<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:04:52.195-06:00</updated><category term='paperwork'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='Being good'/><category term='Egypt'/><category term='Potty Training'/><category term='puppy sitting'/><category term='funny'/><category term='trips'/><category term='news'/><category term='crazy people'/><category term='Poppy'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Dakota'/><category term='hosting'/><category term='Tour'/><category term='the pop-up'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='Swap'/><category term='Qena'/><category term='Access issues'/><category term='Homework'/><category term='dog park'/><category term='blind'/><category term='Celia'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Neuter'/><category term='IWYPRSD'/><category term='Proposal'/><category term='Puppies'/><category term='Volunteering'/><category term='modifications'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='names'/><category term='down stay'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Lola'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='school'/><category term='river'/><category term='Darrell'/><category term='working'/><category term='service dogs'/><category term='letter'/><category term='Poll'/><category term='kayak'/><category term='Paw it Forward'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Picnic'/><category term='problems'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='GDTx'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='5 months'/><category term='Bluebonnets'/><category term='the bus'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='babies'/><category term='crate'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='Award'/><category term='puppy walk'/><category term='Alfie'/><category term='weak'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Vision Walk'/><category term='Chase'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='11 months'/><category term='Taxi'/><category term='Other Dogs'/><category term='Casino Night'/><category term='application'/><category term='Fireworks'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='accepted'/><category term='Food'/><category term='class'/><category term='Sammy'/><category term='new things'/><category term='petco'/><category term='mom'/><category term='learning'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Funny Face'/><category term='Play'/><category term='manual'/><category term='Presents'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='math'/><category term='Puppy Play Date'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='A-Litter'/><category term='students'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='etiquette'/><category term='random'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='videos'/><category term='titles'/><category term='games'/><category term='San Antonio Botanical Gardens'/><category term='prosthetics'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='different dogs'/><category term='Harry Pepper'/><category term='cute stuff'/><category term='toys'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='Cleaning'/><category term='Bob'/><category term='Restaurants'/><category term='9 Months'/><category term='smart puppy'/><category term='Conroe'/><category term='tidbits'/><category term='supplies'/><category term='Puppy Splash Day'/><category term='Training'/><category term='Hiking'/><category term='progress'/><title type='text'>What About Bob?</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about a Guide Dog Puppy In Training. We will follow him and all of his adventures for about 16 months of his life. Once he is about a year and a half old he will go back to Guide Dogs of Texas for formal training in hopes that he will become a real guide dog for a visually impaired client in Texas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4217252276466366371</id><published>2011-06-24T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:28:06.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advanced Training</title><content type='html'>Quick update just because I'm excited!!! Bob is now in Advanced Training!!! Hoooorayyy for Bob! I'm so happy to have him "back" lol. He has matured a bit in our tiny absence but he's still the same old goof ball that I left him. I have a couple pictures I took this weekend and promise to have more up with him in a harness - maybe I can see if I can get some working pictures of him with the trainers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nd0119/5867796174/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo of Bob sitting in brownish green grass, the camera is almost directly above his head so he is looking up into the lens, he has curious brown eyes that shine in the sun and the very middle of his nose is shiny and pink with black outlining the sides. He has sleek yellow fur and his ears are still too big for his head." height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5867796174_b3bba4d18f_z.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4217252276466366371?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4217252276466366371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4217252276466366371' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4217252276466366371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4217252276466366371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2011/06/quick-update-just-because-im-excited.html' title='Advanced Training'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5867796174_b3bba4d18f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-7395494938100201877</id><published>2011-04-30T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:34:45.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDTx'/><title type='text'>No longer a Puppy Raiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nd0119/5673927677/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image of Bob standing in front of a bush with giant grass like leaves, he has his tongue hanging out and is looking to his right" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5673927677_0768892507_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye Bubba :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yes, it's true. Bob's last day with me was Friday. He is not going into formal training though. He is being placed with another raiser. Why you ask? Because Tuesday I started my new job - My work informed me that it might be too much to do puppy raising and my job so they advised me to place him elsewhere. What awful place could I be working at that thinks it would be too much for me to handle work and Bob do you say? Well.... I am the new Kennel Manager at Guide Dogs of Texas!!! Yay me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nd0119/5673966023/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob standing in front of grass like plants and an old fence, he is looking at the camera with his tongue hanging out" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5222/5673966023_1dab387682_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to see his happy face on training days!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;While yes, I am sad that Bob is no longer with me I will get to see him everyday once he comes into advanced training - which is currently set for January, so its more like a temporary absence other than me giving him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to be working more closely with GDTx, this job will hopefully transition into a GDMI apprenticeship some time down the road so that is my 'long term-ish' goal in taking it. My responsibilities will be taking care of the dogs that are in advanced training, basic grooming needs, getting ready to go out for training in the mornings and feedings at night, finding boarders for them on the weekends, lots of kennel maintenance and rehoming career changed and retired dogs. There are a lot more smaller details but those are the main aspects of the job. I spent all last week training and my first 'solo' day will be Monday when all the dogs in formal training come back from being boarded for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nd0119/5673959019/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Eagle Scout's Pic by Photos By Lie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Two Images of a harnessed Guide Dog in Training sitting underneath and large red wooden trellis that is covering part of a wide sidewalk that is used for an obstacle course. The image on the left is from below the dog with the roof of the trellis in the background. The image on the right is from farther away and you can view the whole trellis and parts of the obstacle course in the background." height="284" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5268/5673959019_8ecc864f08_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first "mini" project with GDTX, mulch the new Jasmine that lies on the sides of this lovely addition to our obstacle course, courtesy of the Eagle Scouts - the picture will be sent to them so they can show off their awesome work :) - Doesn't Buddy look cute?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjM1oH8XU1Y/TbzMtFGWlaI/AAAAAAAABNM/1t9J1KncZIY/s1600/photo-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="Image of me from behind, walking blindfolded with a short yellow lab Guide Dog in training. The dog has stopped and I am feeling some branches from a bush on my right." width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Izzie alerting me of the obstacle on my right.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a full 24 hours job interview for the job which was very interesting. The reason for the full 24 hours is because they were looking for a good candidate who would be able to transition into the apprenticeship once the position opens up so they kind of combined the 2 interviews in one. The day consisted of getting assigned a dog, learning some handling skills and going out for a blindfolded walk all before lunch time. We then went over how to do sighted guide and went out and had lunch with a client. We got back, had a short break and learned more about obedience sessions and were watched by the Director of Training. We had Dinner with a volunteer client host (someone who comes and cooks for the clients while in class) and the next morning had a meeting with the CEO. About an hour later I sat on the porch in conversation with the Training Director and another GDMI where she "cruelly" informed me that while I had amazing attributes and had done so much for the organization they would, however, be dropping me from the Puppy Raising Program. It took me a few seconds to laugh at that lol. Thinking about giving up Bob stung a little but I just had to tell myself I would see him again and get to watch him advance in his formal training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JfwFnHqTMRQ/TbzL-sRKYbI/AAAAAAAABNA/Vzfd9DZU8SQ/s1600/photo-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="Image of me from the front walking blindfolded with a little yellow lab, we are coming up to a broken part of the sidewalk and the GDMI is speaking to me as we walk" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us coming up to some broken side walk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q3k2RjLOLI/TbzKu311iAI/AAAAAAAABM8/7c4pM0zDxc4/s1600/photo-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="Image of me walking blindfolded with a short yellow harnessed up lab. We are stopped at an overhead obstacle, she is indicating some low tree branches above my head." width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Izzie alerting me of an overhead obstacle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-7395494938100201877?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/7395494938100201877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=7395494938100201877' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7395494938100201877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7395494938100201877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-longer-puppy-raiser.html' title='No longer a Puppy Raiser'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5673927677_0768892507_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4662415535004184402</id><published>2011-04-02T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:58:10.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poll'/><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>Will post soon with Bob news - promise, but for right now I have a poll that I would like everyone to participate in. It's about dog treats - I'm not going to say much because I'm trying to keep it as unbiased as possible. Please post up a link to it so all your other dog peeps can give their opinions as well. I look forward to your responses, let me know if you have any questions. Thanks much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Just so everyone is clear, this is a question regarding a method of giving your dog a treat - it is not to be confused with a training method. Basically - if you were to give a treat to your dog, would you prefer giving individual treats for your dog to take or would you prefer to squeeze a tube and hold it down for your dog to lick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="qp_main59848" style="border:1px solid black;margin:10px;padding:10px;padding-bottom:12px;background-color:rgb(44,97,141)"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:bold;background-color:rgb(18,50,90);width:100%;color:white"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px"&gt;What would you prefer to use as an aid to training your dog? A no-mess, paste based dog treat that you can squeeze out of a tube/dispenser - similar to tooth paste. Or traditional individual dog treats held in a pocket or treat pouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form id="qp_form59848" action="http://poll.learnmyself.com/results59848x0111d230" method="post" target="_blank" style="padding:0px;margin-top:10px"&gt;&lt;div style="width:100%"&gt;&lt;div style="display:block;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:white;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;clear:both;width:100%"&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:30px"&gt;&lt;input style="float:left;width:25px;margin-left:-25px;margin-top:-1px;padding:0px;height:18px" name="qp_v59848" type="radio" value="1"&gt;Paste based treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display:block;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:white;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;clear:both;width:100%"&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:30px"&gt;&lt;input style="float:left;width:25px;margin-left:-25px;margin-top:-1px;padding:0px;height:18px" name="qp_v59848" type="radio" value="2"&gt;Traditional dog treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display:block;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:white;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;clear:both;width:100%"&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:30px"&gt;&lt;input style="float:left;width:25px;margin-left:-25px;margin-top:-1px;padding:0px;height:18px" name="qp_v59848" type="radio" value="3"&gt;Not sure - need additional information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:10px;clear:both"&gt;&lt;input name="qp_b59848" style="width:80px;margin-right:5px" type="submit" value="Vote"&gt;&lt;input name="qp_b59848" style="width:80px;margin-right:5px" type="submit" value="Results"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-image:url(http://imgs.learnmyself.com/p59848x0111d230_335_0.gif);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="qp_a59848" style="float:right;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;color:white;text-decoration:none;margin-top:-2px;margin-right:-5px" href="http://www.learnmyself.com/personality.asp?p=new-poll" target="_blank"&gt;Free poll maker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://scripts.learnmyself.com/3001/scpolls.js" language="javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If the box is not working please click the link to get to the poll. &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com/poll59848x0111d230"&gt;Dog Treat Poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4662415535004184402?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4662415535004184402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4662415535004184402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4662415535004184402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4662415535004184402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2011/04/poll.html' title='Poll'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4204184057571689021</id><published>2011-03-22T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:38:17.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Bob and the Bus</title><content type='html'>I had to go up to campus today to stop by an office so instead of driving Darrell and I took the shuttle bus that goes from out apartment to the school. This was Bob's first experience on a bus and I think he did pretty well. The first time we got on he had a tiny issue with wanting to meet/sniff everyone that was already sitting (we sit in the back where there is more room). but when we got back on to go home he did much better and only sniffed a foot that was out in the isle. His walk in between was pretty good, his pulling is much better but he has started walking a little wide so we gotta work on that. Well, thats about it, here is a picture of him sitting on the bus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5550728536/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image of Bob sitting on the floor of the bus looking out of the window. You can see the back of a bus seat behind him as well as part of the wheel chair lift" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5176/5550728536_76c416eb83_z.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4204184057571689021?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4204184057571689021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4204184057571689021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4204184057571689021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4204184057571689021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2011/03/bob-and-bus.html' title='Bob and the Bus'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5176/5550728536_76c416eb83_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4872923256863827288</id><published>2011-03-21T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:01:49.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Litter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>Bob, other dogs and new people</title><content type='html'>So my last post I mentioned that Bob had a training walk with Larry Gelvin, the Puppy Program Manager. That walk went really well, we had gone to a nice, older neighborhood in San Antonio. Bob got the opportunity to work more on crosswalks and street noise. Once, when we were stopped at a curb a big delivery truck passed right by him and he didn't even flinch. We also learned a new left turn technique to work on with Bob. His pulling has improved dramatically, just a few tiny reminders at the beginning of the walk and he's golden! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry had invited along two of GDTX's newest employees to go with us and observe and try out a training walk themselves. Hillary, who is Gelvin's new assistant and puppy program supervisor got a chance to walk with Bob after about 10 minutes of him walking with me. I'm sorry to say it but he tested her like crazy. He didn't pull too much, which made me happy, but he didn't really obey any other commands given - at least not the first time it was given. Next was Rene, the new Breeding and puppy acquisition specialist. His walk went a bit better but Bob was completely unfocused on working and just focused on the treats that he knew were in Rene's pocket. Bob started to focus a bit after he figured out he wasn't going to get all of those treats immediately but still wasn't on his game anymore - a lot of that had to do with him starting to check out as he got tired. We need to work on Bob's stamina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issues Hillary and Rene had with Bob have all happened to me multiple times but I gotta say, it was very interesting to see him just 'switch' like that. It really reinforced the importance of having a connection with a dog and making sure that he/she knows that you are the one in charge. I love learning more about doggy brains and that was a really good learning experience for me. I suppose it was for them too so it all works out for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a training day at GDTX on Saturday with all but two puppies in the program. There were a few older dogs there for the boarders to learn some new info so all together there were at least 13 dogs there. It took Bob a few minutes to get over the fact that he couldn't go play with all of his friends (there were 2 dogs there that he had spent time with while we were moving) but once he settled down he did very well. We went over some basic stuff - the A-litter puppies are on their way to turning 6 months so we worked on the correct way for people to greet the puppies, and the four important things all puppies must be able to do when they get into formal training. Head up, tail wagging, straight line walking and straight sits. There were a few other little lessons but they were mainly for the younger puppies, such as 'going busy' on command and potty training stuff. GDTX is getting really close to breeder evaluation of the new litter so I'm excited to see who they choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there are no pictures from the training days, I forgot my camera both times. So instead here is a picture of Bob from this weekend. Just so you can see his happy face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5547760420/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5060/5547760420_0c6f4f97df_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="Close up of Bobs face looking to the right side of the image frame, his mouth is open and his tongue slightly out making him have a fun goofy face" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Egypt because I know you love her too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5547192899/" &gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5022/5547192899_5dd2b39083_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="Egypt laying on her side on a wooden porch with her front legs facing the camera and everything else, face and back legs, facing the ride side of the frame. She has her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out in a nice wide smile" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4872923256863827288?