tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037683112523661072024-03-05T15:30:06.361-08:00Finn's Dog BlogA day in the life of one handsome pooch.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-29699917981428725142015-05-30T23:28:00.001-07:002015-05-30T23:28:47.841-07:00When One Door Closes<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKcD6Ka4JdVkSJQJIoI4kw0S6FuRfptDhCmus8gySvB6ICK86soAfJjk8hMbu3fcFm0CsMnE67oTJKblhLdSMTZ2QzB3FTiUEf9D6ZW0ZHyhq2_3zi9gSOgJKaTbUyNsWWKKMByz5vJ9M/s1600/image1-727843.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKcD6Ka4JdVkSJQJIoI4kw0S6FuRfptDhCmus8gySvB6ICK86soAfJjk8hMbu3fcFm0CsMnE67oTJKblhLdSMTZ2QzB3FTiUEf9D6ZW0ZHyhq2_3zi9gSOgJKaTbUyNsWWKKMByz5vJ9M/s320/image1-727843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6154918898128066562" /></a></p>Hello Blogville. It is I, the prodigal bulldog.
<br>I decided today was a good day to officially end my blog. Obviously my posts have been embarrassingly rare over the last couple years (because Mum's "too busy" to help me type, what-evs!) and the open ended-ness was making me uneasy. So, as I begin a new adventure I thought I would give formal end to this register.
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<br>First, an update. I now have two bi-ped siblings. The boy, previously referred to as "The Brat" is actually not too bad. I may even like him (Shhhh don't tell him, I will deny everything!) The girl? Well I was none too amused when they brought her home, I didn't even sniff her and I generally pay her little attention, but she feeds me now so maybe we'll play nice. It's just such hard work to train the little rug rats, and I'm not the pup I once was.... I turned 6 a couple weeks ago.
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<br>The really big change is that we are moving. I was not consulted about this and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. We are leaving British Columbia and moving to Ontario. This is the only true home I've ever known, and I hear it snows there, ewww. Papa says it's a work thing, whatever that is... sounds boring, lol!
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<br>I have already moved. I am writing this post from the comfort of my Nonna's main hall (or maybe her couch, hee hee). Papa and I arrived today, which is why today seemed such a fitting end to my blog. He will be abandoning me here and coming back again with the whole crew in a few weeks. Apparently the airlines have some sort of travel restrictions because of the summer heat, so I had to come early. The airlines obviously don't know that I'm so cool I bring the heat! (To tell you the truth, I don't mind. Nonna and I will be napping the days away in peace on the back deck until they get here.) Mum says our new house will be ready in a few months and that eventually I will have my own fenced back yard. And by "my own" I mean she says I have to share with the brats.
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<br>So, without any embarrassing displays of emotion, see ya later paw-pals. When you see an impish adorable misbehaving puppy pee on an old mans shoe, think of me and I'll be there.
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<br>Finn Dog out. Peace!Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-55172628025918393052013-06-14T00:00:00.001-07:002013-06-14T00:00:59.375-07:00Camping?!Well she has lost the plot again! Yup, Mum decided to go camping. <br /><br />Now, you all know I love to go to camp. The freshly mowed grass, the attentive staff, the spa treatments, my own cozy little room with orthopedic bed, ahhhh, what's not to love. That's camping! What Mum calls camping is some form of torture, living like the cavemen did, but without heat. It's disgusting. <br /><br />You seen Mum and Miss Gen and Miss Shannon have been talking for a while about going camping and taking the brat. They decided it would be best to do a trial run close to home. (Notice Papa was not part of the conversation)<br /><br />Sunday, Mum loaded the car and we headed to Bailey's house. Bailey rode in our car because his mamas had too much gear. (That should've been clue! If your dog don't fit, stay home!) By the time we got to the camp site it was raining. It stopped briefly, but not long enough. I told Mum I would wait in the car. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/06/14/0.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/06/14/s_0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Eventually, after a good nap, it stopped raining again and Bailey wanted to play. I said fine, I'd throw the kid a bone, and we played until the next rain shower, when I returned to the car. (At this point Mum was outright ignoring my requests to go home. The shame!)<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/06/14/1.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/06/14/s_1.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Next we all went for a walk in the woods, that was cool, I was okay with that, but what followed was an atrocity. After a tiring walk, she made me lay down on the ground! Like an animal. The abuse of the day was becoming almost more than I could bear.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/06/14/2.