tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51528939954968867522024-03-14T03:47:27.847-07:00Sweet GinnySweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-81191858672752692792009-07-15T11:16:00.000-07:002009-07-15T12:29:22.024-07:00Birthdays and Frosty Paws!!!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SWEET GINNNNNNNYYYYYYYY . . .</span> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358754267873971906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbchLJjm8meoZTwrty-9O9Yj9Kqbrm6VoOLiz0WXdoQFFA82MOj7MMzek_QShNz8nx5SyHgRU1y_0z5cRY9cLFzF40n2xe21bZ4dyjLlfQuKq3_1BnU_YAphybEDAqp0S80pnqpez8gwT/s320/Dogs+%26+Stuff+045.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">That's right everyone! I am FOUR YEARS OLD today! Where has the time gone? It seems like just yesterday I was in puppy class learning to sit and stay. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Mommy said that I need to stay four forever. She doesn't want me to get any older. :) Although she said this morning that I am a lot gassier at four than I was at three . . . I have been stinking them out lately. I told Mommy I need a different food. :)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Archie's birthday was in June. He turned 1 year old! I have to say that the little guy has grown on me. He's pretty much my best friend now. We play ALL THE TIME. Our favorite time to start wrestle mania is right when Mommy & Daddy are ready to go to sleep. :)</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Here are some pictures of Archie's first birthday.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">He's not so happy about the hat. I wore it so much better . . .</span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358756868061924178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0_SKrkYW0bV30hEAziBU88pWEDlFOEs2aLp3Kmx2t5il1JHwGTSb9JpB__3MWWbk9KdyTQwp-fY0sGTN2EmGkpeHRWW0oTFqDL48Xv_-UNIjKS3Nzz1Vshmrz3v-lSDA8PYbPLDxVaas/s320/Dogs+July+004.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">But he LOVED the Frosty Paws.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757440818526338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibM87-gKgHqJ2wXrddY19UQVZVtaZNSfsKIjkoh-lpsP3BPwc-iAtXgDEgDlsYiv975I-Vuibwqanw0ba28v0mNvPelFIGL7cFWzGl5lp4RjIhEcaIxvBIMnMxKzwHbQN9mOJxMTcWUuMN/s320/Dogs+July+016.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358756896435167778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Ve-XmFgAThYsBfj6CpFsLHXuN_2x1XU-WqOMEka9LhmKBtyAvPeJMdFuux7GupfqM-ztsZ6D7pYVZgK-pW8YHkuEE7YOb_m4Bg_dW8ZkjduPnByjEEm_2z4lF3-DbUKQ5oSK_5CcH37U/s320/Dogs+July+010.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358756902294708098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpBetOmRE9dUa-0qOA8cbUzx5TZUqHwuG4f_g0yHObyuGOUX3AM_fs_xdCB6jei-5PaN2BUSW85uBzraxSL5qOL5xANG8xFSY-jjhDnpK_nX5osL8fuO9idbQ-4k664qEjeR3Hll2XE9W/s320/Dogs+July+012.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757435906512674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ezr3RorNVMBjQvWehi_9T6H8HlgVgp09jNKyHpC4oFnovlseegJwP1lfS2Ylr6ZV6_kQxeq30tZ1TfJMFUARdnjJdlpCmWJr875x99QHwZ2Q85S1noWtA4W62NR141QWd2AXa7LWN7cN/s320/Dogs+July+011.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></span><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Mommy bought us a little pool to play in. It's been sooooo hot here. Mommy didn't think Archie would go near it, but he loves it!! I am still not sold on it though.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358756875575797426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK0UQqs7Je_9wsYOdZyUWX_ZcaMiu28eqe8NzjdpmxQm5_NjyUEJiMGdCC0a8eMRcs5x-adT8RA8Bx43cg3WhlWulOaLiSRn_ccD4sAW99s9FH10lBb4ZgdzysNHBBHtA15dZFxTRiGTas/s320/Dogs+July+001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358756889301224338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LaPnHDodd2GU9g0n-TOp3q9_X_F72PmkbhqTu3VfVxdV45E_5Yc9ql_MNpjephV7wGER67rfPDcx3kr98ZrHVBTBwFxT73WulTaMDyM0pvcB5AOTnFxRO59eLfeRFf8K1zkigAayzY0Q/s320/Dogs+July+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzxm4qY5szgPnrHp1K4ukFxJGMIF4Bw73uGEdU3GEqpacfAzb_0BBGxcGvovxeqShlN0419Vsu5ttY5lef-mg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></p><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Anyway, sorry we have been so quiet since February. It's been a busy year so far. Mommy & Daddy got married in Jamaica in May (uh-huh, they had TWO puppies