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4872923256863827288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4872923256863827288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4872923256863827288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4872923256863827288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2011/03/bob-other-dogs-and-new-people.html' title='Bob, other dogs and new people'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5060/5547760420_0c6f4f97df_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4218943204205928222</id><published>2011-03-09T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:51:02.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>Bob is back - again</title><content type='html'>Bob is back! Yay!!! He's adapting to the new apartment nicely - he and Egypt are learning how to live together in a tinier apartment. He has also advanced to being left alone - not in his crate but free roaming and he's done amazingly!!! Well thats really all the news for now - he has a training walk with Larry on Friday soooo let you know how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5513459281/" &gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5513459281_e634f229c6_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="Bob and Egypt on the big teal dog bed together, Egypt chews on a bone while bob tries to rest" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4218943204205928222?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4218943204205928222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4218943204205928222' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4218943204205928222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4218943204205928222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2011/03/bob-is-back-again.html' title='Bob is back - again'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5513459281_e634f229c6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-725860076328911966</id><published>2011-02-24T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:13:01.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog park'/><title type='text'>Dog Park and Moving</title><content type='html'>So, its been a bit quiet lately - sorry about that. Bob is actually gone right now because we just moved apartments. I wanted him out of the apartment while I packed and unpacked so he's gone until the 1st or 2nd. In the mean time you'll have to be happy with pictures of Bob at the dog park :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been a few times in the past few weeks - I have only taken my camera once though. He was very timid the first time we went - he spent the entire hour sniffing every tree in the area and not playing with any other dog. The next few times we went though he didn't need to sniff everything, he already had, so he spend the whole time playing and running and chasing other dogs. So, here are some pictures of his first visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5475011093/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Bob in the water run with a spout flowing right next to him" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5015/5475011093_fe8a5bfacd_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob liked the water run - he had a lot of fun in there - he also needed a bath afterwards lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5475027693/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob running down the water run" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5475027693_846de9a55b_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;running down the water way&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5475005843/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob exploring a water bowl inside the water run, he's in the middle of sticking his paw inside of it" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5175/5475005843_8bc8cea0f2_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exploring the water bowl lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5475022549/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sniffing a tree along with another dog" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5178/5475022549_d5fba64145_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sniffing a tree with his friend&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5475015919/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob chasing after another dog" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5258/5475015919_1b2cc5108f_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chasing after another friend&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5474995793/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob walking around people and another dog at the park" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5298/5474995793_f942467b0c.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what he was doing here - probably stalking another dog..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-725860076328911966?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/725860076328911966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=725860076328911966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/725860076328911966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/725860076328911966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2011/02/dog-park-and-moving.html' title='Dog Park and Moving'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5015/5475011093_fe8a5bfacd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-7604404874327153305</id><published>2011-01-23T13:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T13:33:01.899-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Vacation is over - back to real life!</title><content type='html'>Here are some last photos from our vacation - Bob and Egypt did great through the entire vacation, Bob kept his long lead on the whole time but we rarely touched it. It was a just an in-case kind of thing. He behaved very well up in Colorado, his manners were a bit off but towards the end of the week he got a bit better. I'm thinking it was a situational thing you know. He did pretty good on his walks - we just worked out along the streets and stuff, we focused mainly on his pulling. He did really well, he would pull for the first few minutes and then after being corrected and using the 'turn-around-and-go-the-opposite-way-when-he-pulls-technique' he would settle down and start walking nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381656704/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob standing in some snow right in front of a pair of legs that belong to Darrell" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5128/5381656704_ea94f7b730_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darrell trying to make Bob go busy - I walked out and distracted him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381659670/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;""&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob playing in mid turn around and me kneeling behind him" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5381659670_2cfe921f07_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the front yard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few random pictures that I took up there - gives you a good feel of the atmosphere of that part of Colorado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381664454/"&gt;&lt;img alt="close up of a bright red wooden fence with bright white snow on top" height="199" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5381664454_4f6a8794c7_m.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381064059/"&gt;&lt;img alt="view of my legs from above with me standing in the snow, snow is covering my feet up to my ankles" height="199" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5203/5381064059_8114a4253e.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381675598/"&gt;&lt;img alt="a picture of an old wagon wheel covered in snow leaning on a skinny tree with white bark, log cabins can be seen in the background" height="300" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5247/5381675598_4363acbf6e.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381078465/"&gt;&lt;img alt="close up of pine tree branch with snow on the bristles, the picture is taken from inside the tree so you're looking outwards on the branch" height="199" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5129/5381078465_67fd574d4d.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming closer to our last few days there the local deer started warming up to us more, the last two days they came into the yard to get some yummies from us. Bob seemed very interested in them. Not interested to the point where he wanted to run and chase after them, but would just sit there and watch them intently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381085049/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sitting on the front porch looking intently over at something off camera, he has snow on his forehead and in between his eyes" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5169/5381085049_7e9a1b3288_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So serious!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381090395/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Two doe standing in the front yard, one is looking close to the camera and the other is looking off to the left" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5045/5381090395_5eab64fa43_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We fed them cheerios and oranges&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381095589/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A fawn standing in front of the red wooden fence, its ears are perked up and it looks alert" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5127/5381095589_1f69972abc_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute baby!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved Bob inside when the deer came into the yard, we didn't want him to get too excited and startle them. He would stand and watch right inside the door. He never tried to get outside when they were there, he just wanted to see. Every time he would shift however the deer would tense up with fright so we moved Bob over to the window where he could see out. This was better because they couldn't see or hear him anymore and they were much more relaxed. Bob enjoyed his window time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381709186/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="View of the top of Bob's head looking out the window at three doe standing outside, one of them is eating something off of the porch. I am behind bob taking a picture of the back of his head so we're both looking out of the window at the deer" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5203/5381709186_1066d9a901_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was so interested in them - his ears would twitch every few seconds.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're back now and Bob seems to be not behaving as well as he usually does... almost like a regression kind of thing. So, the plan is extra obedience bouts throughout the day and while we work. He's not doing too bad on his working exactly, mainly just his manners and he's started picking up random objects off the ground. Like small pieces of trash and leaves and such. So, today we had a little food avoidance session, we just used his kibble as the temptation - something easy. Later on we'll start using harder things. Basically I just tossed some around him, told him to leave it and reward him when he left it. I did the same thing a long time ago with him and he did just as well as he did today. I also left the room for a while (got that idea courtesy of Lisa!) and he did really well with that too - I'll start upping the amount of time he is left alone - today the most I did was 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381905938/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying on the carpet next to the kitchen with bits of kibble surrounding him" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5381905938_483df5862d_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reward was much better than his stinky old kibble!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob had a walk this past Thursday. I think we had intended to walk some streets and sidewalks but a cold front had blown through just that morning and the wind was insane! So, we decided to hit up a mall that is fairly close to GDTX. He did really well, needed the first few minutes to calm down and stop pulling, found the things he was asked to find and that was about it. Its funny how routine these things feel now when way back when it was like a big crazy day if he had his little 30 minute walk with a staff member... Well thats about it for now. Just busy busy busy with my last semester of school being started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. did I tell mention we attempted to make an igloo? We worked until about 11:00 PM the first day and got too cold to continue. We had plans of finishing the next day but it never happened.... if anyone is driving over by South Fork Colorado anytime soon, let me know if its still there or has been melted away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5381109185/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Half an igloo standing in the front yard, it has three big walls made of giant snow cubes and a tiny quarter wall on its way to winding around it in attempts to make a hallway. There is no roof on top and the walls are leaning in towards each other." height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5170/5381109185_5b487eda50_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother ran into the corner on the last day - thats why it looks like its going to fall over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Can you guess what we used to make our bricks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-7604404874327153305?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/7604404874327153305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=7604404874327153305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7604404874327153305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7604404874327153305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2011/01/vacation-is-over-back-to-real-life.html' title='Vacation is over - back to real life!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5128/5381656704_ea94f7b730_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-5575572804628959626</id><published>2010-12-30T02:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:06:46.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>Vacation so far</title><content type='html'>So, we're on vacation!! Yay!! We left on the 26th for our 15 hour car drive. We're here in Colorado staying at a little cabin that my Oma and Opa (grandparents) own and rent out throughout the year. We drove 8 hours the first day, and the remaining the next. The dogs were pretty good, no real problems except for bed hogs - mainly Egypt because Bob gets up too often, giving her the option to move into the middle. He was laying on the suitcases at one point lol. Overall though the trip was good. We all got here in at least two pieces or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305418229/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0190 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="View of Bob in the back of the car with his head resting on a suitcase" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5206/5305418229_e594a72def_z.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi backseat buddy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob's reaction to the snow wasn't easily judge-able... He was really excited to get out of the car so he was just hopping around and jumping up and down. Now, seeing him go out into the snow for a few days now he just does that, he'll hop a bit or bring his paws way up when he first gets onto the snow. He gets used to it quickly though and acts just like a big, playful, goofball. Egypt's reaction is a bit different, I don't know if she's ever been in snow before but she tends to avoid it when she first gets into it. She'll walk all the way around or pace a few times before going in... then she's fine, maybe its like jumping into a pool you know is going to be cold. You want to jump in but know its going to be uncomfortable so you put it off... just a thought lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305879274/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0085 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob making a turn while running in the snow with his hackles on their way up, he is playing with Egypt " height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5166/5305879274_c813aecc6a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob playing with Egypt in the backyard.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the first day we got in around 5:00 P.M. so we didn't do too much, it gets dark pretty early here because the sun sets behind the mountains. It drops like 2-5 degrees a minute as soon as the sun starts to disappear so it gets pretty cold - the high being around 25-30 degrees. I know that that isn't very cold for a lot of other people, especially peeps up in the northern states, but dropping below that with no sun is enough to get us Texans inside!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305291497/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0120 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Egypt running full speed in the snow with Bob chasing after her" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5001/5305291497_14fb191741_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catch me if you can!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are a few pictures of the dogs playing in the back yard the first day we got here (Monday). Bob stays on the long lead due to all the yummy smelling deer poo that surrounds the houses. The deer here are so used to people, most of them come down regularly to say hi to the folks that throw corn in their yards. Some of the deer will come right up to you if you have something good enough in your hands. -Another blog post on that though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305997416/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0140 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying in the snow with some flakes on top of his head and on his nose" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5041/5305997416_ca67e3bb92_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? Sniffing snow up your nose isn't normal?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have a few pictures of Tuesday, my brothers and dad went skiing but came back early due to the mass of people that were there. Erin, Darrell and I were thinking about going but I would rather stay home and sled or ice skate if the place is going to be too crowded. Anyway, when my brothers came back into town they convinced Darrell to get onto one of my Opa's bikes that he has up here. They got him on it in the middle of the road and he followed my younger brother's clapping for a good 30 yards or more. Doesn't sound like too much but he had fun and it was funny to watch. After the bikes we all decided to walk around the neighborhood and play in the giant snow piles in the ditches along the side of the road. I know there are a few of you out there laughing at us either out loud or in your head but we never see snow so we're more than happy playing in the ditch piles haha. Bob was funny to watch because he would come leaping after us and sink just the same - I don't think he cared lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305404903/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0156 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell riding a blue bike with my brother standing in front of him in the middle of the road" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5165/5305404903_217774aa0a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darrell following my brother as he walks backwards clapping for him.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305410951/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0199 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sitting in a snow pile on the side of the road" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5305410951_18c679e044_z.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob sitting waiting to be released so he can go play again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, once again the sun started going down and it was about time to head back inside to warm up when the deer came down for their dinner lol. There is a guy a street away that throws corn out for them so my mom took the camera and got a few pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305414647/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0284 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="a bunch of deer, at least 5 standing in the front yard of a cabin eating corn off the ground" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5084/5305414647_7ed05f6eba_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to go get some corn now so I can get better pictures lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a lot of fun. We went to a few big hills to go sledding and to a little town to go shopping. I didn't take my camera to the town (wish I had - the scenery on the drive is so pretty) but I did take my camera to sledding - and handed it straight over to my mom lol. She managed to get quite a few really funny shots and when I have all of them uploaded to Facebook I'll post up the link. In the meantime here are a few of Darrell, the dogs and I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305960346/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0311 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="my brothers and sister and darrell and I at the top of sled hill" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5241/5305960346_0ffa56e378_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top of the sled hill!