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/06/14/s_2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Finally it was dinner, and would you believe she forgot my dinner! Thank goodness Miss Gen brought enough to share. Soon after, Papa showed up. My rescuer. I knew he wouldn't take part in this nonsense. The only person who likes getting their paws wet even less than me, is my Papa. He was only there for his dinner. He didn't even have to ask, when I saw him say good bye to the brat I knew what to do. I said "Later bitches! Finn Dog out!" and I waited for him at the car.<br /><br />We left them all standing huddled under a rain shelter to fend for themselves. Papa wished them well in protecting themselves against the bears and then we were gone. <br /><br />I was so relieved to be home I nearly collapsed into my bed. Exhausted.... but also guilty... No really I was... a little... Bailey was left behind. Mum says he had a great time, but I don't believe her. <br /><br />All I can say is ... Never Again!<br /><br /><br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-26580889002291242512013-05-24T22:21:00.001-07:002013-05-24T22:21:33.451-07:00Third year fail!Well she did it again! My mum is convinced that May 24 is my blogiversary, and it is not! We missed it again for the third year in a row! Seriously woman, pull it together!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/24/2969.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/24/s_2969.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We've been having some fun lately, including finding a new swimming hole! We found it by accident while we were out for a drive and we can't believe it's only 5 minutes from our house!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/24/2970.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/24/s_2970.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Bailey and I have also been having a ball playing in his yard. His gotcha day was May 5th so we went over to celebrate and we brought my left over birthday cake to share. It's hard to believe that one year ago he was so little I could step over him!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/24/2971.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/24/s_2971.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />When his Moms adopted him, the SPCA told them he was probably a lab / Shepard mix. But his vet says he is probably part Great Dane. Lol. I don't think he is done growing yet!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/24/2972.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/24/s_2972.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />So the brat has moved on to finger foods! This is good news for me. I help Mum with the clean up all the time. I've had more peas this week than I know what to do with. Mum thought it would be fun to take a picture of us together the other day on our walk. We went down to the field and Mum snapped this pic of the two of us. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/24/2973.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/24/s_2973.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Aren't I cute? The kid was trying to tell me how to pose! Pishaw! I was doin this before you were a twinkle, son!<br /><br />Well time for bed Blogville! See you 'round the neighborhood. <br /><br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-36372199013668427682013-05-02T22:32:00.001-07:002013-05-02T22:32:38.199-07:00Birthday BoyHey Blogville, I am 4 years old today! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/02/3208.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/02/s_3208.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I've been a busy boy the last little while. You see back in March I went to camp for a week. Which was awesome! They had this cool egg toy that I loved, and they hooked me up with some spa treatments! Mum and the kid were gone for another week so there was a whole week of Papa and I hangin out doing guy stuff.... Napping and scratching mostly. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/02/3209.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/02/s_3209.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Two weeks later, after the fam was all back, G-Ma came to visit. She was here for a whole month. I love when she comes cause we spend lots of time together out on the patio. She even spreads my blanket on the love seat for me. We also did a little bit of exploring. This lake is only 5 km from our house and I've never been here before ... Nice going Mum!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/02/3210.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/02/s_3210.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Mums not a complete let down though .... She made this awesome cake for me today. Peanut butter carrot with apple sauce. Delicious! There are a couple pieces left so I might have to invite my buddy Bailey over to help finish it off. ( I forgot to tell you guys that Bailey moved closer to my house and we have play dates a lot more often now. )<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/02/3211.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/02/s_3211.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Oh and that egg I told you about .... They got me one of my very own. <br /><br />Thanks brat!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/02/3212.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/02/s_3212.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Later friends!