out of wedlock!! SHAME) so they weren't around to help me with the computer too much. </span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757754168676242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qB_XYbcOyJ9-DH_3cm9i0I8YJUjvZVVUmjYAQFhMQ1BNJU80p43DQ63kIP7mXG0HXgJZEBLV4iEXR-SgWgwFz8CAgvtvO8ab3taMG4U9Fvi6318elRFD9e-mgcm2uy0F1hAlnprTguFk/s320/LSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /></span><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">But this really nice lady came to stay with us while they were gone. We had soooo much fun. She took us for tons of walks and loved on us and gave us lots of treats . . . She got really scared though--on the last day before M&D came home, I tried to eat a bee. I thought it would be like eating June bugs--I do that all the time. Oh no. This little bugger bit me back!! My lip swelled up and I didn't want to eat. Our poor doggy sitter was so worried. When Mommy took me to the vet, he just told Mommy to give me Benadryl and I would be fine. He lectured me about the dangers of eating random bugs though . . .</span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">After all that excitement, we are just being lazy and enjoying the summer. :) That means lots of snuggle time with Mommy & Daddy.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757469252710002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uXU3R4Vbon2rNA2B8pNvQ_j0DQgu-8y_-ZPsGPW7zOsrGKAfW2yCuLtJE1OYB5GoXmKJSvPT15cPAsJFgoo0yRzoC3300aYPL1XKvdL0rLSF138Kemp7w9Z_yKEqAV5CMng5XJJmOwH6/s320/Dogs+July+028.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757451574006626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5M7towbpaEmgSX-LcNcTcNeFheWz5kKaCaktsRVNO893IB4d4yP8s-xR3q5ZYHq_fbnF2ugiOI2Lb3MGUwRj9SxE1RGpXuhhK89uNbxBgMAGDfncze-TFerlQcv_wZFDwncyi_5D4dUiW/s320/Dogs+July+023.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757458752426130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTYlbPm7ImCeKGTpoNOSlF27YDIDmIsLv9c8WSJOVmbvbiap0yVdZAowHHj4tgUFFGtLwyk545JW1r8km8rb_DRQ_T2Mi1q0zK18-oISDclU-7oD75MLXqfTZ8jYSzWdYf7PZkL_ckGjg/s320/Dogs+July+026.jpg" border="0" /> </span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-32629239133099672332009-02-04T07:00:00.000-08:002009-02-04T13:52:26.971-08:00Catching up--Howloween!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Okay, so I am a little behind on my blog. I am going to try really hard to catch up!! </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This one is a little out of order, but these pictures made my mommy laugh.</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Mommy wouldn't let us go trick or treating for Howloween, but she did let us wear our costumes. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Seriously Mom, can't we do better than this? I mean, why do I have to be a witch? Can't I be a vampire or a mummy? Or what about a zombie??</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296475619449355330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirb62bFXrKcTZv4n2TjRwfFzh7zPjUbxLwdkh_8pE0R78uLAweDAcJBTDk4g9inh9TpFk2MQGORl4HK6_GvogBiMaYygIC-h9akKpneYh3YeGp5DLK5ch0Y4BniE18YT8zlJUuAfNhDvRM/s320/Aug+through+Oct-56.jpg" border="0" />Archie's costume is very fitting. He is a little demon. Don't let the cute face fool you folks. That kid is just evil. He steals my toys, eats my food and bites me!! And he has big ears.<br /></span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296475619589064514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrEedl7NxVji_sBFDXnllJTGHCKIlY-3LMkgsbiO8UiA0TgNr4wkk9rLXE-aZ7nDAd_0X1X-TgkkKL-7vuzotBCt0yZERAV8S9Kldo19Rx2AzxTu11_Jby1cUxzEyYlD33lkw69zktQKG/s320/December-02.jpg" border="0" /></span>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-42062474029931621652009-02-02T07:30:00.000-08:002009-02-04T13:40:58.890-08:00If They Can Do It, What's Our Excuse?<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Okay, this is just the sweetest story!! Please click the link to Bella's Boxer Shorts to watch!!<br /><br /></span><a href="http://bellatheboxer.typepad.com/a_dogs_life_bella_the_box/2009/01/if-they-can-do-it-whats-our-excuse.html"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Bella The Boxer--If They Can Do It, What's Our Excuse?</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"> </span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></p></span>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-17194164179526959692009-02-02T07:00:00.000-08:002009-02-02T08:40:45.540-08:00That's MY DADDY.