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305369585/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0334 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell with snow covering his masked face and snow goggles" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5243/5305369585_f66ca409ca_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darrell had made a snow angel - face down.. this was the product on the human side.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305369827/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0337 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and I sitting on the hill" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5045/5305369827_cdc32abebf_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me sitting with Bob.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305372147/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0345 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell and Egypt sitting at the top of the hill, he has his goggles up on his forehead so Egypt is licking the only skin she can get to due to his mask covering the rest of his face - his eyes lol" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5249/5305372147_1c8b7269c0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egypt licking the only skin she can reach lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sledding pictures / embarrassing wipe out pics lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305373427/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0403 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell wiping out on an orange and green sled and bob running up behind him" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5088/5305373427_ca4204de71_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took Darrell a few tries to get the balance act down right.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305376373/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0421 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell on the sled looking cool in his full face mask and huge ski goggles" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5205/5305376373_9bf49a2a6c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He figured it out quickly though :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305990354/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0512 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me crashing out after going off a snow ramp" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5083/5305990354_2ffc76d6e9_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me not so much haha - in my defense there was a ramp my brothers made and that was my landing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305397837/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0535 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell flying up in the air, his legs are straight up in the air with his back parallel to the ground. He's coming off of the ramp" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5047/5305397837_65e9aede62_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darrell's was worse haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for some reason in the middle of all this Darrell felt to the need to pick Bob up and hold him for the camera lol. Bob is used to being handled and wasn't bothered by it at all but this face cracked me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305981306/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0452 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell holding bob in his arms, bob is looking at the camera with a face like he's asking why he's being treated so badly haha. you can see mountains in the background." height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5168/5305981306_8006b9e2a5_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's begging my mom to talk sense into Darrell...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Darrell felt like Egypt was being left out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305983946/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0458 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell lifting Egypt up into the air, she has a much calmer look on her face." height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5088/5305983946_076e2b163a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egypt just doesn't care like always lol. She probably liked the break from the cold snow haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well thats all for now, I have a few more pictures from last night but no time to upload them - internet is slow here. Here is one last image to leave you with - it is the view from where we were when we were sledding but it gives you a feel for where we are. the place is pretty much surrounded by the mountains and most of the homes are tiny cabins like the ones here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5305378901/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0425 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="a view of the mountains that surround the neighborhood we are staying in." height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5285/5305378901_f132bae8f3_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its so cloudy here because its snowing up on those mountains - its slowly making its way down to us!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on training talk, Bob has been doing very well, I had him walking nicely around the neighborhood with me the past few days. Deer smell is everywhere here and he's just getting better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-5575572804628959626?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/5575572804628959626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=5575572804628959626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5575572804628959626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5575572804628959626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/12/vacation-so-far.html' title='Vacation so far'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5206/5305418229_e594a72def_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4172185627025599534</id><published>2010-12-23T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:16:00.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>Back to being a good blogger :)</title><content type='html'>So - there hasn't been much going on since finals stopped but there has been enough so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off - Bob has been progressing very nicely these past couple weeks with his work and his pulling. Its strange how you can see that semi-big kind of tiny change in him that comes with obvious maturity. He's still a little crazy but only really at home. He's starting to behave himself without being told to on walks and he's getting really good at notpulling all the time. He still gets a little over excited when asked to find things so there is a lot of re-working with his finds - not because he doesn't know what he's looking for but because he's just way too excited to get there lol. We had a walk with Larry the other day and it went really well compared to our last walk, which was just a month ago. I thought this one would go kind of terribly considering it was about 3 days after my last final. That means Bob hadn't had as much work as he usually gets but I was pleased with the results. He even got to meet one of the several horses that pull the cart things around in downtown San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5286118241/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="photo-6 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="picture of Bob standing on a sidewalk face to face with a big black horse who has his head down so he can see bob better." height="682" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5089/5286118241_02d2147339_b.jpg" width="511" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well hello very big puppy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually the second horse that Bob passed, there were four in a row, the first one he was cautious of but passed with little problem. This one however, the second one, had its head turned around and was looking at him - that spooked him a bit so he tried to turn around and get away from him. So after getting Bob a little more under control we were allowed to introduce him to it. He was ok, cautious but also curious. Overall it was good because next time we passed them he wasn't as crazy as he was the first time. Anyway, it was a pretty good walk. Now that its colder he is getting more work outside so it will be good with his distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also, Bob has kind of made up a new game for himself. He had a bath the other day and when the tub was filling up I had him step into it - he's getting big and I'm not into lifting him unless I have to ;). Anyway, after the bath I had him hop out of it and I dried him off - all normal. Well then he had those crazy funny hyper moments after bath time that most dogs do. During his crazy time he decided he would start throwing his bone into the bathtub - watch it flail around helplessly and once it stopped moving would hop in, grab it, hop out and run around the apartment with it. He did this at least 3 times and finally wore himself out enough to go crash on his bed. Well apparently he thinks its a lot of fun to hop in and out of bath tubs... He's done it multiple times since then and even has gone to my sister's bathroom and played in her tub.... he's gone a bit crazy I guess. I even found a bone on edge of the tub against the wall the other night... that one must not have been as much fun as the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5286712714/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="photo-8 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob standing in the Bath tub with his bone on the tub floor at his feet." height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5286712714_d5f43d86ce_b.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see his bone at his feet?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scrap of news, Egypt had surgery yesterday - she had to have a broken tooth extracted. Apparently she got a slab fracture at some point. We noticed it because her breath was smelly and I checked and you could see the crack in her tooth. I snapped a picture with my phone but its not very good. Please ignore my fat looking fingers - the camera adds ten pounds remember. Anyway, she had her surgery and was really groggy yesterday but is much more herself today - hope she feels better by the time we go on vacation! She and Bob get to play in the snow in Colorado!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5286711300/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="photo-7 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="picture of Egypt's mouth with her lips pulled back, you can see a section of her upper right doggy molar is brown and decaying." height="478" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5203/5286711300_277fbb4278_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fracture was in her upper right dog molar, can you see the crack?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4172185627025599534?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4172185627025599534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4172185627025599534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4172185627025599534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4172185627025599534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-being-good-blogger.html' title='Back to being a good blogger :)'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5089/5286118241_02d2147339_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-859613396918639600</id><published>2010-12-11T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:54:05.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>I have my last 2 finals (hopefully ever!) on Monday and after that I promise to turn back into a good puppy raiser / blogger / person who isn't glued to a text book. In the meantime - guess what Darrell did a weekend or two ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TQRfchg586I/AAAAAAAABK0/0Amyl4iUa8U/s1600/151047_466748568615_623123615_5806421_3535092_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="picture of Darrell strapped to a man via a harness, the guy he is strapped too has his tongue sticking out and is holding darrell's hands up so Darrell can thumb up the camera. Darrell is smiling stupidly as he is falling from ten thousand five hundred feet with a weird dude and a parachute strapped to his back." border="0" height="384" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TQRfchg586I/AAAAAAAABK0/0Amyl4iUa8U/s640/151047_466748568615_623123615_5806421_3535092_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He went skydiving!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-859613396918639600?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/859613396918639600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=859613396918639600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/859613396918639600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/859613396918639600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TQRfchg586I/AAAAAAAABK0/0Amyl4iUa8U/s72-c/151047_466748568615_623123615_5806421_3535092_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-5587926893132982991</id><published>2010-12-04T21:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:27:05.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Litter'/><title type='text'>Finals - just saying ;)</title><content type='html'>So, obviously I haven't posted in about a year - sorry. My last day of class was Friday (yesterday) and I have 3 finals coming up but only 1 in the coming week so yay for free time - yay for blog time. Lots of stuff has been happening lately - but this post will be about the A-litter Puppies. Last I left off they were three weeks old, since then I have visited them at 5 weeks, 7 weeks and today at 8 and half weeks old. These visits weren't just for fun though - much like the last one I had a job to do - guess what it was. I got to run the puppies through their 5 and 7 week temperament tests!! Sounds cool huh? Well it was, I learned so much about puppy brains I could write a book - it would only be half a page long but a book none the less, meaning I will print and bind it and sell it to people.. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bet you want to know what exactly I had to do in these puppy tests and what are they were for right. Well, the purpose of the puppy temperament tests it to rank the puppies sociability, soundness and biddability. Translated meaning we were testing how well the adapted to a new-ish environment, how the handled being startled and a crazy dancing penguin, as well as how much support they needed from the 'handler' (me) or if they needed any support at all. By support I mean if they would come to me when they were uncomfortable and if they were 'coax-able' &amp;nbsp;when I was trying to get them to do what I wanted (with verbal efforts first and food if needed). Well anyway, I didn't do any of the actual evaluation - my job was to actually walk to the puppies through the test / obstacle course. We had stations set up to have them go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5232523725/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="picture of a puppy walking over a folded up puppy pen there is a metal pan and a green tarp near by  for them to walk over also" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5010/5232523725_ab06654a9e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pshhh no problem walking over this thing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big part of the test, we did this same test both times (5 weeks and 7 weeks) but during the 7 week one we moved them out to the driveway because they were way too big by then. It was my job to get them to walk on top of all of them and then their reactions would be evaluated by Michelle and Tracy. There is also an orange cone there in the background, that is to test their reaction to a brand new object in their environment. Another thing you can't see is a crazy maniac singing and dancing penguin (who sang a very annoying version of the cupid shuffle). This was to judge their recovery time as well as their auditory sensitivity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5233118590/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="picture of a floppy pink bunny attached to a flexi leash as well as a can with tape on top of it." height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5082/5233118590_8b86fb08ed.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flexi squirrel and penny can!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whats going on in the picture above is there is the pink bunny and it is attached to a flexi leash, what happened with this is the puppy would see the bunny sitting for them nicely on the floor, and then when they go up to investigate it, it would be retracted in fast short bursts and then they would do it all over again in one long fast burst. This was to test their pray drive and (if they grabbed it) how willing they were to give it up. Also, see the can with the green tape on it - its full of pennies, this was also to judge their sensitivity but to a different type of noise/distraction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons we conducted the exact same tests at 5 and 7 weeks was to judge how they differed from the first one and if they did how much. So, after the tests were all complete we did get to play a bit - we had ourselves a little play session and photo-shoot (duh) so here are a few pictures from that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5232523945/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="all the puppies sitting in front of a fallen tree in their tiny puppy jackets, one on the end is on its back with its face hidden and back feet in the air" height="172" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5282/5232523945_e7a828bfbc_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ummmm I think this should be the new header for the website - just my opinion lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5233116824/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="One of the puppies with her front paws up on the log and she is looking at me, I am on the opposite side of the log than her" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5087/5233116824_be7f30e4c2_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Aspen peeking over the big log.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5233117840/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="one of the puppies sitting inside of half a stump with her puppy jacket on." height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5247/5233117840_50c972b9bb_z.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We put Alice in the log - can't lie and tell you that she did it herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last ones were all from 5 weeks old. Then they grew up lol - these next ones are from after the 7 week test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5233118898/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="a much bigger puppy chewing on an arm of the fallen tree" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5003/5233118898_4142e8dc96_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Aspen chewing on a branch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5232527613/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="a puppy laying in front of a tree with dirt all over his face and tongue" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5086/5232527613_beccea85e3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Austin chewing on dirt... :?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5232527915/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="one of the puppies laying in the middle of a bush so you can only see him through the trees" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5129/5232527915_4a1fe189f2_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alamo finding a nice place to rest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the pictures from today: today was Puppy Hand Off Day - so today all the puppies went to their raisers. There was a news crew there for a bit and lots of picture taking with people and puppies and people and puppies.. and some people. Here are just a few of the pictures from today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5233120408/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="a news videographer with his camera in Poppy's face, poppy is sittin there with a blue bandana on that says I support guide dogs of Texas" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5008/5233120408_15c9d3d73c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poppy gets her fifteen minutes of fame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5232529117/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poppy getting a bone full of peanut butter" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5164/5232529117_ffca6c4238_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a peanut butter stuffed dog bone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5232529519/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="all the raisers with their new puppies in front of one of the GDTX trucks, poppy is laying down in front of the group" height="425" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5203/5232529519_26c50dde63_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the puppies with their raisers!!! From the Left going right we have Alamo, Alice, Aspen, Ava, Atlas, Allie, Austin and Poppy in the front :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-5587926893132982991?