<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-58110809249181680812013-02-07T22:21:00.001-08:002013-02-07T22:21:46.184-08:00I'm a modelOh hey! What did you all do today? Oh me! Ya know, the usual .... Slept, ate, went for a walk .... Oh wait... Yeah I went for a photoshoot at Fur Photography! That's right, I went modeling.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/02/07/2637.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/02/07/s_2637.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ian, the pawtographer, emailed my Mum last week. He is an artist and photographer in Vancouver, BC and he is venturing into Pet Photography. He is just starting out with four legged models, but we know he will be really successful 'cause my photos are awesome!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/02/07/2638.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/02/07/s_2638.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We drove into the city and went to his studio in Gas Town. He was really nice, and he had great treats .... Which is always a good way to make friends!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/02/07/2639.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/02/07/s_2639.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Our shoot only lasted about half an hour and that was more than enough time for him to capture my handsomeness. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/02/07/2640.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/02/07/s_2640.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />If your people want to have your photograph taken, tell them you want to see Ian!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/02/07/2641.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/02/07/s_2641.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You can check him out here:<br /><a target="_blank" href="http://ian-coe.com/">http://ian-coe.com/</a><br /><br />And coming soon at :<br /><a target="_blank" href="http://furtography.ca/">http://furtography.ca/</a><br /><br />Later furends! Thanks Ian!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/02/07/2642.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/02/07/s_2642.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-15892024618893178772013-01-21T00:07:00.001-08:002013-01-21T00:07:46.754-08:00Lady GodivaAllo allo! <br />We had a little excitement this week! <br /><br />We were on our way to see Dr Z, and at the top of our street we saw a puppy! A chocolate lab puppy! All by herself!<br /><br />Mum stopped the car and got out to check on her and she came running. We didn't recognize her, and she wasn't wearing a collar, it was cold out and there was no one around. So Mum did the only thing she could think of! She scooped her up and put her in the car.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/21/23.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/21/s_23.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We went home and grabbed a little collar and a leash and we all got back in the car.<br /><br />By now Mum was calling her Godiva, cause she was very sweet and the color of really nice chocolate and naked when we found her. She was cold and tired and she laid down on the front seat and went to sleep. I laid down on the back seat with baby brother. She slept all the way to Dr. Z's place, about an hour. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/21/24.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/21/s_24.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />When we got there, Mum asked them to check her for a microchip but there was no luck. They checked her over and said she was healthy and in good shape and wished us luck in finding her people. It was obvious she's been we'll taken care of and she was a very good girl. <br /><br />She slept all the way home. When we got back home we took a drive around the neighborhood and asked a bunch of people if they new who her people might be. No one did. Papa was at work and he wanted Mum to take her to the SPCA, but she wasn't really into that idea. One neighbor offered to take her until her people could be found, but we decided to first take another trip through the neighborhood to see if a poster had been put up near the mail shed where people often post notices. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/21/26.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/21/s_26.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Just as we turned the corner we saw a lady walking a puppy who looked just like Godiva, she was looking all around and calling for someone. We stopped and asked if she was looking for a puppy, and she was. When Mum took Godiva out of the car she saw her brother and got all excited. She was home!<br /><br />Turns out they had let her out in their fenced yard and they didn't realize she could fit under the fence! Luckily it all had a happy ending. <br /><br />Mum was kind of sad for her though. We live in a small subdivision, and we know all the dogs or atleast where they live and we had never seen her before, even though she lives right next door to our friend Coady the German Shepard. We haven't seen her since. Coady's dad knew the people had gotten a puppy but had never actually met her. We are hoping she is getting all the exercise she needs.... And they get her a collar with some tags!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/21/28.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/21/s_28.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Tootles friends!