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I am trying really hard to get adjusted to the little guy. I mean, he's pretty pushy. And my parents think he's cute, so that means he gets all kinds of attention.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Apparently he likes Football Sunday with Dad as much as I do.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480891612813874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQSk4RXI3ACrTtXqllghxGOhjrcJxV6tjoS3eZ0CC0DI8Uy7ls3GP_sRn8iQLXhLlug64zE6xMrDy3YvFlBtTAU3k2xvrqQGs7O7I2EXjyjkfE8_ZW22XwRTlVvg40bdBn9UiExSri5_j/s320/Dogs+November+016.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I have to admit, I get a little jealous. I need Daddy time too!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480897903014082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWPuRv-JIHNNLMNkbblvMriIA3H7RRtDAxf1TjpTe_53PRplXijBHQBD9bpBZmaaZXYQllo0v25FE-VuDtjmvG8TDQ308m2A6IT00oX0MECALGkNmncwDZqu4XmBtTzXuukxD51ottDeA/s320/Dogs+November+020.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Archie decides he needs to be with Daddy too and so he starts moving in.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480904760476738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jx0FtfXEEdpyIsuI9msWlB1vbJLQLhrViNKfFll1s7tW_L27d-AXkNmTJ8mfWaRanpBHsdm9GqV76pwvidmTOwdQpL7fHUzb_1XIo2-EGhL8NYA81O3CbMpTwKJA0v-U1UQ64CvKFE72/s320/Dogs+November+022.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I told you the little guy was pushy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480909464877378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBCcuLwHFK8kPpDF5fMua_9PORqX-MydNOXu6CdPHl_GbLK4JAW8uxkFyuA3BhsK86nOJx6lPKcohyphenhyphen88RY1HCQ-_VX7pfTEYBiw4-LGUSKW_gtZ8ZRfGZncY6KqBAI3-hY11X00_HttVm/s320/Dogs+November+029.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Okay buddy, you are really pushing your luck here.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480917689055218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9JOLg9F7pPNwknsrpIQ7bgzjlTUkJCBIwQfxymEIBLke0PGDwUGvc8ay3LH0HtR2RXFg5GG3F-Cmv8y_HPEqAZCTyu29nHgERXsUUtF9tv6GBKnSSRgd6QpzvTsDykN4-fhGUap0Ys04Q/s320/Dogs+November+027.jpg" border="0" /> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Well, he is awful cute. Maybe he's not so bad after all. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br /><br /> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296481926648304162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKqRBQcVJsp_DxkNEIlyH_HJlP_M3VgFJ7iCTtPzE4rUYGwm8HFnsGOdJl52rnJy0xB07Pxt1P6QQHR70RjyXHdaNI70eKiINP-LrKKWngwa56RB6Eq57n0G7JXkTYOEIGTwgsIgkpZAz/s320/Dogs+November+033.jpg" border="0" /> </span>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-57796222467754840742009-01-29T15:00:00.000-08:002009-01-29T13:05:46.490-08:00Little Stinker.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I can't believe my daddy would blame ME for the smell. Like <strong><em>I</em></strong> am the one with gas!! Nice try Dad!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkoZeer-NwhUaqW190-xctRETgDiG4guqyRNQJOBnxiN4Qz3qMX4OsheONT6kdgbw8lAo-Ml1Fqv6w0zJ92oFn9n-wgtXeR_a56qAViDK1EBcexKH7TenoeTuYbETW2vc-k7k7E1FU3iA/s1600-h/September+2005-11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296473780207926418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkoZeer-NwhUaqW190-xctRETgDiG4guqyRNQJOBnxiN4Qz3qMX4OsheONT6kdgbw8lAo-Ml1Fqv6w0zJ92oFn9n-wgtXeR_a56qAViDK1EBcexKH7TenoeTuYbETW2vc-k7k7E1FU3iA/s320/September+2005-11.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-65633657235680037152009-01-28T14:44:00.000-08:002009-01-28T14:45:03.031-08:00Sweet Blog Awards!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Okay, once again, I was a slacker. I can't believe I am just now getting around to posting this!!<br /><br /><br /><br />I got these blog awards from my new boxer friend Chef over at </span><a href="http://www.boxerdogblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">What's Cooking With Chef</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">. He's SO CUTE and very sweet!! Thanks so much Chef!!<br /><br /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id=" alt=" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggfED_sJyG3_im5WLDKz5xyKBzUDM3uu7EghSShC8qD9ah_3WPVQ0TWlcg5Hn9TtAwZCn8QtppTLaIjzOFd3MS6m_40DG0KoRI39AWjAWmMhXPMdJqEcn21WUBxEftl7Fpz6uU3Q5x0pl/s320/Award+perfect+blend.