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/5587926893132982991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=5587926893132982991' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5587926893132982991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5587926893132982991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/12/finals-just-saying.html' title='Finals - just saying ;)'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5010/5232523725_ab06654a9e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-8563603758808211333</id><published>2010-11-21T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:16:30.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is Bob's birthday! He is 1 year old!!!!!! He (and Egypt) got a yummy dessert tonight of peanut butter and bananas - they enjoyed muchness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry -thats all for now because I'm too tired to blog - I have had a half written one sitting in the edit box for a week now and just need to finish it already!!! Promise it will be up soon though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-8563603758808211333?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/8563603758808211333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=8563603758808211333' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/8563603758808211333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/8563603758808211333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-bob.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4717369438452977080</id><published>2010-11-11T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:03:33.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Celeb Status - oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>Had to share a Facebook message with the world - it made me smile :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I would looove to meet Bob! For me, meeting him would be like meeting a celebrity, only better."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah - Bob's pretty much a big deal around here lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://downtoearth-abbey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abbey&lt;/a&gt; - we can't wait to see you and Baily!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob's cough is much better by the way - Haven't heard him cough since he started his meds :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4717369438452977080?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4717369438452977080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4717369438452977080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4717369438452977080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4717369438452977080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/11/celeb-status-oh-yeah.html' title='Celeb Status - oh yeah!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-284048220943831808</id><published>2010-11-07T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:34:09.615-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Cold and Flu season....</title><content type='html'>That includes doggies too apparently... Bob has a cough... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5156713905/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Close up of Bob's face right in the camera. He is yawning and the lens might as well have gone down his throat. You can see a few black spots all the way on the back of his tongue and the only thing in focus is his tongue and teeth, everything else including his nose and eyes are out of focus" height="556" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1312/5156713905_dfec06a2b5_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see his birth mark lol?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vet unofficially diagnosed Bob with Kennel cough over the phone today. He has had a funny cough for a couple of days now and I called the Vet's office earlier to get him an appointment. At first I thought he was just getting fuzzy stuff stuck in his throat as there is a small hole in his dog bed but we went out of town and the cough followed so call to the vet it was. It doesn't seem to be affecting him or his over all well being. He's eating and drinking and pooping all normal... Basically he when he gets excited he has a short (no more than a minute or two) episode of coughing, it sounds really dry and wheezy and then he'll hack a bit like he's trying to clear his throat.. All this was told to the vet over the phone and he's pretty convinced its just Kennel Cough. He doesn't want Bob to actually go into the office though because its highly contagious and would like to avoid any exposure to other's pets... I'm fine with it though because I'm pretty sure it was transferred to me at another Vet's office anyways. Apparently it can travel on clothes! Hopefully I didn't pass it onto any other pups when I went and visited GDTX to give them pictures the other day :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he gets worse over the next week (after taking antibiotics that I'll pick up from the parking lot of the Vet tomorrow lol) then I'll take him to the Vet. The Dr. said if anything worries me enough to go ahead and bring him in. He just wants to take precautions for now since he's pretty sure its just a cough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is Egypt isn't showing any signs - maybe she has been able to fight it, she's older and I imagine her immune system is a bit better than his... He had Giardia and Coccidia at the same time once and she only picked up Coccidia so lets hope she doesn't pick this up from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bob probably won't be going too many places with me this week - we'll just let him rest and get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep ya posted - send chicken soup and teddy bears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-284048220943831808?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/284048220943831808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=284048220943831808' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/284048220943831808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/284048220943831808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/11/cold-and-flu-season.html' title='Cold and Flu season....'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1312/5156713905_dfec06a2b5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-970668720393999799</id><published>2010-11-04T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:09:35.507-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Litter'/><title type='text'>Massive doses of cuteness here!!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what I did on Monday?!?! Well, Darrell and I - we went up to Austin to visit the puppies again and take them to the Vet to get wormed or something.. yellow stuff went in the mouth thats all I know. We got to have ourselves a little play session to get them good and tired out for the Vet visit and then we brought them back to do a (shhhhh) Christmas card photo shoot. Yup - we put them in little christmas sweaters and made them sit all in a line and smile at the same time... just kidding lol. It was actually a lot harder than it seems - trying to get a good shot of 8 puppies that now can walk and semi run - that means they're fast, fast and squirmy - but we handled it. You won't get to see those pictures though for obvious reasons lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the cuteness I promised - Here are some pictures of the play session and Vet visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5147771864/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of a puppy laying inside of a big round puppy bowl with a dome in the middle so the food stays on the outside" height="425" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1223/5147771864_1975f7f326_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The puppies got some fish oil and Alamo got a little too excited - he obviously thought there wasn't enough on his side lol.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5147177107/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A close up of a puppy face who is looking to the left side of the frame, You can see the backside of mom in the background" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4089/5147177107_6d121e8748_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this one is little Atlas - please ignore mom's behind in the background :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5147190789/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell laying on the ground with a puppy standing on his chest and licking his face, the puppy is about he size of a small football with little stumpy legs, one paw is on Darrell's face" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5147190789_3d37e28710_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darrell getting some luvin from Alamo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5147802822/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Two puppies laying on the ground, one is holding up her front half and her mouth is open in a pant, she looks like she is smiling though" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/5147802822_0dfd2e030e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure the smiling one is Ava but not sure which one is next to her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5147808098/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="a close up of a puppy that is sucking on darrell's hand" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/5147808098_8d3ec4208c_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;nom nom nom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from the Vet's visit - we threw all the puppies into 2 laundry baskets (to make them carry-able) and loaded up the Guide Dogs Van. Darrell's job was keeping the puppies from escaping on route. The puppies are just about too big to be hauled around in the baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5147826160/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="a picture of a puppy asleep inside of a laundry basket with his face up against the side, his top lip is starting to come up so you can see his little teeth and tiny canines coming in" height="425" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1309/5147826160_10b3077006_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;see his little teeth!!! and tiny ears!!!!! ah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ah! Ok thats all the photos for now - just know that Bob hasn't been living in a cave I just haven't gotten any good pictures of him lately. I did have a really cool experience with him the other day though. We went into a Petco that I have never been into before and our mission was to find the bathroom - the girl's room to be specific. Well we took an entire lap around the store with no luck - so we did it again and found the area at the back of the store. Now the mission was to find the right door. Bob first led me down a hallway to the employee's room - we quickly turned around lol. Then he found the area in between the boy's and the girl's bathroom - there he needed to 'work it out' and find the correct bathroom. He sniffed the bottom of the girl's door quite a lot and I thought he would stop and let me know he had found it but he just kept on sniffing and then he moved onto to the boy's door and seriously took the longest whiff I have ever seen/heard him take... I had no idea his lungs could expand to that much. After that one long whiff he went straight back to the girl's door - took another (shorter) whiff and stood there and looked at me like "Did I find what you were looking for?" We had a little party there in the hallway when he did this. I was so excited because I had never worked him with the boy's room and to see him actually work it out and find the correct one by comparison was exciting. They family he spent the month with in apparently did some good work with this find (thanks Ron!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-970668720393999799?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/970668720393999799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=970668720393999799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/970668720393999799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/970668720393999799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/11/massive-doses-of-cuteness-here.html' title='Massive doses of cuteness here!!!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1223/5147771864_1975f7f326_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-9052877080006294077</id><published>2010-10-26T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:19:59.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>We tried for a home-done engagement photo shoot this weekend - I haven't gotten done going through all of the photos but there are two shots I wanted to share - I read somewhere that engagement photos are supposed to capture the couple and how/who they are during the engagement period. I think these help to sum up a good chunk of it - what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5117923075/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Close up of the bottom half of Darrell and I, we are standing side by side and the dogs are at our sides. The top of the picture cuts off just above the dog's heads so all you can see is around our thighs and down of us but the whole bodies of each dog" height="335" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1121/5117923075_c8bf2d0854_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5117918531/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Same position as the above except both dogs are now laying down, this makes the picture wider since it has to be cropped to include both dogs whole bodies" height="179" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4127/5117918531_59f477168a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to play with the color of the top one a bit more but what I would like to do at some point is get one of these printed on a canvas (Check out &lt;a href="http://colorincprolab.com/"&gt;Color Inc&lt;/a&gt;) and hang it somewhere.. which one do you think would be better? I like the top one because both dogs are looking at the camera but I like the bottom because it looks more natural... your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-9052877080006294077?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/9052877080006294077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=9052877080006294077' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/9052877080006294077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/9052877080006294077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/10/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1121/5117923075_c8bf2d0854_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-1230137743045247402</id><published>2010-10-22T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:37:45.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>Funny Friday</title><content type='html'>I think he's settling back in quite nicely don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5105146159/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell laying on the ground with bob laying in his lap, bob is on his back and Egypt is next to darrell resting her head on his shoulder" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5105146159_c46609274e_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-1230137743045247402?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/1230137743045247402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=1230137743045247402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1230137743045247402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1230137743045247402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-friday.html' title='Funny Friday'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5105146159_c46609274e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-159764101073786139</id><published>2010-10-21T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:52:44.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Shady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guess who's back, back again -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bob is back, tell a friend -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;No? Not feeling it? I don't like Eminem either...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Either way Bob is back!!! Back again! Da nuh nuh nuh nuh... Sorry - its stuck in my head now... I picked Bob up today at the Guide Dog office around 1:00 and am very happy to have him back!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;We have had a walk since he's been back, we walked around the campus for about 30 minutes working on his pulling, which I'm happy to report has improved a bit, finding trashcans, staircases, doorways and his favorite - an elevator! That was actually the first elevator I've taken since he left lol. After our walk I had a meeting about my internship for next semester. I got one of those comments when I walked out - you know the ones where someone says "OMG I didn't even know there was a dog in the room! Where was he?" I like those comments :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Thats the news so far - hasn't been a very eventful day honestly. Hopefully this weekend will bring more fun :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Say hi to the now 11 month old Bobzilla!!! and his bone.... I think he was more excited to see it then he was to see me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5103291729/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying on the floor chewing on his knuckle bone" height="425" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1327/5103291729_138713bfc0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hello lover" - this would be him talking to the bone of course....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-159764101073786139?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/159764101073786139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=159764101073786139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/159764101073786139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/159764101073786139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/10/shady.html' title='Shady'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1327/5103291729_138713bfc0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-2817148881850349943</id><published>2010-10-17T11:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:09:35.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Litter'/><title type='text'>Poppy's Puppies - 1 week old</title><content type='html'>Soooooo as you might have guessed a certain someone was allowed to go visit Poppy's puppies the other ay (Wednesday actually). I had to scrub, gown, glove, and foot booty up before I was allowed to even look at them. Well I was allowed to look at them I just wasn't allowed to touch or breathe on them.. well I could breathe I guess, if I really wanted to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5088828820/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me kneeling on the floor in a yellow sterile disposable gown with gloves on while I pet Poppy who refused to look at the camera" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5088828820_9d0d8845ef_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its not very much fun petting a dog through a glove but oh well :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I was required to do all this - I mean, puppies are born everyday and their people don't put themselves in a plastic bubble so they can hold them, and sniff their breath.. and rub their tummies to make them potty. Yes I did that, I considered it a privilege thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5089906550/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="a picture of my feet with blue sterile disposable booties like ones you might find in hospitals, they are kind of see through so you can kind of see my toes." height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4083/5089906550_ff7d01bd79_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how cute I felt in these lol. I think I might steal a pair and wear them to the mall.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Well the reason for all this is prevention - see Poppy tested negative for the Doggy Herpes Titer immune thingy... basically she doesn't have the antibodies to fight it so she had not antibodies to pass onto her puppies. So what does all this mean? This means that anyone with a dog or who has come in contact with a dog has/had the possibilities of picking up the Doggy Herpes virus and if they then come into contact with Poppy or her puppies the whole litter could possibly die within 24 hours... not a good thing to happen. This is the process that anyone wanting to meet the puppies or Poppy has to go through for at least the first three weeks of puppy life. Once they are about 3 weeks they will be able to fight off the virus themselves but in the meantime - we get saran wrapped. We also had to make sure we were sterile for the 3 weeks preceding labor if we wanted to interact with Poppy, that is just the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5089301915/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" a close up of one of the puppies' heads, he has a blue paper collar around his chubby neck and you can see poppy's foot in the bottom corner of the picture and his head is about the same size as her foot. You can also see that his ear is flipped up and its still completely sealed inside, his eyes are also still sealed shut." height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/5089301915_5ec078f3f6_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well hello mr. blue buffalo, this boy is the biggest one of the bunch... regardless though point of this picture was to show you the puppies sealed ears and to point out that their eyes are still sealed. I like his tiny ear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Some might disagree with all of this but these are the precautions GDTX is taking in order to ensure their pups get the best care possible - I'm fine with it though because if that is what I have to do to hold them and help out its worth it ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to our actual visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pee party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5088239829/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me sitting in the corner of the whelping box with a pee pad and puppy on my lap, poppy is laying right next to me with nursing puppies attached" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4087/5088239829_058afd4d27_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on Poppy, we gotta work together doing this!