<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-90367261752371793242013-01-12T22:57:00.001-08:002013-01-12T22:57:55.644-08:00Pure AthleticismHey-oh!<br />Wow what an afternoon I had! Mum and Dad (and the kid) took me down to the field. I haven't run like that in sooooo long! <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/12/2825.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/12/s_2825.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='211' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />When it's bright and sunny and cool like today I can't help but feel the friskies! And when I am frisky I run like a gazelle! A barrel chested, short legged, handsome mugged gazelle. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/12/2826.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/12/s_2826.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I had so much fun, and then on the way home we met a new kid on the block, a 6 month old bully named Hunter. I hope I run into again when his dad has time to let us play. This brings a total of 7 bullies in our neighborhood. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/12/2827.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/12/s_2827.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Well furiends, time for bed. I hope you all had a great day. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/12/2828.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/12/s_2828.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-19599609667779448472013-01-09T22:49:00.001-08:002013-01-09T22:49:14.980-08:00A new year! A new adventure!Hello Efurrybody, well the day you all said would come has finally arrived! Baby brother has started eating real food! Or at least he thinks he has, and since he knows his role in this family he has shared it with me. Poor kid!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/09/2617.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/09/s_2617.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I know people food and this slop he's eating is not it! Where's the meat? The brussel sprouts with balsamic vinegar? The veggies? Cheese and Rice! And the poor kid is so out of the loop that when Mum gave him sweet potato today he actually barfed! She had to mix him up a bowl of "rice cereal", gross! More for me little man! More for me!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/09/2618.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/09/s_2618.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We went on a new adventure today to Pitt Lake. It was a little chilly! But it was fun. Mum greatly under estimated how cold it would be and didn't put my coat on. I retaliated by taking 4 dozen bathroom breaks! BOL. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/09/2619.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/09/s_2619.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Well time for bed! All this fresh air has tired me out. <br /><br />Peace out homies!<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-88667732899037917822012-12-24T12:18:00.001-08:002012-12-24T12:18:51.120-08:00Merry Christmas Blogville!<br />Hello furiends, it has been a very long time.<br /><br />My little biped brother takes up way too much of Mum's time, so I don't get much blog time. It's not all bad though, he smells good, and I get to lick his head, and we have gone on a few little adventures. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/12/24/1637.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/12/24/s_1637.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Anyway, what I really want to do is wish you all a very Merry Christmas and wish you all the best for 2013. I hope Santa Paws find you all and leaves you a little something under the tree.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/12/24/1638.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/12/24/s_1638.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />And Santa Paws if you are reading this, I have been a very very good boy this year!<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-43411141729106131792012-11-21T13:26:00.001-08:002012-11-21T13:26:28.789-08:00Wordless Wednesday<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXZVSd12gA3Fl83rh0O7Ug8BufZyCeMwApdeuIGwOy2QZ75EvB7xsNo3rBNE3wdSIaBFPyxDgmsefN_tzU5PSkTPBYFJjiP36otDGD7et5aV8lKvnQ6ZPtN2kHEV1YhiQ8v8Tqje4iOwN/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDE0MDcuanBn%253F%253D-788789"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXZVSd12gA3Fl83rh0O7Ug8BufZyCeMwApdeuIGwOy2QZ75EvB7xsNo3rBNE3wdSIaBFPyxDgmsefN_tzU5PSkTPBYFJjiP36otDGD7et5aV8lKvnQ6ZPtN2kHEV1YhiQ8v8Tqje4iOwN/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDE0MDcuanBn%253F%253D-788789" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5813380782367855250" /></a></p>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-1734211616171471112012-09-21T14:24:00.001-07:002012-09-21T14:24:16.063-07:00ConfessionsForgive me blogville, for I have strayed. It has been over a month since my last post!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/21/2148.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/21/s_2148.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Dudes, my life has been turned upside down! My little brother is taking over and there is nothing I can do about it.<br /><br />My sleep is disrupted on a nightly basis. He cries when I have playtime at the park! And although my number of walks has increased, he seems to set the pace. He cries when I stop to pee! I mean really .... That's pretty rich from someone who pees in his pants. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/21/2149.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/21/s_2149.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />All in all its not bad, his toes do smell really good! And Mum says he'll be fun to play with once he is a little bigger. <br /><br />Sheesh! When I was his age I was packing my bags and getting ready to leave my fur family forever. This kid cries when Mum goes to the bathroom. Wuss!<br /><br />Well that all for now! Gonna try to take a nap while he does!<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-72454807542062474422012-08-10T11:05:00.001-07:002012-08-10T11:05:35.498-07:00It's staying!?Well the biped puppy has arrived! As puppies go, it's kinda ugly! As people go though, he is kind of cute.... I guess!<br /><br />He makes way more noise than I ever did, and he poops in the house and everyone thinks its fine.<br /><br />My G-Ma has become his "Nanny" and when he's not stealing her attention he's stealing Mum's. The little prince even has his own carriage which I am expected walk nicely along side of, like some sort of trained animal! <br /><br />On the upside I am getting way more attention from Papa, and my treat quotient has doubled! I get treats just for smelling the kids feet .... Have my pawrents lost their minds! I'd smell feet for free. <br /><br />Mum said I could post this picture, even though you can see his face. Apparently, it's ok for my mug to be all over the interweb, but not his. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/08/10/1976.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/08/10/s_1976.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And people think I'm spoiled?<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-86545293019386956222012-07-26T10:55:00.001-07:002012-07-26T10:55:30.276-07:00What a life!Good news buddies! The stitches are out and I look extra handsome. My eye lift has made me look 6 months younger! You know, in that natural well rested sort of way. Doctor Z is very happy with how it all healed up. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/26/2370.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/26/s_2370.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We have also discovered in the last week that I am sensitive to the cleaning fluid in the swiffer wet jet! Will it never end?! Luckily they figured it out quickly, Mum washed me up! And G-Ma cleaned the floor (again, without the swifter) and it has helped a lot with the itching. <br /><br />My G-Ma is here for a visit. She is staying with us til the new puppy arrives. The kid is already late by two days! And they think I'm slow and stubborn! Phhhhh!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/26/2371.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/26/s_2371.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We may be a little busy in the next few weeks! I'll do my best to keep you up to date.... It's not like I could blog less right!?<br /><br />See you soon friends! <br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-82114485420691966252012-07-12T20:39:00.001-07:002012-07-12T20:39:43.094-07:00On the fixPapa and I went to see Dr. Z today. He was most pleased with my eyes. He showed Papa how to clean the incisions, apparently Mum was being too gentle. I could have lived without that demonstration!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/12/4345.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/12/s_4345.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I have to go back again on the 24th to have the stitches removed, assuming Mum isn't having puppies that day. BOL! Papa says that's the day the biped puppy is supposed to arrive. (I don't care what anyone says, I'm not sharing my toys!)<br /><br />After our little outing Papa went to see a friend near by and had my antler fixed. The ends were getting kind of jagged and there was a good 7 inches of antler just being wasted! Papa's friend cut off the sharp ends with his fancy saw, and now my antler is just like new! I had the best chew this afternoon.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/12/4346.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/12/s_4346.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Mum and I went for a short walk tonight, it was very warm. When we got home I got a good drink from the hose. Last night was so warm she hosed me down before our walk. It really makes a big difference. And by the time we got home I was almost dry! That's my stay cool tip ;)<br /><br />Ok, going to chill on the patio. I wonder who will walk by tonight?<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/12/4347.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/12/s_4347.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ta!<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-85410438747925225902012-07-06T22:05:00.001-07:002012-07-06T22:05:02.755-07:00I'll still be handsome right?Holy hell! WTF did they do to me! I look like a cartoon character with toothpicks holding my eyes open!<br /><br />The surgery went well. They did both eyes, top and bottom. I have been very sleepy tonight and Mum and I have spent most of our time snuggled on the patio. Dr. Z will see me again in a few days. <br /><br />Now if you excuse me, I have some power napping to attend to! Thanks for all the good wishes furiends!