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271138932154022322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPvyYUmnK7csjk0w0iqG8Zt-n2CiEUoos3IZ6BEvrlJK2bnaH4EsOS2w8Gj6tipIdcMQh4l0rEJtgNR-W1Nj-2tpC-vspda4sI0RSfud8HCsy-qNu2N8fXFn6_Cz7wp158gdZ-L63m3abb/s320/award+blog+worth.gif" border="0" /><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I would like to pass it along to my blogging friends: </span></p><a href="http://skittoandchyanne.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Skitto, Peanut and Chyanne</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><a href="http://myapapayaface.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Nub Wags -N- Kidney Bean Dances</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><a href="http://puppiesonhoadley.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">The Puppies of Hoadley Drive</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><a href="http://odietheroadie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Odie the Roadie</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">According to Chef's blog, here is the info on the awards:<br /><br />This award was created by Crystal @ </span><a href="http://www.memoirsofamommyblog.com/2008/05/new-award-to-give-away.html"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Memoirs of a Mommy </span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">in honor of Noah and the donor of his sweet little heart who ENCOURAGES us to SHARE THE LOVE. Click on the link to read this special love story.The rules for this award are to pass it along to friends whose blogs you love "because they make you laugh, smile, and leave encouraging comments. You would like to share some love with them because they have uplifted, inspired, encouraged or prayed for you. Please include the rules and link so everyone will know where the award originates."<br />I want to share the love with ALL my friends. Feel free to post it to your blogs, everyone.<br /></span></p>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-71990193903078655492009-01-04T09:21:00.000-08:002009-01-28T14:21:33.038-08:00Puppy pictures!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mommy was digging through all our pictures (helping me catch up on my blog) and found some pictures of me when I was a puppy! I was sooooo little. Okay, not as little as Archie, but I was pretty darn small!<br /><br />Here are a few for your enjoyment!! </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">I think this was taken one of my first nights with my new mommy & daddy.<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><p></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nhQ3WwRNSMHIkFBq3lrGg9hlD6nALDt42d2QRY4TI2G3iicizSR_UGXV0_tkD8BbA6st54JnPBr4vFutaG7dUhKVyx9NVYuMZL0iJL-hMTyDkekq_5giGsa5yc8B8b7SHbGdSmRTFhJE/s1600-h/September+2005-02.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287495253193958882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nhQ3WwRNSMHIkFBq3lrGg9hlD6nALDt42d2QRY4TI2G3iicizSR_UGXV0_tkD8BbA6st54JnPBr4vFutaG7dUhKVyx9NVYuMZL0iJL-hMTyDkekq_5giGsa5yc8B8b7SHbGdSmRTFhJE/s320/September+2005-02.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br />This is my daddy. Isn't he handsome? I love him SO MUCH. I am such a daddy's girl.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYOMvDs1RqI09Wy5wrrlHqltqK52ewNC3ICozaRIkAV86A6Hcoo6qr6W0d7uJc6dYvl4d9vv7XDV9WvrDkb7BpKxaWG41H7hIVDM-c9fH2f71PM-V2DHqmjiInQN6FqEb1pYoxydITE30/s1600-h/Pictures+1781.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287495244278956850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYOMvDs1RqI09Wy5wrrlHqltqK52ewNC3ICozaRIkAV86A6Hcoo6qr6W0d7uJc6dYvl4d9vv7XDV9WvrDkb7BpKxaWG41H7hIVDM-c9fH2f71PM-V2DHqmjiInQN6FqEb1pYoxydITE30/s320/Pictures+1781.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />I LOVE watching football with Daddy. Actually, I love anything that involves being with Dadd</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">y. </span><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_B_OgkMb9ojBO9_I8hVkUra6OUcJlis9hjJrQSM1Pl3Rs9CKj2Qmi29_tL0yfweKCbzQQ4GElOvnHQOYQ4cxYbsEQrm__bHxBvLe1xG9aX4sQNgtoZiQ-3rJmFik2OWnwX_Frz0mB9-k4/s1600-h/Pictures+1721.