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Above is where I had the privilege of helping each puppy expel all their urine, I had Poppy help me too of course. See, when puppies are new they don't know how to do this, usually the mom will help to stimulate this by licking their "special spots" which will make them expel their urine. Poppy however needs a bit of help (new mom and all) so we went through each puppy and she happily assisted me in the process, or is it the other way around? Who knows.. point is Teamwork! Well, Safety first then teamwork - wear shoes around the house! (Anybody can tell me the movie that quote is from I'll give you a star sticker - **Darrell can't play cause I know he knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do a photo shoot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5089913818/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="all the puppies in a little pile on top of a red blanket. They all have different colored paper collars on and all are different shades of yellow, from very light white yellow to very dark red" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/5089913818_7965ee92c6_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puppy Pile!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5089324411/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="image of one puppy laying on his stomach with his arms and legs stretched out in front of and behind him in a superman pose" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/5089324411_a334352b85_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at his little nails!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did an individual puppy photo shoot with all of them but I haven't gotten all those in order just yet so maybe I'll show those in a different post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Collar Changing Party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know if you can tell from the other pictures but their paper collars were getting torn up and too tight, so we got to replace them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="picture of all the cut off paper collars on the counter with the sharpies and scissors behind them" height="211" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5089940102_146f4f5d29_m.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All their first little puppy collars&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5089940102/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5089336451/" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="photo of my hand with a new puppy collar around it, mine has my name on it. I'm also holding a new puppy collar in my hand, it is plastic with a colored paper slip inside similar to hospital bracelets" height="211" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5089336451_04fd8443de_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New collars - we made one for me too :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures of the actual process.. don't know what I was doing... ? But here is the finished product :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5089347911/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="all the puppies inside the whelping box with their new plastic collars on." height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/5089347911_dd53eca078_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All their new little collars - they look so official now :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay puppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is a naming contest going on if you would like to take part in naming of the puppies - they have to be A letter names and if you're my friend then they have to be Texas related lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the ones I like if you don't have any suggestions but just want to help my names win :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice - city in Texas where Darrell went to high school :)&lt;br /&gt;Alamo - Please tell me I don't need to explain that one...&lt;br /&gt;Abilene and Amarillo - other cities in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Aggie - for Texas A &amp;amp; M University (even if you like UT better vote for it because B litter we can add Bevo! (all non Texaners that is the Longhorn's mascot name))&lt;br /&gt;Austin - for the UT fans who are just really upset about Aggie :)&lt;br /&gt;Andi - this one isn't a Texas name but its for Dr. Anderson who made a generous donation at the GDTx luncheon the other day (a blog post about that will come soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link if you would like to participate - &lt;a href="http://franstep.wufoo.com/forms/m7x3p9/"&gt;Click Me!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-2817148881850349943?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/2817148881850349943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=2817148881850349943' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2817148881850349943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2817148881850349943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/10/poppys-puppies-1-week-old.html' title='Poppy&apos;s Puppies - 1 week old'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5088828820_9d0d8845ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-6134685263036359420</id><published>2010-10-14T00:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:07:32.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5080527052/"&gt; &lt;img alt="Poppy laying in her whelping box as seven puppies nurse and the last one can be seen leaving the frame in the lower right corner." src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4089/5080527052_8f41fb3f96_z.jpg" width="640" height="425" alt="Poppy with her puppies " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More will come... probably on Friday night or sometime Saturday. I have two tests so yup - you will just have to be patient for a bit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. this picture was stolen from my own camera!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-6134685263036359420?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/6134685263036359420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=6134685263036359420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6134685263036359420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6134685263036359420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/10/preview.html' title='Preview'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4089/5080527052_8f41fb3f96_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-8838348994925469143</id><published>2010-10-06T07:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:09:35.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Litter'/><title type='text'>They're here! *edited with my goof...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKxscMFAFEI/AAAAAAAABKc/pqWx-zLSxU0/s1600/47038_10150104040971521_282709046520_7162723_8152541_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" Poppy laying on her side with 3 puppies nursing" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKxscMFAFEI/AAAAAAAABKc/pqWx-zLSxU0/s320/47038_10150104040971521_282709046520_7162723_8152541_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That one is going to be super dark- the Dad's name was fire and according to genetics I don't think two yellows can make a black lol. Maybe its just dirty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKxsdktc5rI/AAAAAAAABKg/4kltrWoSvR8/s1600/39559_10150104072976521_282709046520_7163168_7323209_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poppy laying on her side with umm 7 puppies nursing" border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKxsdktc5rI/AAAAAAAABKg/4kltrWoSvR8/s320/39559_10150104072976521_282709046520_7163168_7323209_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soo many puppies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKxsecGz6gI/AAAAAAAABKk/9fH8aN14sPA/s1600/65374_10150104052511521_282709046520_7162868_8364557_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poppy's face with two puppies next to her shoulder" border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKxsecGz6gI/AAAAAAAABKk/9fH8aN14sPA/s320/65374_10150104052511521_282709046520_7162868_8364557_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi momma!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Coreena won with 5 Boys and 3 Girls!!! Congrats Coreena! I'll figure out what you win later tonight cause I gotta go to class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So Coreena, you didn't rally win because I got the sexes mixed up lol - it was 5 Girls and 3 Boys but you will still get a prize because you were the only person to guess that ratio :) Yay you! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another winner had to be picked and there were three people that guessed the closest: Erica, Ro, and Lauren - I did a drawing to see who would win out of those 3 and guess who it is! RO!!! Yay Ro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yall gotta tell me what you would like - some handmade stuff like jewelry perhaps? A leash? A Bag/purse? or if you're not into handmade stuff - Dog Toys? Dog Treats or Bones? Let me know and I'll do it - I like projects :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have no idea who I stole the pics from - thanks person :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-8838348994925469143?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/8838348994925469143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=8838348994925469143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/8838348994925469143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/8838348994925469143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/10/theyre-here.html' title='They&apos;re here! *edited with my goof...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKxscMFAFEI/AAAAAAAABKc/pqWx-zLSxU0/s72-c/47038_10150104040971521_282709046520_7162723_8152541_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-1817785233130670772</id><published>2010-10-05T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:09:35.518-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Litter'/><title type='text'>Puppies!</title><content type='html'>Poppy is having her puppies right now so hurry and get your votes in now before its too late!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-1817785233130670772?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/1817785233130670772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=1817785233130670772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1817785233130670772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1817785233130670772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/10/puppies.html' title='Puppies!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-518938543459895507</id><published>2010-10-04T20:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:53:06.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poppy'/><title type='text'>Its coming up quickly peeps!</title><content type='html'>Get to guessing! The competition is almost over - due date was moved to Friday!!! Visit the &lt;a href="http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-about-that-time-folks.html"&gt;original post&lt;/a&gt; and make your guess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKqEQRYYOPI/AAAAAAAABKY/Om2robTAkR8/s1600/62153_1402653631924_1399838683_30904608_4369569_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of an x ray of poppy's utuerus, you can see zipper like formations in random places on the image, they are about 3 inches long and one end has a bigger circular formation." border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKqEQRYYOPI/AAAAAAAABKY/Om2robTAkR8/s1600/62153_1402653631924_1399838683_30904608_4369569_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see their spines?! P.S. do not use this picture as an indicator for your guess... you never know what could be in there hiding!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo stollen from Michelle - der!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-518938543459895507?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/518938543459895507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=518938543459895507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/518938543459895507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/518938543459895507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-coming-up-quickly-peeps.html' title='Its coming up quickly peeps!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKqEQRYYOPI/AAAAAAAABKY/Om2robTAkR8/s72-c/62153_1402653631924_1399838683_30904608_4369569_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-5824592831634129465</id><published>2010-09-30T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:15:28.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDTx'/><title type='text'>How do you B.B.Q?</title><content type='html'>Want to know what we have been up to lately? Besides school that is.. This past weekend Darrell and I volunteered at a public outreach event on Saturday. We set up a kissing booth at a scrapbook store named 'Scrapbook 911' here in San Antonio. It was the last day of a silent auction that has been going on for 3 weeks. Since we didn't have Bob, Egypt tagged along with us cause she likes giving kisses. Surprisingly not a lot of people passed through, most people stayed inside the entire time we were outside. Scrapbook 911 was also having a 'garage sale' type thing where they were getting rid of a lot of old stuff to make room for new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040651710/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="a photo of our table with a sign hanging off of it. It says heavy petting 50 cents, kissing booth 1 dollar"height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/5040651710_18efa336a8_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you like our sign?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a alt="picture of Darrell and Ernie sitting on edge of a sidewalk under the tent we had set up, Egypt and Mikey, Ernie's black guide dog are laying at their feet" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040670530/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/5040670530_b601da3a99_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course its the dogs that get the heavy petting and give the kisses.. no one would pay for these guys lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040672826/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img  alt="picture of a plastic guide dog with a puppy at her feet, it is a giant piggy bank for people to donate into"height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4111/5040672826_96678320b8.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our piggy, well doggy, bank.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won two things that night - one a double sided wall hanging that I will one day fill up with pictures... the other a CD case made into a little book that says me and my bff on the front and room for a picture inside. I was pretty happy with the stuff I went home with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040072279/" clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="One side of my wall hanging, there are six panels all decorated in bright colors and there are spaces for pictures on each" height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5040072279_e9f03cd34f.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My wall hanging - side one!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040075151/" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="the second side of the wall hanging, it is decorated in the same style but different designs"  height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5040075151_d7aa3f5207.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side two!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040698480/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of the front of the CD box, its decorated with bright colors and a little bird, it says my and my bff with bff being really big and taking up half the front"height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4129/5040698480_943bdd52c2_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BFF book :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040080903/" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="the inside of the cd box, one side has a bird with a quote from Henry David thorough that says Be true to your word, your work and to your friends. The other side has a place for a picture"  height="265" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5040080903_99d633012a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The inside space for a picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much made up our Saturday - we went and saw that movie "Easy A" it was pretty funny - I'll recommend it lol. However on Sunday, we had plans to go over to Ernie's house. He is the volunteer coordinator at GDTx, he and his wife invited us over to hand out and so Ernie could help Darrell learn how to barbecue! Darrell is always talking about how he wants to get a barbecue pit but neither of us really know how to barbecue so it was pretty exciting for Darrell to get a chance to learn. Ernie is visually impaired as well so Darrell was good and ready to get a lot of tips from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first started out with temperature - which Ernie said was pretty much as hot as you can get it. He had Darrell use the tongs to scope out the space on the grill. See how big it was and what not. He then had Darrell check out the raw meat, letting him figure out how it felt when he grabbed it with the tongs. After Darrell got a good feel for his surroundings and what he was working with Ernie had Darrell put the steaks on the pit. They then shut the lid and we sat around and hung out for awhile lol. We were sitting outside and chatting when Ernie drew our attention to the pit. You could hear the pit start to sizzle as juices fell onto it from the steaks. That meant it was time to flip them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040058771/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img  alt="Darrell flipping the steaks on the barbecue pit"height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4151/5040058771_e946cf70ac_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He pretty much made Darrell do all the first steps by himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040684674/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ernie guiding Darrell's hands to the steaks and showing him how to get under them" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5040684674_234356a30d_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ernie helping Darrell work the steaks away from the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Darrell had a few issues with this part because the first steak stuck to the pit and he ripped it a bit. With the second one though Ernie taught him how get the tongs under it and move it back and forth to unstick it before he took it away from the pit. He assisted him with flipping the rest and then we hung around and waited some more. They checked the steaks after a bit and were able to tell if they were done by touch, which I believe is what most people do anyways so no big differences there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5040069283/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img  alt="Close up of Ernie assisting Darrell with the last steak, he's guiding Darrell's hand and helping him scrape the steak away from the grills"height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/5040069283_b12a1044c0_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helping :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We had a great dinner with steaks, baked potatoes, salad and an amazing dessert of strawberries with a chocolate brandy sauce (I think) and whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning on fajitas next because Ernie hasn't learned that one yet lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you B.B.Q?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-5824592831634129465?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/5824592831634129465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=5824592831634129465' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5824592831634129465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5824592831634129465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-do-you-bbq.html' title='How do you B.B.Q?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/5040651710_18efa336a8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-6198557498751864192</id><published>2010-09-27T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:09:35.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Litter'/><title type='text'>Its about that time folks!</title><content type='html'>Poppy is going in for an ultrasound today! She is supposed to be due on the 9th so, I decided its time to start that competition to guess whats in the belly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKD8gG6rEPI/AAAAAAAABKU/LzKhm_Zhm2k/s1600/63579_1393864252195_1399838683_30883858_3500749_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poppy laying on the floor, her belly is a bit bigger than her chest now" border="0" height="416" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKD8gG6rEPI/AAAAAAAABKU/LzKhm_Zhm2k/s640/63579_1393864252195_1399838683_30883858_3500749_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So here is how its going to work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone is allowed 1 guess only!