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/06/3676.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/06/s_3676.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-2145120127014387572012-07-05T22:46:00.001-07:002012-07-05T22:46:13.154-07:00And so it continues....Hi friends, a bunch of you asked how my eye problems are going. The good news is the scratch healed up. The bad news is that Mum noticed my eye getting cloudy, so after work yesterday she took me to see Dr.Z. She didn't trust the backup vet. <br /><br />Dr. Z apologized for not being available when this problem all started, he was out of town for two days. He took one look at me with his big magnifying head piece and knew what my problem was! I have a problem called entopian. My eye lid is curling back and my big handsome eyelashes are scratching my big handsome eyeball! It's something that he had mentioned to the pawrents a while ago. He noticed then that my eyelids were "tight", but at the time there was no need to treat it.<br /><br />The solution is for me to have surgery! Tomorrow!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/05/4523.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/05/s_4523.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />In happier news two of my new friends have given me awards!<br /><br />From <a target="_blank" href="http://littledogmarley.blogspot.ca/">Marley</a> all the way in India I have received the Sunshine Award. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/05/4524.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/05/s_4524.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='200' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />From <a target="_blank" href="http://mygbgvlife.com/">Emma</a> I have received the Versatile Blogger.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/05/4525.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/05/s_4525.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='200' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I want to say a big thank you to both of these new friends! And I hope you will all visit them!<br /><br />So, as I am sure you know there is a protocol to accepting these awards. But as usual I am gonna make my own rules for accepting. <br /><br />I am going to answer Marley's 7 questions and pass each award on to 4 other blogville residents. Here we go.....<br /><br />1. Favorite number? 3<br />2. Favorite non-alchoholic beverage? Water<br />3. Facebook or Twitter? I just blog!<br />4. What's your passion? Treats, and snuggling <br />5. Favorite pattern? Hounds tooth! Duh!<br />6. Favorite day of the week? Friday!<br />7. Favorite Flower? Sunflowers. <br /><br />Now I would like to pass the sunshine award on to:<br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.twofrenchbulldogs.com/">Benny and Lily</a><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://fromsophiesview.blogspot.ca/">Sophie</a><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://mydogsam01.blogspot.ca/">Sam</a><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://northfordmaggie.blogspot.ca/">Mitch and Molly</a><br /><br />The versatile blogger will go to:<br /><a target="_blank" href="http://finnhoward.blogspot.ca/2012/07/psa-and-dog-park-wrestling.html">Finn Howard</a> <br /><a target="_blank" href="http://cutecorbin.blogspot.ca/">Corbin</a><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.roosdoins.com/">Roo</a><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://ros-angusandmilosadventures.blogspot.ca/">Angus and Jet</a><br /><br /><br />Well it's time for me to go to bed! Wish me luck!<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-74528884105969457002012-06-18T09:09:00.001-07:002012-06-18T09:09:51.365-07:00I can see you!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0-9qn2niksgXpF0SGjVKWU47PyiujPnc5L9sUu3dfQjtuqhK3WdYxyPx06uFZuA96DSjMH6PV7RlfC-mfGWQWqbDM-vkVGs-4c60Z2OyAMax2do_5olgMCVE-A5FJdCqsEBsUuvTRXCK/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEyOTIuanBn%253F%253D-791366"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0-9qn2niksgXpF0SGjVKWU47PyiujPnc5L9sUu3dfQjtuqhK3WdYxyPx06uFZuA96DSjMH6PV7RlfC-mfGWQWqbDM-vkVGs-4c60Z2OyAMax2do_5olgMCVE-A5FJdCqsEBsUuvTRXCK/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEyOTIuanBn%253F%253D-791366" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5755409900896301122" /></a></p>Oh furiends! What a week it has been. <p>So, somehow I scratched my cornea last weekend. It was really sore and my eye was really runny. <br>Papa called Dr.Z and they couldn't see me on Monday so he took me to "the back up" vet. They did a die test in my eye and showed Papa the scratch. Mum had to take the next day off work because I needed drops every hour for 48 hours (except overnight). He said if there wasn't improvement by thursday they'd have to do surgery then stitch my eye shut for 30 days. Mum said there was no way anyone was doing that to me unless Dr. Z said it was the only option. <p>Thursday Papa took me back for a follow up and they said to cut back the drops to 3-4 times a day. Yesterday we went again and they said it is still improving. I have another week of drops and then hopefully it should be healed. <p>The backup vet is very pushy. When Papa first took me in, my eye had been running for a couple days so my wrinkles were pretty irritated. The doc made a big show out of it and told Papa I have very serious skin issues, and something needs to be done. He gave me antibiotics for my skin even though Papa told him we have my itchies under control.