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287495243160391666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_B_OgkMb9ojBO9_I8hVkUra6OUcJlis9hjJrQSM1Pl3Rs9CKj2Qmi29_tL0yfweKCbzQQ4GElOvnHQOYQ4cxYbsEQrm__bHxBvLe1xG9aX4sQNgtoZiQ-3rJmFik2OWnwX_Frz0mB9-k4/s320/Pictures+1721.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br />Look at those stripes! Mommy says I look like a tiger. Growl!!</span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBA0Q1Ue7XBPWP0l6W03ADMEFs4l8av6SLUvWEmh97Xn2W6W4CSNWT9IflRPepofF3MpXZDsu2GT-fc9SArgwbaElSoFYG4Zhry_mXjfevYvIlXARd5RXvQEk1xsjNK8GqSb2pk7fXiXs/s1600-h/Pictures+1665.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287495230985014594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBA0Q1Ue7XBPWP0l6W03ADMEFs4l8av6SLUvWEmh97Xn2W6W4CSNWT9IflRPepofF3MpXZDsu2GT-fc9SArgwbaElSoFYG4Zhry_mXjfevYvIlXARd5RXvQEk1xsjNK8GqSb2pk7fXiXs/s320/Pictures+1665.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Little froggie . . .</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287491320393927762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcCuxCvqZxm5EWqtccUGvaBfJVMi2o7o1iV1hLx6sYUeY8pJcics7m2eHsEcZHh7KVHvWpDNoaryEpQDrf4YOWcX40ya14EHiIW_ugtCymaB0K7hKmelapELesFO8bkgRBunpyPXVXR3p/s320/Pictures+645.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">My favorite bed when I was little. I think I tore it apart. Oh well, I wouldn't be able to sleep on it now that I am a BIG GIRL.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287491373870022194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9_qpJ2Kjvko0simnwLiPrC_zRXH2VN69Il3SUmVSIxkPNifba_LuqOTUwydU0SaTwWHNuiDJ83WlGsaPrKRZIXThbn242jLPHwsS0E0ASXERcuvIFK6Bul-XtXk2hUXqcVbQ5qmoItiv/s320/Pictures+1333.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Right after I went to live with my new mommy & daddy, they had a garage sale. I don't really understand how that works. We still have the garage, so I don't know how we could sell it . . . But I took this bear from the garage sale pile and adopted it. It's mine now. :) I was outside sleeping by the tree during the sale--people kept asking how much Mommy & Daddy wanted for me!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287491355785423810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKl8DtedC3f76MmCMQfxYGNmt-m24-FyrmCYWTnk0QZby65gG5pCvR45xD3eUQAKBvs4Ma2jpS_ZydkRmlO0DMOVc8lZazK24h0N7i4l5nN0ozsWJS7aFpTll-vdJ_-kCkQo1mHo2dDpd4/s320/Pictures+1330.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">This is my mommy. I used to be able to lie on her tummy, but now she says I smoosh her. I still try though!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287491391303111506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_YmFXrr5jguEyXl2xdzTGyRB_GAvIVRJ1cDS6z0egRB-Ay9l4VL3-NxrzhSt3pDu3jNbP-6wr6oLUjNUEszkP6INMTiZNtUJuCrwfroaQsz1HHHWq8zKz9efeRstV26CvwNB3w-7bBIl/s320/Pictures+1618.jpg" border="0" /> </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Just another football Sunday. I was "watching" a game with my daddy. Okay, I was sleeping. Football watching is hard work.<br /></span></div><br /><div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-_rd53segLN0dihwOvzdm2721AUkJzdbQwsew0Bmk9rJ10_sdrZsivdZgeMlJqoECuxexgP322FN_kk2HaHV5K90HZdXHlmhO4ENlT4017s89T7ZFtdgobB3Q8SU9PDrhsq9E0X91s3A/s1600-h/Pictures+1344.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296472786657060450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMUbbyXAUhbMwdEi8YtTKygQxSgZIbZ43joHrewkfoLeGqjA9jgHk8x3lUXB3JYATiojoCrdbOExX8kclBvEktsadXvbzHege5VH5KxJ_qZz6kcNF5sH5q-oTVHV-4SrVjKMLvH0mTIB0/s320/Pictures+1344.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-67611050718603636822008-12-08T09:55:00.000-08:002008-12-08T10:01:59.995-08:00I am such a SLACKER!!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Hi everyone!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Sorry for the lack of posts. I am such a SLACKER!! I have been so busy showing Archie the ropes I haven't had much energy left to post. I promise I will get back on it soon. The little guy gives me plenty of material. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">I also have to wait till my mommy comes home to do big posts. I make her proofread stuff first and she's been so busy at work. I hate work. I wish Mommy would be a stay at home Mommy!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Here's a picture to hold you over. I am trying to teach Archie to catch a frisbee. I have learned that weiner dogs STINK at catching frisbees. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277480012955156770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6eeTTn84ZAwMXAVu8OB5JxKKSxWI5YulLau9Q_VljyGPo5CFfxS3aR2CEbvajsf62tAx0YWWs7OIfIkg5OyTiO_fUWHAEdEMDlHM8THvUYRPGMjxOeTB3at5ozQHkxexJwqjzTruwuy1G/s320/Dogs+November+012.jpg" border="0" />Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-54285076308475071292008-10-31T06:22:00.000-07:002008-10-31T07:09:31.882-07:00Hey, that's MY spot!!<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Since it was sooooo cold outside, Daddy started a fire the other night. I was soooo excited--I love laying in front of the fire.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Apparently my little brother has not figured out that I outrank him in this family. He has stolen my spot in front of the fireplace!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262009925455502594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5HKuM52bUrBfCzH4N3RWtmlqjWJbwa5MMrPaNapAD5ttwBn-pdBEico08TKWS6bab6giBECMRWmL8JpNrWQzG-i2XDIjad3H4ppyTIJVmqsr6Rc_QC8fh7s3Cm7P0UWKYYd0fAw-X1ZV/s320/Archie+Fire-20.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">But he looks so peaceful, I just don't have the heart to make him move.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262010374275364866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmJ1DQzQjKzxGwy1i5IdwIhKpFD56ETBCKKMDtiHBPj4TaKsA9UDnCmzBa9VqyXCdfcLfK4ktl0DkUXiHx3QYWcBrfew18OxU-zY4_n4erz9T06oev4w67MLqjZqg6Xw9quMp-mTzOwFf/s320/Archie+Fire-21.jpg" border="0" /></span></p>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-48047696167751650602008-10-28T18:19:00.000-07:002008-10-28T18:46:11.521-07:00My brother is . . .<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Tough . . .<br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx91LAApbQk5jf2LiW_QiyytUEDtM7EquJ7qDdEmi57dKSmQKX0ZEB4oTAbqRz5bsZFSCU4zw3_jD7EE2jmqQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">But not very smart . . .</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxME62NCI2LkcIvoH9WAd1lgfZgAYASTfeS9kvKaPxs0L67PO0jGY9-0TJG0wic7Es8uIOq-GjaG_XH44bF7Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I love him anyway!!</span></p>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-69154517492963156572008-10-27T18:31:00.000-07:002008-10-27T19:08:22.803-07:00Another Eddie Lesson<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">So, my next lesson for Archie was the sad, sweet face. Eddie taught me this one too. You have to give your Mommy & Daddy (M&D) your very best sad eyes and then you get lots of love and treats!! It is so cool!</span> </span><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">When M&D are at work, I have been working with Archie on his facial expressions. First, I told him he has to have a pouty mouth. Make it like a big frown and stick that bottom lip out . . .</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262017024100539410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflIFxOSRr0sf20mvxZQ2gM4exUT89qlC0iQ2z95nRHzLEAHV7L4CXQAG5wwMJ4QZaxIi_U5APiwIO8F0zl6NePDMMsIaLtNtifSI349ICB_udRbdOifvkClzJlK7FSpUAdUf6bqRTA477/s320/Mouth.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /></span><div></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Then, I told him to make his eyes as sad as they can get. It helps to look at M&D sideways or put his chin down and look up (Princess Diana style!)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262017458218878642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXM3rFYRHhQ8wbg_iEYMLDOw4gAwAY2GwXW6dsx5REi9Po-dN7ghAlJrjBLny420ctkJ5obpqZYF68f1fwiwyXNT55TdTC4Bq-88gyv_ESrC8TrDx5zKo3oyGkawJzisPeySQNbiW6emu/s320/Eyes.jpg" border="0" />Put them together and pretend to be starving or really really sad.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262018342164768546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ykjsMoxK3k1hrW9QqnnxdC2UOmRZpMBR0c5-rYAeBNo_f6KJePm9T6vqDGI0VcpYhZ7PSVcY181EAc8YADXfiOMiLuVCEI5ztbt0uFcjf9mDE-OZv3O4rVyi7gsTuQqiv_9N4eAVorCq/s320/Pictures+512.jpg" border="0" /> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">A</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">fter all my hard work and detailed lesson plans, this is the best he ca</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">n do.