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're guessing for number of boys and number of girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll hide all the comments until the competition is over and the first to guess the correct numbers wins!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If no one guesses the correct numbers then the closest will win!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKD8ezFe-KI/AAAAAAAABKQ/AjiGUng1hr0/s1600/62030_1409438760732_1375359256_31028504_6979296_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poppy and celia in a big wooden box with a little door in the middle. The box is about 2.5 feet high and measures about 6 by 3 feet" border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKD8ezFe-KI/AAAAAAAABKQ/AjiGUng1hr0/s640/62030_1409438760732_1375359256_31028504_6979296_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of room in that whelping box for lots of puppies!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't know what I will give away yet - maybe a leash, or a collar, or a bag with your dog (or whatever you want if you don't have a dog) on it... Suggestions are open and I will publish those.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Competition will close on the 8th! If Poppy happens to give birth before that I'll close it then - happy guessing!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKD8dmZ1R1I/AAAAAAAABKM/23ObcaGtz5s/s1600/60221_1423177944203_1375359256_31059126_3566540_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poppy sleeping inside the whelping box, her back is against one side of the box with her head in the corner facing the ceiling"border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKD8dmZ1R1I/AAAAAAAABKM/23ObcaGtz5s/s640/60221_1423177944203_1375359256_31059126_3566540_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting comfy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures are courtesy of Tracy (Poppy's Midwoof!) or Michelle (Poppy's other Midwoof!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-6198557498751864192?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/6198557498751864192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=6198557498751864192' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6198557498751864192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6198557498751864192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-about-that-time-folks.html' title='Its about that time folks!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TKD8gG6rEPI/AAAAAAAABKU/LzKhm_Zhm2k/s72-c/63579_1393864252195_1399838683_30883858_3500749_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4555393755028991057</id><published>2010-09-25T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:45:51.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Summer Camp</title><content type='html'>I miss Bob and am currently pretending he's away at summer camp. I write him letters daily and like to think he's having too much fun swimming, riding horses and making smores to respond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I had this picture - one day Darrell was playing with Bob and I don't know if Bob just got tired of it or what but he pretty much gave up and just hung there all floppy and limp. He's so funny - he never fights back no matter what you do to him - its not like we provoke him or anything but he puts up with a lot of random stuff.. such as Darrell holding him like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a alt="Darrell holding Bob upright while they sit on the floor. Bob is sitting on his butt and his back is against Darrell's chest, his head and neck are flopped over darrell's arm and he's looking to the right. He looks floppy and limp in darrell's arms" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5023927613/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="floppy bob" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5023927613_05d3ae2328_z.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob was funny - he would go from this to looking up at me - figure out I wasn't going to help him and then flop back over again - I think he was trying to play the "pathetic" card..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4555393755028991057?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4555393755028991057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4555393755028991057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4555393755028991057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4555393755028991057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-camp.html' title='Summer Camp'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5023927613_05d3ae2328_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-6997572750227810419</id><published>2010-09-23T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:08:01.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosthetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>A new look</title><content type='html'>So - some of you who know me on Facebook have probably already seen the pictures but for those of you who haven't I wanted to share some big news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to pre-apologize because there is nothing in this post about Bob - this post is all about Darrell and his eyes. Or new eyes is more like it because Darrell got prosthetics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you who don't know, Darrell has had multiple surgeries since he was very young and due to this he has suffered some trauma to them. They have become flat and shrunken over the years and it causes him some discomfort from time to time. Also, due to the loss of volume his lids are now too big for what he has left. So they often don't close correctly and they don't lubricate his eyes completely when he blinks. He also will not go out without his sunglasses on because he knows his eyes are misshapen as well as his right eye cocking off to the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of his uncomfortableness with his eyes physically and the visual aesthetic we decided to start looking for some solutions. We came across Scleral Shells and decided those were the way to go. Scleral Shells are a type of prosthetic that allows the eye to remain where it is (other prosthetics require the eye to be removed) and it will sit on top of it under his eye lids. It is a large acrylic cover for the front of his eye. Almost like a giant, solid, hard contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you may be wondering what lead to the initial decision to look into prosthetics. Well, it all started when Mother's day came about and Darrell decided to give his mom some photos of himself. So, we went out to a pretty church and decided to use their huge stone wall as our background. All was going well until I told Darrell that his pictures would be much better if he wasn't wearing his sunglasses. I wanted them to be more personal and sunglasses just don't give you that. Well, he resisted at first because he was embarrassed but I told him they were for his mom and she loves him just like he is so he took them off and we had a great time with Darrell making funny faces and having fun with it. We gave her the pics and she loved them of course! However the fact that he was reluctant to take off his sunglasses really bothered me because if you can't be yourself in front of your family then who can you be yourself in front of? That got us looking into the prosthetics - Darrell was ready to run with the idea from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before: These are pictures from the Mother's Day Photoshoot - you can see how Darrell's eyes aren't rounded anymore and more flat on the front. He also has no irises - his right one was removed when he was 13 and the other was removed in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d546b784e7a6b354d446b3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox collage" height="313" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d546b784e7a6b354d446b3d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click to play the slideshow!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a consultation &amp;nbsp;and demo fitting with Dr. Wenske, and Ocularist that works here Darrell was all set to get them the very next day - however complications ensued like they always do. First he needed the go-ahead from his cornea specialist as well as a way to pay for them because custom made prosthetics that fit into your eyeballs perfectly are not cheap! When insurance turned down the request we turned to D.A.R.S. or the Texas Department of Assistive Rehabilitative Services - they did agree to pay due to the discomfort it was causing Darrell. However they wouldn't be able to do so until September - well its September and we got em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he had his first appointment on Tuesday where the doctor took a mold of his eyes by using the same process that dentists use to take molds of your teeth. So yes, he pretty much squirted this goopey stuff into Darrell's eyes and let it set there for a minute or two until it was hard, took it out and had an impression of Darrell's eye. After that he was able to make the body of the prosthetic and he spent the next 2 hours running back and forth adjusting them and making sure the pupils would line up correctly when Darrell looked straight forward. There is a bit of more coolness in this part because Darrell's right eye looks off to the far right when he's looking straight forward so instead of lining the artificial pupil and iris up with Darrell's natural one he made him one that lined up with the other one when he looked forward. So after those few hours he had another patient to attend to so told us to come back later and we could watch him paint the irises. So we did. We went back and watched how he used powdered acrylic paints (the same that nail salons use to give you acrylic nails) and map pencils. Then we were told to come back on Thursday and he would have them ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Process: These are pictures of the procedure. There are pictures of the doctor injecting the goop in his eyes, the doctors paint/coloring work station and Darrell with the blank prosthetics in, those are just white and made him look kind of crazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d546b784e7a6b344e44493d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox collage" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d546b784e7a6b344e44493d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, its thursday so we went back and got them - when Darrell first put them in the right one was very off. Darrell looked like he was looking up and a bit to the center while his left eye looked straight ahead. So the doctor had to take it out and go and adjust it. He did this a few times &amp;nbsp;until it was good so that left Darrell's left eye lids a bit swollen when we left. I still think that iris looks a bit off but it has gotten better since the swelling has gone down. The doctor said he wasn't going to worry too much yet about the aesthetics of it. He's focusing more on comfort at the moment. Once Darrell gets comfortable with them and his eye sockets adjust we'll go back and he'll make more adjustments to get them looking perfect. The whole process will take up to about 6 months because every time they get adjusted Darrell will have to get used to it and perhaps get adjusted again. But he should be done by 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prosthetics! Various pictures of Darrell with his brand new bright blue eyes! Theres one from the car, a few from home and a few from the sushi place we ate at for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d546b784f4441794d44553d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox collage" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d546b784f4441794d44553d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the prosthetics in Darrell's hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5018751253/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img a="" alt="" comparison""="" hands="" height="425" his="" in="" next="" quarter="" shells="" show="" size="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4147/5018751253_e38faaeca3_z.jpg" still="" the="" to="" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;His left one is much bigger than the right, you can't really tell but its much thicker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would like to see more pictures and captions of the whole process feel free to visit my facebook album by following the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2304620&amp;amp;id=25418284&amp;amp;l=bef8818652"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2304620&amp;amp;id=25418284&amp;amp;l=bef8818652&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-6997572750227810419?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/6997572750227810419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=6997572750227810419' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6997572750227810419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6997572750227810419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-look.html' title='A new look'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4147/5018751253_e38faaeca3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4499595916512363694</id><published>2010-09-22T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:17:01.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Bye Bob!!!</title><content type='html'>Bob was dropped off this morning at GDTx - he'll be gone on his swap for about a month - meaning he'll come back at 11 months old. Wonder what changes will come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5015348794/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Untitled by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying on a dog bed with his big knuckle bone in his mouth" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5015348794_822b0b06e8.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I pack this?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4499595916512363694?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4499595916512363694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4499595916512363694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4499595916512363694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4499595916512363694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/bye-bob.html' title='Bye Bob!!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5015348794_822b0b06e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-7420215148446660642</id><published>2010-09-21T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:09:08.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Applying his knowledge?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm just sitting here, uploading pictures onto facebook and Bob comes over and decides to park himself under my chair - think he's trying to apply his knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5013783356/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0256 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob with his head and feet under my dinner chair, he's just chillin" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5013783356_faf8bb7784.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So comfy under the chair!! lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5013174323/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_0258 by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying on his side with his upper body squeezed in the tiny space between the table leg and my chair leg" height="425" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5013174323_62273fdee3_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he shifted... I guess he liked this position too..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - Bob will be leaving me for about a month to do his swap (I'm currently not getting a replacement though) I have saved some stories and will hopefully be able to give plenty of updates while he's gone - wish him luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1840247055"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1840247056"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-7420215148446660642?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/7420215148446660642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=7420215148446660642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7420215148446660642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7420215148446660642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/applying-his-knowledge.html' title='Applying his knowledge?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5013783356_faf8bb7784_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-2763099893411879648</id><published>2010-09-20T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:07:30.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down stay'/><title type='text'>Down Stay</title><content type='html'>Bob at my favorite pizza place. He was put on a down stay while I went to refill my drink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5010679702/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Untitled by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob under a table that Darrell and a friend are sitting at" height="480" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5010679702_f60069d768.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob not even worried about me leaving him under the table.. he was more interested in Darrell's jiggling foot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Bob at academy while Erin and I looked at shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15324105@N02/5010663060/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Untitled by natalie_danielle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob in the middle of an isle with an open shoe box and erin's purse next to him" height="480" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5010663060_c36a0afb7a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was more interested here but did very well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-2763099893411879648?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/2763099893411879648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=2763099893411879648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2763099893411879648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2763099893411879648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/down-stay.html' title='Down Stay'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5010679702_f60069d768_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4427727974342157562</id><published>2010-09-20T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:41:20.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDTx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Do you live in San Antonio or Austin? do you like music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you answered "yes" or "kind of" to either of these questions then check this out! Haha sorry for the cheesy line. Anyways, in about a month there will be a concert in Austin and proceeds will go to benefit the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guidedogsoftexas.com/pawsitive-approach.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pawsitive Approach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; program at Guide Dogs of Texas!!! Yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whats better than that? Dogs and music - hello thats all you need! Oh, the best thing about it - while they last there are "Pay what you want" tickets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here's a bit of information about it - more can be found at the website if it looks interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planetrth.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;http://www.planetrth.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #100633; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Join legendary producer and DJ PRINCE PAUL,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Freestyle Fellowship member and lyricist extraordinaire ACEYALONE,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;king of the Yonkers underground OMEGA JACKSON,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;and Seattle's regressive hip hop genius V1RUS&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;for some of the slickest intelligence you'll ever hear on any stage.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;But wait, there's more! Austin's own SYLLABLE is hosting a midnight freestyle cypher on the inside stage with the crew from Sound of Syllables Hip Hop Open Mic Night! Enjoy the sights as well as the sounds - lovely ladies from The JIGGLEWATTS and BLACK WIDOW BURLESQUE add special sparkle to the celebration all night long.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Music starts early, doors at 8:30p.m.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;General Admission tickets only $20 / $25 day of show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #100633; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #100633; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #100633; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #100633; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #100633; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh and I was going to post some pictures of Bob practicing his down stays in random places but blogger won't let me load anything.... is anyone else having this problem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #100633; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #100633; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4427727974342157562?