(He made Papa believe the drugs were related to my eye) Yesterday, he tried to tell Mum that the skin between my toes was pink (not red) because of "skin problems" (I have white feet! What colour does he think the skin should be!) and he wants to put me on antibiotics for 4 months! Mum said she'd think about that, our regular vet seems to be ok with my skin. What she really wanted to say was that there was no way she was putting me on antibiotics for that long when my weekly medicated baths work just fine, and the reason my chin is all red is because I have been wearing the cone of shame for a week because the drops hurt like hell, and when my eye waters or when I drool it gets caught in the cone and irritates my face, and it is nearly impossible to keep dry right now, and common sense should tell him that! <br>At yesterdays follow-up he walked in the room and said "oh see how well the antibiotics are working he smells better already". Papa quickly responded with "No, that's because he had a bath last night". (You tell'em Dad!)<br>Now, I have had some problems in the past with itchies on my back caused by allergies. But Mum and Papa and Dr. Z have been working really hard to keep the itchies away. The parental units are not impressed with his pushiness! Especially since he has no clue about my past itchies, my allergies, and how Dr Z is helping us control them, and hasn't listened when they tried to tell him. This is why he will never be more than "the back up". <p>Well that was my week! Seems lately there is always something!Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-83616395244522651832012-06-11T09:23:00.001-07:002012-06-11T09:23:46.138-07:00Its a dog's life<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlhrfvdwfHO6m_7RmCLCJcAPNp52vzmGYjzUkUAjNWTipMgd-7RQo9Y6k8RSFeotsnI04lkza15dsmD0TsIlTV-2GlAlZ9uzk1LHnSI19g3cX-Rf5KOhY_9OPp7PToTmxhSbm4HUEnC_k/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEyOTUuanBn%253F%253D-726139"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlhrfvdwfHO6m_7RmCLCJcAPNp52vzmGYjzUkUAjNWTipMgd-7RQo9Y6k8RSFeotsnI04lkza15dsmD0TsIlTV-2GlAlZ9uzk1LHnSI19g3cX-Rf5KOhY_9OPp7PToTmxhSbm4HUEnC_k/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEyOTUuanBn%253F%253D-726139" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5752815888344903778" /></a></p>That is me sleeping in the driveway. I was so tired yesterday after our walk I fell asleep on the cold concrete in the time it took Mum to find her key and open the back door. She's a good sport though and sat out there with me while I cooled off.
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<br>What a weekend I had! Mainly, Friday was the big adventure. We went to Bailey's house for a pawty. The people sat around and had pizza and beer while me and Bailey and another dog Roxy played tag.
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<br>Mum says Roxy lives in our neighborhood but I have never met her before. She is a shepard mix, and she is just over one year old.
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<br> It was hard keeping up with her but I did my best. I banged into a couple things and even did a log roll. Papa was not impressed. He was beside himself worried I would hurt my self, or break something. And all that running really helped "clear me out". I took 9 poops!! Papa was horrified with embarrassment! Mum just kept telling him to relax and get another bag. I am a dog after all! BOL.
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<br>I had to drink A LOT of water to keep cool. And I may or may not have had an accident in Bailey's house. Now Mum was not impressed! I don't do that at home. I tried to tell them I had to go but I guess with all the commotion they didn't notice. So I marched right up in front of Mum and let it rip.
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<br>By the end of the night we were all zonked, and crashed out in the living room.
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<br>I spent most of saturday happily snoozing. Yesterday I was a little more energetic so Mum and I went for a walk and to play fetch. We didn't stay long though, I got tired pretty quickly.
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<br>Well that's all for now. Papa is home from work today. If I am lucky he will forget to put the tin foil on the couch when he goes to the gym and I can climb up there for a nice comfy nap! (They put tin foil on the couch to keep me off because I hate the sound it makes)
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<br>Chow!Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-87315145247295747612012-05-25T09:43:00.001-07:002012-05-25T09:43:55.334-07:00Convalescing<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1T5jMLhgSJdktEA4PEK9iQeRkexDuRzB7FzfK-rIKA8NCMnx2TjfzFy8kDTW67AfdZ59x1bABDEGKdYGkmE_xPRF5uWGtsTKSRK6_LEZu94WXhqrfFLq3bVwDDAOWBhB94L_e-PyZDlT/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEyODQuanBn%253F%253D-735334"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1T5jMLhgSJdktEA4PEK9iQeRkexDuRzB7FzfK-rIKA8NCMnx2TjfzFy8kDTW67AfdZ59x1bABDEGKdYGkmE_xPRF5uWGtsTKSRK6_LEZu94WXhqrfFLq3bVwDDAOWBhB94L_e-PyZDlT/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEyODQuanBn%253F%253D-735334" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5746512639289627170" /></a></p>Well I am home!