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262018800703546962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSCII3Sa_BH8r8-D0xm2YMnYO0hnvdQgLmUf6CHWJvGyvUSl8Rhv8KH644r-S2D9U26wov9_BI3UwZwfwJ_E2NE5r3quioVt9S22RgTkyLbF5yUfrPpfqpHd5_BB9ICDAkRZ5NwYsU475/s320/Archie+Fire-14.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div></div></div></div></div>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-13282113960873064642008-10-22T09:09:00.001-07:002008-10-24T11:08:46.221-07:00Puppy Class<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Okay, so last night Mommy took Archie to puppy class. She said it was to teach him to be a good boy. Apparently I was SUCH a good puppy that Mommy can't figure out how to train the crazy little dachshund. HA! I ROCK!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">But I realized something while they were gone. I missed the little rugrat. Even though <span style="color:#ffffff;">he rips up my toys and</span> doesn't understand how to play PROPERLY, it's kinda lonely without him. So I sat at the front door and watched for them out the front window. I was SO SAD. When is my little brother coming home??</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Finally, I saw Mommy's car and heard the garage door!! WOOHOOOO!!! I was so excited! Archie came in and we played and played. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Then he peed in my bed.</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260044623973124898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4Bsvd_JQcdmh1q5tOF7trhJzsD21xUGXtNaoEuphsfrKWWW99RbKcAi7txZwe0DADGbaAZq31qgrNcBViuvaljOc-4QqH56BUa0E8wco_leDeMgrqitfbMCUdfmgmekEXDumxVNkCHwb/s320/what3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-61481909695128219382008-10-20T17:28:00.000-07:002008-10-21T11:40:43.290-07:00That's My Toy!<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Dear Mommy & Daddy, </span><br /></span><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I have been very patient with Archie. I let him have my food, </span></div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259399526044282242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KlAhyUrKEZykaFsQAxwGuTrxz2456_6ptSrMg2zJVxCH-lVzrfowK7bsVEBKxMbr5y_KDC92a8u13RmbIbBXHbGuB08rv2Jn6hSracQ_ojLwsLplpt5GDh7JdglnE9sYYR-DG72x_NYA/s320/October+2008-15.jpg" border="0" /> </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">my bed</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259398530112562978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmquuF4EcSm1RQvZVpGXF6pmHq5BpQZaXvJPpBmTs_vsYyZsqJWxxbMj-gGHRQcsXzjoo1WuIvlCDqbFduwpd9VCG4AsMmlST9c27Nz2uGNfQv_5qtqbEqD8YR_DC1AH3xCWRP8JnQ3vOk/s320/Archie+Oct-06.jpg" border="0" /> </span><br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">and I even let him play with my toys. </span></p><p> </p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259398884676912946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisZeTMtyfOXF6nOYWY4mrZ1XQPd_Vvov7WPwUDF1yPphmFVc77ofU0vpwoulBIeM1UwFxiboiHicavD-FwIQekGcjABeXF06Pjias-B4qNpdMkJVaDoV6mnXhqJl1ODVUDKGBtwLt0-eG/s320/Archie+Oct-02.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">But this, this is too much. I have NEVER torn up one of my beloved toys. I love them and take care of them like my babies. And this is what he has done to them.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259398003782493634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYU0zNwpMeJAYdL0Cw1REVxMocKZSo6_ZBWejyDlYHF7d5_pPcas08S73JyIXh8a2mjzAFrGHRU0VxY04kgCn2uhsETNuLkIdik3Kyi90rvaSGxeAlV5-DSKxHl1SSqZwjJL9w_wGsqzd3/s320/Archie+Oct-10.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I don't know how much more I can take.</span></p></div>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-15467147688951544712008-10-20T17:25:00.001-07:002008-10-20T17:39:09.822-07:00So.Freaking.Gross.<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I am so disgusted by my little brother right now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6iurmixJAINj6WqzyD6_GGH5-RcCVw8KG44zOEEJ9Ajojx6z06oQqo8kCNsAkBb4If7Fl4csV7I5rhoWWk9hryj6JyVVUMspP6gInnusDhw71cpoE-DQnN7FB4FdvmlrNOm8XIFp4ejL/s1600-h/Archie+Oct-18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259397140594592450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6iurmixJAINj6WqzyD6_GGH5-RcCVw8KG44zOEEJ9Ajojx6z06oQqo8kCNsAkBb4If7Fl4csV7I5rhoWWk9hryj6JyVVUMspP6gInnusDhw71cpoE-DQnN7FB4FdvmlrNOm8XIFp4ejL/s320/Archie+Oct-18.