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4427727974342157562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4427727974342157562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4427727974342157562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4427727974342157562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-live-in-san-antonio-or-austin-do.html' title='Do you live in San Antonio or Austin? do you like music?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-1552612056267004665</id><published>2010-09-15T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:09:35.525-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Litter'/><title type='text'>What the heck is in there!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TJGRCP4ejGI/AAAAAAAABJw/3DgaTovdAOk/s1600/61631_1415347588449_1375359256_31042531_2665056_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poppy the yellow lab laying on her side on some tile floor. She has no definition in her stomach area, basically she is starting to look like a barrel. But a very cute barrel" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TJGRCP4ejGI/AAAAAAAABJw/3DgaTovdAOk/s320/61631_1415347588449_1375359256_31042531_2665056_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I want to start a little competition... With Poppy's puppies lol. I think I am going to open the blogger floor to guesses about how many puppies Poppy is going to have. However since simply guessing a number will be waayyy to easy I think I will do the first person to guess the correct amount of each boy and girl puppies. Sound good? FLoor isn't open yet - I'll get back to you at a later date - along with the prize - whatever that will be. For now we'll all just sit back and watch the belly grow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of Tracy from Facebook who is also Poppy's 'raiser' type person (what do you call the breeder peeps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-1552612056267004665?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/1552612056267004665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=1552612056267004665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1552612056267004665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1552612056267004665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-heck-is-in-there.html' title='What the heck is in there!?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TJGRCP4ejGI/AAAAAAAABJw/3DgaTovdAOk/s72-c/61631_1415347588449_1375359256_31042531_2665056_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-2208056426775587580</id><published>2010-09-15T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:32:47.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Hermine...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have been trying to post this since last weekend but none of the pictures would load. So sorry &amp;nbsp;- here you go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo... us here Texans have been experiencing a lot of tropical storm Hermine the past few days. Do you know what that means? That means Bob has discovered how much fun rain is... Well, not all rain really... just the big drops that come rolling off of the rooftop. Regular rain doesn't bother him - just those big big drops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="goog_685459534"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_685459535"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TJDiNlZtf0I/AAAAAAAABJo/5FBD0qYYvlQ/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob standing in the rain shaking his head off. His ears are blurred out as his head goes back and fourth" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TJDiNlZtf0I/AAAAAAAABJo/5FBD0qYYvlQ/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the only one that would load - so sorry..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when they hit him in the head he looks up in order to retaliate. He retaliates by opening his mouth and trying to destroy the very next water drop that dares to hit him on the head... when his teeth are tired of biting nothing he gives up and tries to catch them on his tongue. Its funny because when he is working in the rain he looks really depressed and just kind of goes with it.. but when he's supposed to be potting he's not having it haha. Maybe he remembers the snow flakes from when he was a tiny puppy, before he even came to Texas. He doesn't think its as much fun here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-2208056426775587580?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/2208056426775587580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=2208056426775587580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2208056426775587580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2208056426775587580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/hermine.html' title='Hermine...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TJDiNlZtf0I/AAAAAAAABJo/5FBD0qYYvlQ/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-6780011712112167755</id><published>2010-09-07T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:18:39.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDTx'/><title type='text'>Blindfolds and Burritos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it has taken soooo long to post this up but last Monday (the 30th) Guide Dogs of Texas hosted an event. They invited us all to a dinner where we can go and spend an hour behind a blindfold and try to eat like a visually impaired person would. This is a very typical situation for a client going to Guide Dogs of Texas. Its a very homey environment and volunteers come and cook lunch and dinner for the client everyday while they are in training. It was a very interesting experience with mixed reviews but we all got through it without too much damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcEQOG2EbI/AAAAAAAABJE/zNpYwAR7x4c/s1600/DSC_0277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="One of the guide dog instructors guiding a blindfolded woman down a hallway." border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcEQOG2EbI/AAAAAAAABJE/zNpYwAR7x4c/s320/DSC_0277.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One guest receiving sighted guide on her&lt;br /&gt;way into the dining room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So, we were pretty much blindfolded right when we got to the door, they didn't want to give anyone a hint at the setup of the dining area because a client wouldn't know when they first got there so why should we lol? My group sat at the normal dining table at the facilities. They had set up another table for the other guests where the sitting area is. There were 4 staff members there; Sandy, Sarah, Kim and Lawrence, they walked us in while at the same time giving us a little demonstration and instruction of sighted guide. We learned some tips on how to properly perform sighted guide and I actually learned a lot. I mean, I did it with Darrell for the first year and a half of us dating but it was different being on the other end of it, some of the techniques I just naturally did with him they told us about and we also learned a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyways, while we waited for the rest of the guests to arrive the staff got us our drinks and explained how the dinner would work out a bit more. It was odd to sit there and not really have anything to do - I kept checking my drink and making sure where it was. The conversations was a bit strained at times as well. It was very quiet there for a while. Some people wanted to talk but the conversations just never really took off. Some people wanted to be left alone completely. My friend Chris for example later told us that he started to feel very claustrophobic and didn't like the experience much at all. He was also in the chair that everyone walked behind so I'm sure that didn't help with his trapped feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcECedseoI/AAAAAAAABJA/gmC7j_LfGoc/s1600/DSC_0275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="two guide dog instructors stand by our table where there is 5 of us blindfolded, well darrell isn't but the rest of us are" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcECedseoI/AAAAAAAABJA/gmC7j_LfGoc/s320/DSC_0275.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandy giving us tips on how to best handle the meal.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcEsHQioQI/AAAAAAAABJM/OToLLi-EnVw/s1600/DSC_0281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Our friend chris sitting there with his forehead semi resting in his hand, he is somewhat bent over the table and looks stressed" border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcEsHQioQI/AAAAAAAABJM/OToLLi-EnVw/s320/DSC_0281.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris already feeling awkward while people walk behind him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcEmtCphVI/AAAAAAAABJI/Hjl5lGeNl9U/s1600/DSC_0280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Erin sitting next to Darrell at the table, they both have drinks in front of them and Erin is laughing" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcEmtCphVI/AAAAAAAABJI/Hjl5lGeNl9U/s320/DSC_0280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erin and Darrell waiting for their chips.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;After more guests started to arrive we were able to get on with our meal. Chipotle donated chips, salsa and burritos so that was our meal - I was really happy when I found that out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcFPF4y5xI/AAAAAAAABJQ/BKplN-ROXRE/s1600/DSC_0282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="View of our table as a guide dog instructor spoons some salsa onto my plate, in the corner you can see Erin serving herself chips from a big bowl that was passed around" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcFPF4y5xI/AAAAAAAABJQ/BKplN-ROXRE/s320/DSC_0282.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah serving me some salsa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salsa was honestly the hardest thing for me to eat. It was more like pico de gallo so it was very scoopable. I wound up using my plate as a barrier to stop the stuff from falling off. I would lift up the edge of it and fold it a bit (it was a paper plate) that way I could feel just how much pressure I was putting against the salsa with my chip. It worked out ok - others had more luck by using their fingers but I don't like using my fingers and wanted to try and not use them as much as possible. Obviously with a burrito it wasn't practical so hands were used there but everything else I tried to keep my fingers clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcFdwp10BI/AAAAAAAABJU/7BO5tttq51g/s1600/DSC_0284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="me using my plate as a border so my salsa doesn't fall off while I try to scoop it" border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcFdwp10BI/AAAAAAAABJU/7BO5tttq51g/s320/DSC_0284.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See me using my plate?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcFhe3bO5I/AAAAAAAABJY/TyLD2djqyXc/s1600/DSC_0296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="close up of a woman's hands, she is using two chips to get her salsa onto one of them" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcFhe3bO5I/AAAAAAAABJY/TyLD2djqyXc/s320/DSC_0296.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here was another technique. One lady used one chip as a sort of utensil to help her scoop her salsa onto another one. We hadn't gotten utensils yet at this point so it was a very involving task lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcFtDKifDI/AAAAAAAABJc/2g8Cl85G3jY/s1600/DSC_0306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="me sitting with my dessert plate in front of me trying to eat my jello" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcFtDKifDI/AAAAAAAABJc/2g8Cl85G3jY/s320/DSC_0306.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After all the chips and burritos were eaten we were given dessert. I had brought mini cheesecakes in foil cupcake sleeves, Sarah had made these amazing orange chocolate cookies - which afterward I saw were white and dipped in chocolate and drizzled with the orange stuff... when I was eating them my mind told me the entire thing was chocolate and had chips in them - not the case haha. They also had a challenge dessert for us. Jello with bananas in it - this one was hard and I did unfortunately get my fingers messy haha. I was trying to not let it flop off my spoon - ah well... thats what napkins are for I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcGBOasZtI/AAAAAAAABJg/goXLvFqcyl0/s1600/DSC_0307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Erin eating her jello, she is placing a big chunk of some on her spoon" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcGBOasZtI/AAAAAAAABJg/goXLvFqcyl0/s320/DSC_0307.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erin obviously has no problem using her fingers haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcGn6YVY9I/AAAAAAAABJk/s-3kXfcVMNs/s1600/DSC_0318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob under my legs looking back at the camera with a depressed look on his face"  border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcGn6YVY9I/AAAAAAAABJk/s-3kXfcVMNs/s320/DSC_0318.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get a burrito :(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Oh, did you know Bob was there the whole time - I was actually really worried about bringing him.. I didn't know if I would get stressed and freak out but he did really well. He pretty much acted like he normally does when we go out to eat. He was really excited when we got there because there was a GDTx client there with her dog but he soon figured out he couldn't say hi and calmed down. Not until we were leaving did he go sniff crazy on the carpet - I was just waiting for it.. puppies can't resist the GDTx carpet haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-6780011712112167755?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/6780011712112167755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=6780011712112167755' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6780011712112167755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6780011712112167755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/blindfolds-and-burritos.html' title='Blindfolds and Burritos'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIcEQOG2EbI/AAAAAAAABJE/zNpYwAR7x4c/s72-c/DSC_0277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-2446606117315831773</id><published>2010-09-06T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:51:58.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Told you</title><content type='html'>BFFs - seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIWaPy-JwhI/AAAAAAAABIY/RIwgoByDbxk/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and Egypt laying on the dog bed together, Bob is chewing a nylabone and Egypt is looking at the camera." border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIWaPy-JwhI/AAAAAAAABIY/RIwgoByDbxk/s400/DSC_0328.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-2446606117315831773?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/2446606117315831773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=2446606117315831773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2446606117315831773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2446606117315831773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/told-you.html' title='Told you'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TIWaPy-JwhI/AAAAAAAABIY/RIwgoByDbxk/s72-c/DSC_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4155960221293911890</id><published>2010-09-01T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:09:35.528-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDTx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Litter'/><title type='text'>Euphoria</title><content type='html'>There are a few different ways to induce Euphoria... Some people exercise, some people do yoga and meditate - some people use opium.. Yeah, I said it - opium - the drug. Do you know where opium comes from? Poppy seeds. That is why they tell you not to go and eat a poppy seed bagel right before a drug test because you're likely to test positive. Opium induces feelings of euphoria when used but I know of a much better (legal) way to induce euphoria. All you need to do is get yourself a puppy - specifically &amp;nbsp;a puppy from Poppy's litter (one of Poppy's seeds *wink*wink* haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TH8H7rZe-sI/AAAAAAAABIM/Cf0XihxoIHw/s1600/DSC_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poppy, a yellow lab, running in a field of grass with her ears out to the side and her long tongue flopping out of the right side of her mouth." border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TH8H7rZe-sI/AAAAAAAABIM/Cf0XihxoIHw/s320/DSC_0359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poppy running in the GDTx grass -&lt;br /&gt;I heart her face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So you may be wondering who this Poppy is that I speak of huh? Poppy is Guide Dogs of Texas' very first and at the moment only brood bitch (excuse the technical term/bad word...) and she's pregnant! They just found out yesterday!!! She had an ultrasound yesterday and no one has told us how many she has yet (they might not be able to tell at the moment) but apparently they are the size of a pencil eraser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TH8IW7VscsI/AAAAAAAABIQ/UdWLKn2tH_Y/s1600/DSC_0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poppy still running in the field, her cheeks are all the way back and her face looks very wind blown" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TH8IW7VscsI/AAAAAAAABIQ/UdWLKn2tH_Y/s320/DSC_0358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heart this face too :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, GDTx is gearing up and ready for its very first litter. For all my out of town/state readers I hope you'll wish them luck and for all my in town readers or people who wish to help out - this is a big leap for GDTx and they're needing help more than ever now. As always, volunteers are always needed and now they are in need of puppy items if anyone wants to donate stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a (long) list of all the things GDTx is always looking for and would really appreciate - think of the puppies!!!! Grab a puppy and get those euphoric feelings revved up and help us out! I'll keep you updated on all of Poppy's news as it comes to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I just searched for a good 20 minutes and I can't find my list... I'll get it up for you as soon as I get it emailed to me again haha. While you wait you can try to make out the inner workings of Poppy's uterus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TH8IY2TDL_I/AAAAAAAABIU/jPUj4NGBHQ8/s1600/45901_1375487272782_1399838683_30848336_3873974_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="An ultrasound of Poppy's uterus, there is a bunch of grey fuz and a dark round oval up in the top left center of the picture." border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TH8IY2TDL_I/AAAAAAAABIU/jPUj4NGBHQ8/s400/45901_1375487272782_1399838683_30848336_3873974_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone really ever understand these things?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Poppy's uterus picture was stolen from Michelle's facebook page - just so she doesn't sue me for copyright or something ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4155960221293911890?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4155960221293911890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4155960221293911890' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4155960221293911890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4155960221293911890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/09/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TH8H7rZe-sI/AAAAAAAABIM/Cf0XihxoIHw/s72-c/DSC_0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-9050205385956066796</id><published>2010-08-30T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:30:23.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 Months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>Bob back at school and his 9 months.</title><content type='html'>Ok so I had a nice little week and a half long break from school now that we're back its pretty obvious that Bob is just as not used to early morning class as I am. I took him last Friday to my 8:00 class, however I didn't really give him a chance to release any energy before hand so he was a bit energetic during my 50 minute class. Haha, he kept rolling over and getting tangled in his leash and making noises - which is normal for him but only if he's been laying there for quite a while - like longer than an hour.. his restlessness started after only 5 minutes. So, today before class I got up and fed Bob 30 minutes earlier than usual that way he would have a bit of time to just run around and get those wiggles out haha. Well anyways, needless to say that on Friday his pulling issue was a bit more than normal, however today he did great! He pulled a bit on the way to class but on the way back he was really good. Well - point of all that is that hopefully now with a routine back in place Bob's walks will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I missed his 8 month mark - so sorry there is no 8 things but he's 9 months now so I'll give this one a try - hopefully I can think of enough stuff lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THyDAxLjUEI/AAAAAAAABH8/cqLsU36UCEE/s1600/DSC_0215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and Egypt's faces, they are sitting next to each other starting at me, Bob's mouth is open and a big cute smile" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THyDAxLjUEI/AAAAAAAABH8/cqLsU36UCEE/s320/DSC_0215.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just give us the kong lady!