<br>I was very anxious to get out of there yesterday,but I was also very drowsy and slept all the way home and most of the evening.
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<br>My "procedure" went well. Turns out it wasn't my planet dog balls, or the Everlasting Fun Ball that Dr. Z was after.
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<br>I have some pills to take, and some stitches that need to come out in 10 days. I am under strict orders to rest and relax and only take short walks til the stitches come out. Oh.. And no baths! Bonus!
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<br>Thanks to all of you that sent me well wishes!
<br>Now off to lay in the sunshine!Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-17964038806850560532012-05-23T20:34:00.001-07:002012-05-23T20:34:06.894-07:00Call the SPCA!Well furiends, I have decided to run away!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/3666.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_3666.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I don't know where I am going, but I gotta get out of here! The least of my problems is that Mum forgot my blogiversary last week. Epic fail, second year in a row!<br /><br />But the worst part is.... The vet is taking all my balls tomorrow. He covered my ears when they were talking about it last week, but I still heard. I don't know why he wants them, at least I will still have all my kongs and bones.<br /><br />Wish me luck!<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-35787900182394090052012-05-13T21:03:00.001-07:002012-05-13T21:03:38.174-07:00Cousin BaileyHey pals, I want to introduce you to someone. Miss Gen and Miss Shannon adopted a puppy! His name is Bailey! And I think we will be very good buddies.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/13/4470.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/13/s_4470.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We had a play date last Sunday and we both needed a nap afterwards. We brought him a toy to welcome him to the pack. He got him a blue Cuz, one of my favorites!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/13/4471.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/13/s_4471.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Bailey is about 3 months old, and he has some giant paws to grow into. Mum saw him again last night and said he has grown a lot already! He is a lab mix and I think he will be a very big boy.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/13/4472.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/13/s_4472.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We had some fabulous weather this weekend! I spent a lot of time on the patio! And even now that the sunshine is fading, it's still pretty comfy out here. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/13/4473.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/13/s_4473.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />A few times I even snuck up on the love seat when Mum wasn't looking. But she let me stay when she found me. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/13/4474.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/13/s_4474.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/13/4475.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/13/s_4475.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Well, I think it is time to retire! Good night!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/13/4476.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/13/s_4476.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-90312049667140558792012-05-09T08:21:00.001-07:002012-05-09T08:24:07.199-07:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mum made me these pawsome Pumpkin Carrot Pupcakes with Peanut butter and yogurt on top, but I dont get to have one until she comes home from work. I am leaving pudles of drool all over the house!<br />
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I hear a rumor there are even be some prezzies for me! I'll let you know later what I got.<br />
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Tootles.Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603768311252366107.post-52532207317372097722012-04-29T20:55:00.001-07:002012-04-29T20:55:52.545-07:00Sleepy Sunday<br />Greetings furiends, I come to you this evening from the comfort of my patio chair. While Mum sips her cappuccino and nibbles on some chocolate I get.... Well.... I get to share the blanket.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/4031.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_4031.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I went on a field trip today to the bank. I was well received by all the patrons, except one. He scowled at Mum.... So she took extra long at the machine. <br /><br />Car trips really tire me out, so I had a well deserved nap when we got back. I was already tired from last nights disruption, for some reason Mum felt compelled to get out of bed and make pancakes at 4 am. I didn't even get a taste. <br /><br />My birthday is coming In a few days, today I saw Mum hide a bag in the closet where my paws don't reach. I bet it's prezzies!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/4032.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_4032.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Well if you will excuse me, I have some snuggling to do, and some frogs to listen to. They really are wonderful singers.<br /><br />Nighty night.<br />Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12993507099461593867noreply@blogger.com6