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152893995496886752.post-18095378754777619592008-10-20T12:24:00.000-07:002008-10-20T13:28:16.868-07:00Hello World!!<span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2244hNJziPLmdsmKO1lhPEDX_DQJUf9W6vfogsqeeA1D1i-h8CkF06NIFHwlnbW9k8KeMRefHW6ClxbqG5-HPsuCFRnnwv_TdpAbWyJ9XvNy9op3GvlB84FOGIJRHR99UPKG0x1Dy1v4/s1600-h/Dogs+&+Stuff+202.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259327256063328914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2244hNJziPLmdsmKO1lhPEDX_DQJUf9W6vfogsqeeA1D1i-h8CkF06NIFHwlnbW9k8KeMRefHW6ClxbqG5-HPsuCFRnnwv_TdpAbWyJ9XvNy9op3GvlB84FOGIJRHR99UPKG0x1Dy1v4/s320/Dogs+%26+Stuff+202.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Hello World!! Ginny Tritt here!! I am so excited for my very first blog posting!</span><br /><br /></span>I am a 3 year old brindle boxer (my mommy says I am beautiful, but I think she's just saying that 'cause she has to) living in Texas. I love toys, Pupperonis and reading my cousin Odie's blog. And Pupperonis. Did I mention that? I REALLY love Pupperonis. I would do ANYTHING for a Pupperoni. Mommy, are you getting this??<br /><br />Anyway, I am just teaching my new little brother the ropes here at home. You see, I had a little big brother--his name was Eddie. He was a yorkie and was almost 15 years old!! Here he is teaching me the ropes when I was a little girl.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259324235067384162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzeTjARlkFeHzyJ2ZuQTGcUc5RlGcA0pR5SFuVTnOUhuYtVG4cMfj09tOzxyBINOvpu_Bkvc-KzCc3GXMyRGy_RgGClcl7Wta1MBGEJrxU0juJVsV8sS8e8Ffapnre_Vnz_SsQw3iCMrJ/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Eddie was my best buddy and taught me everything I know!</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br /></span></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259324759985934482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vzuw5IPs4s4OrHNHu5Mh-t6tKBCq32MlOK5ZYzm8mttGiCltAPU18Yngqb-wW2sDqUEblkUO2XUTVbKsAedK2OeU4k2-d2YkfavtnOmL3YjQI5IUQv_wrKJ5JuhgO8XjcIQhYbHi8GUL/s320/egfromcabin.JPG" border="0" /><br /></span></p><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Then, earlier this year, Eddie started getting really sick. About a month ago, Mommy said he went to the Rainbow Bridge. I don't really know where that is, but it made Mommy & Daddy really sad. I am sad too--I miss him very much. I have been looking for him all over the house and I just can't find him. Mommy said he's with the angels. I hope they are taking good care of him, 'cause I miss him.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259329139731696914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdItsRWl_hWhSnMJiD988lsbvrCQx4jX4FBUlIeQNADcSZCa8cQDwkMJ0iC_cxgv8dOV7A32qC21fvx9aNQE4j1s53wKaoq_fMwZvVgVSUCaUubZ56Qx2z99GJQEs7absXa-WjReXXSygX/s320/Eddie+baby.JPG" border="0" /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Mommy said that we had a big empty space in our home and went in search of a furry body to fill it with! She said it would "heal our hearts" but I don't really know what that means.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Mommy found Archie at a rescue here in Texas. The poor little guy looks like he's been eaten by moths, but the vet said it's no big deal and gave Mommy medicine for him. Poor guy--he gets baths ALL THE TIME!! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325841123629362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8zO-2dRIfkK6WYJOJGAfa9iY0eHV_QYrdCkHsaLY6JNSaE3fLghsn0VBeMRU3uMJI2c3rAojtQ2MCZxKdfBtp7bn7VK8b2MbtCQUhC-BpK3e49AkgYTkQnHFq1wigIelnIPysVJ0EjGK/s320/Dogs+%26+Stuff+267.jpg" border="0" />He sure is cute though. We have lots of fun playing, but it's tough. He just doesn't get the rules--I try to explain them to him and he just ignores me. I told him--I take one side of the rope, you take the other and we have a tug o' war! He just doesn't get it. He's getting better, but I have lots to teach this little guy. He's gonna wear me out!<br /><br />Archie is not Eddie and I still miss that guy a lot. I guess it's my turn to be the big dog and pass on all of Eddie's lessons. Archie, your next lesson is the "staredown." Eddie taught me this one to get more treats from Mommy and Daddy. Archie? Archie!!! Come back here! Oh that kid makes me crazy!<br /><br /></span><br /></span></span><div></div></div></div>Sweet Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725071158632982366noreply@blogger.com2