl8pxeRhy5P_ZDQPU-21zfrsjHVPe716tq5apNS4X26K1XRLPj1IOWobUgEq0XBMCVvH4xIsltdeyhkNuspDuoL5nZ/s320/62011+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620432150937932962" /></a><br /><br />So, that's my report on my social life lately! <br />GraceGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16564181682804071675noreply@blogger.com6