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;1. Bob is now taller than Egypt and his head is much bigger lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He has become much more vocal lately - he used to not bark too much, only when he got really into playing with Egypt. Now he barks all the time - not so much when we're out working (the exception would be Macy's) now if he wants something he's gonna come up and bark in your face... He's good with his 'quiet' command though so just gotta work on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We moved his crate back into the room and he's getting lost again haha. Last time we moved his crate (out to the living room) he would automatically run to the &amp;nbsp;bedroom - now he automatically runs to the old spot which is a bed so technically he's doing what he's told (going to his bed) however I do make sure he gets into that crate... Good thing is though he now knows all the dog beds in the place as beds so no problems there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THyDXKFnJHI/AAAAAAAABIA/HLFtHyNNddI/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying in his crate licking the corner of it. The mattress in the background is naked by the way" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THyDXKFnJHI/AAAAAAAABIA/HLFtHyNNddI/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore the mattress, I was washing sheets :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;4. Did you know crates taste good? Bob knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bob's heel command is awesome!!! He's pretty much flawless with it - Pretty much because the only problem is I can't wear flip flops because when he gets too excited he steps on my feet and tries to scratch my toes off lol. He doesn't do it all the time - mainly during dinner and when he's sliding all over the tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bob went to GDTx today and didn't freak out! You don't know how crazy he gets when we got there - seriously - all the smells and familiar people whom he knows all have treats in their pockets... Anyways, he didn't go crazy today which was awesome because I was uhh.. "compromised?" at the time - I'll have more on that story tomorrow (or Thursday) on that though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THyEHXaHIYI/AAAAAAAABII/3nY_PyUPbeE/s1600/DSC_0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying in his crate with his head resting sideways on the door of it. His skin is coming through the little grates and his lip is being pulled up so his teeth are showing a bit." border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THyEHXaHIYI/AAAAAAAABII/3nY_PyUPbeE/s320/DSC_0204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, so comfy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;7. Do you remember when Bob was making &lt;a href="http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/quiet-week.html"&gt;funny faces&lt;/a&gt; at me - well I don't remember if I wrote it or not but it was because he was sleeping against the door of his crate - I thought he did this because the crate was small. Well turns out he just likes to do that... He's a weird kid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bob slobbers a lot.. have I ever mentioned that? I'll have him do puppy push ups and stuff before meals and even though they don't last that long, he's got all these little drool puddles underneath him by the time he's done with it.. not to mention the strings of goo coming down from his ever growing jowls lol. Yes they have gotten bigger... probably because Egypt tries to stretch them out on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THyDuQeY3NI/AAAAAAAABIE/Jg-gPg1_oAY/s1600/DSC_0251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and Egypt wrestling, Bob has Egypt pinned to the floor and her mouth is open in an attempt to grab at him." border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THyDuQeY3NI/AAAAAAAABIE/Jg-gPg1_oAY/s320/DSC_0251.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You taste good BFF!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;9. Bob and Egypt are pretty much BFFs now... really - she actually goes out of her way to play with him now. It's weird and kind of heart breaking... What is she going to do when he has to leave? What do your dogs do when they get attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to end on a semi-depressing note but I like ending with a good question! Answer away people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-9050205385956066796?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/9050205385956066796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=9050205385956066796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/9050205385956066796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/9050205385956066796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/08/bob-back-at-school-and-his-9-months.html' title='Bob back at school and his 9 months.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THyDAxLjUEI/AAAAAAAABH8/cqLsU36UCEE/s72-c/DSC_0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-3995920866982676689</id><published>2010-08-30T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:33:25.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black out</title><content type='html'>Well not really - it was just a short 3 minute power outage in one of my classes. Regardless Bob was unaffected by it :) He didn't even move - this really surprised me because he'll look up if he hears the tiniest sound but didn't flinch at all when all the lights went out. No picture right now but there should be a good new blog post up tonight or maybe tomorrow morning - we'll see how tired I am after my run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Darrell and I are still running in the half marathon (13.1 miles) in November. We still need lots of help raising support for Guide Dogs of Texas - who we are running with/for. Neither of us have reached our fundraising goal yet so tell your friends! &lt;a href="https://maxvps030.maximumasp.com/v030u30hpd/guidedogsoftexas/sponsor-runner.htm"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to donate and sponsor one of us if you would like to help us raise funds for GDTX! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to my first blog post if you would like to read more information about it. &lt;a href="http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/03/131-miles-to-november.html"&gt;13.1 Miles to November.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-3995920866982676689?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/3995920866982676689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=3995920866982676689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/3995920866982676689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/3995920866982676689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/08/black-out.html' title='Black out'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-6843673594661749469</id><published>2010-08-25T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:41:54.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick funny story</title><content type='html'>So, I don't really have time to write a whole blog post - even though I do have a lot to say. But here is a pretty funny / slightly terrible story about Bob. Today was the first day of school so I didn't bring Bob to school because like I learned last semester - its simply just better to give a heads up. Plus its insanely crowded on the first day! Regardless - when I let Bob out of his crate at 9:00 this morning after I got home from class #1 he was a little more hyper than usual but that isn't the funny part of the story. So, he grabbed the first toy he saw and started running around like a crazy kid with it. Well apparently he didn't want to play with me because he ran into Erin's room, who by the way was still sleeping, and stuck the toy on her bed and asked her to play. Well, she was still sleeping and didn't want to play at that particular hour of the morning so she just rolled over and ignored him. Evidently Bob had a problem with this because he started barking at her lol. So, I had to run in there and get him out before he disturbed the sleeping beast too much. Not saying Erin is a beast - I just wouldn't want to be the reason for her waking up if you know what I mean. Poor Bob - he didn't get to play with Erin. But after a while I started recording him running around and going crazy - well guess what he decides to do once the camera turns on - he did nothing but stare at me. Good thing was I finally got his funny yawn on camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ttv8u2CftTY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ttv8u2CftTY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link if you're unable to view it. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ttv8u2CftTY"&gt;Click Me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob doesn't always yawn like this. He only yawns big in the morning but most of the time his noise is more high pitched and much shorter lol. Hope you enjoyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-6843673594661749469?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/6843673594661749469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=6843673594661749469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6843673594661749469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6843673594661749469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/08/quick-funny-story.html' title='Quick funny story'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-8375864002493784387</id><published>2010-08-22T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T00:47:46.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Bob at the mall equals tiny people overload.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THC0Hc_eTuI/AAAAAAAABHg/LKnMfI5cZhg/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image of Bob laying in front of a table with a macy's table cloth on it, he is laying next to a big plastic bank shaped like a yellow lab guide with a yellow lab puppy in front of it." border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THC0Hc_eTuI/AAAAAAAABHg/LKnMfI5cZhg/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob in front of our little booth at Macy's -&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;he is next to the&amp;nbsp;coin dog piggy bank that we &lt;br /&gt;put out in order to help raise&amp;nbsp;funds. &lt;br /&gt;That one is the large one - &lt;br /&gt;there is a small on table to&amp;nbsp;the left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Well Bob has been to the mall before but today was a special day. First Bob and I weren't there to shop - which is not normal. Second there were tons of people at the mall - which is only semi normal but there were more people than normal this time. Want to know why? Because Bob and I volunteered to be at a booth set up by GDTX at Macy's to spread the word about our organization - oh did you now its tax free weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a pretty normal volunteer gig - you know stand there give out information on the program, tell people how they can volunteer.. and stop Bob from licking the faces off tiny child like people things... typical volunteer day haha. &amp;nbsp;It was actually a really experience for Bob with him getting to meet so many children and babies and different people. He has met people before but never to that capacity. He did bark a few times - once was a mom was kind of dancing around Bob with her baby trying to get him to pet him or something... she wasn't really dancing but from Bob's perspective she was practically teasing him with that baby lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THC0UcQfW7I/AAAAAAAABHk/jfGcx6kOnAo/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A board member and I in front of our booth, bob is sitting in between us looking off to the side with his head cocked to one side" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THC0UcQfW7I/AAAAAAAABHk/jfGcx6kOnAo/s320/DSC_0192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the board members and I&amp;nbsp;pose for a &lt;br /&gt;picture - isn't&amp;nbsp;Bob's face priceless!? &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what he was looking at..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The other times that he barked (ehem.. 3 barks actually lol) was when one of the employees from GDTx brought his dog to the store - Autumn, who is actually a retired guide dog who became a guide dog ambassador with Larry, the puppy raising supervisor. So, Autumn is technically a pet but since she is a GD ambassador she gets to go out and represent for GDTx since she is still able to go out and do stuff like that. Anyways it was a really good day and Bob was good and worn out on the way home from saying hi to so many people.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THC0i_68PYI/AAAAAAAABHo/KTr0-KUT-sc/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying on the floor looking up at the camera, he has drool streaks across the top of his muzzle from shaking and drooling at the same time" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THC0i_68PYI/AAAAAAAABHo/KTr0-KUT-sc/s320/DSC_0194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you blow this picture up you can see &lt;br /&gt;the drool on his nose,licking all those &lt;br /&gt;little hands is hard work!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;However as soon as we got home he must have gotten his second wind or something because that boy went a little crazy.. you know how puppies do those labby loops around everywhere sometimes.. they do 3 to 4 laps and they're good.. Well Bob did his 3 to 4 laps, and then did it again, and then did it again, and then did it again.. he had his little case of labby loops every 5 minutes for about 2 hours... he pretty much went crazy and I'm pretty sure we have to get the carpet stretched now that his running has pulled it all up haha. Well, after a while it became time for Bob to be put up before his dinner so he wouldn't continue to go crazy and try to tackle Egypt in between all of his craziness... anyways point of that is he wasn't in his crate for more than 30 seconds and he was dead to the world.. I like him like that haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THC0vKO6HpI/AAAAAAAABHs/kvV5Y1mboKA/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of me kneeling down and posing with bob in front of our booth" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THC0vKO6HpI/AAAAAAAABHs/kvV5Y1mboKA/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob and I pose - please ignore the ridiculous hair - it was hot.. don't judge me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-8375864002493784387?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/8375864002493784387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=8375864002493784387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/8375864002493784387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/8375864002493784387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/08/bob-at-mall-equals-tiny-people-overload.html' title='Bob at the mall equals tiny people overload.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/THC0Hc_eTuI/AAAAAAAABHg/LKnMfI5cZhg/s72-c/DSC_0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-2211683692328365870</id><published>2010-08-17T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:12:50.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the temptation!!!</title><content type='html'>So today I was sitting on the couch not really doing much of anything and I witnessed something so astonishing, so eye-popping, so sad yet glorious at the same time I had to share haha. So, today Erin was eating some Campbell's Chunky potato and beef soup - well it had some mushrooms in it. Erin doesn't eat mushrooms - she hates them. So, she used my plate which previously had a hot dog on it to put her mushrooms when they came up. Well - these gravy covered mushrooms were just a bit too much for Bob - he kept coming over and air sniffing and running away when told to leave it. Well after a while when we thought he was over it he came and rested his head on the couch - his knose about half a foot away from the mushroom plate, and just sat there and sat there and sat there..... maybe he thought if he stared at it long enough he could have it... It was pretty pathetic needless to say. Well after some time of sitting and staring I guess he lost interest and just gave up. Just walked away and never came back... I have to admit it made me happy - he could have easily gotten those mushrooms with the gravy that smelled so good but never did - just sat and watched. Safe to say someone is growing up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TGsXEAkD7pI/AAAAAAAABHY/xUTwMnEWf8Y/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying on the floor with his head in between his paws. He is looking up slightly and to his right so you can see the lower border of white around his eyes. He looks like he is thinking about something" border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TGsXEAkD7pI/AAAAAAAABHY/xUTwMnEWf8Y/s400/DSC_0033.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Man I really wish I could have tasted those mushrooms!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-2211683692328365870?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/2211683692328365870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=2211683692328365870' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2211683692328365870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2211683692328365870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-temptation_17.html' title='Oh the temptation!!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TGsXEAkD7pI/AAAAAAAABHY/xUTwMnEWf8Y/s72-c/DSC_0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-2762413482686118854</id><published>2010-08-16T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T02:48:11.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Too much of a good thing maybe?</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post but ever since my final (on Thursday) I seem to be doing so much stuff and when I get home I'm just not into posting up a blog lol. I mean right now it is 2:40 in the morning.... I wasn't going to do this but felt like I at least needed to give you one picture haha... Just so you know - things to come - Poppy: a very special dog at GDTx, Bob of course, I might show you my table if I ever finish.... For right now though - you'll just have to settle with the cutest face you have ever seen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TGjsghs08nI/AAAAAAAABGw/OuHz6bTpuEk/s1600/DSC_0113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Close up of Bob from an angle somewhat below his own face, his mouth is slightly open and his tongue is out a bit. He is staring at a red kong that is in the top left hand corner of the screen, Egypt is holding it but you can't see her, you can see her tail swinging in the background though." border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TGjsghs08nI/AAAAAAAABGw/OuHz6bTpuEk/s320/DSC_0113.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egypt actually had that kong - that is her tail in the background lol. &amp;nbsp;P.S. - isn't that face cutest face ever!!??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-2762413482686118854?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/2762413482686118854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=2762413482686118854' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2762413482686118854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2762413482686118854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-much-of-good-thing-maybe.html' title='Too much of a good thing maybe?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TGjsghs08nI/AAAAAAAABGw/OuHz6bTpuEk/s72-c/DSC_0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-5187096013799897794</id><published>2010-08-08T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:32:29.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crate'/><title type='text'>Bigger home ;)</title><content type='html'>So remember how I was telling Bob didn't like his tiny crate and needed a bigger home? Remember the &lt;a href="http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/quiet-week.html"&gt;funny faces&lt;/a&gt;? Well, a few days ago we swapped Bob's old crate at GDTX and&amp;nbsp;got a bigger one. So, guess what Mr. Bob did today - he went into his crate, completely all on his own will to take a nap.... that has never ever happened before. The only time he has ever gone into his crate without me asking him to is sometimes after dinner - and it's only because he knows I'm going to tell him anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - here are a few pictures if you don't believe me - I know - it's that crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TF9VtDnMBII/AAAAAAAABGg/ACOd3l1ZqYA/s1600/DSC_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob in his old cramped crate, he just barely fits in it and his legs are all folded up, he can't stretch out" border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TF9VtDnMBII/AAAAAAAABGg/ACOd3l1ZqYA/s400/DSC_0353.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is his old crate just incase you can't remember how tiny and cramped it became.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TF9WbijDHSI/AAAAAAAABGo/AuptUvLln4M/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying all the way stretched out in his new big wire crate" border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TF9WbijDHSI/AAAAAAAABGo/AuptUvLln4M/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Bob in his new crate ready to nap away...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TF9WDfO1U6I/AAAAAAAABGk/Nws7Ag3U_G0/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sleeping in his crate, the door open right next to him." border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TF9WDfO1U6I/AAAAAAAABGk/Nws7Ag3U_G0/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The proof!!! He fell asleep in his crate all on his own accord!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TF9WmNzaf0I/AAAAAAAABGs/LlWRq-EQ2Mk/s1600/DSC_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob with his head up in new crate, one ear is flopped over his head and he has that obvious i just woke up face" border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TF9WmNzaf0I/AAAAAAAABGs/LlWRq-EQ2Mk/s400/DSC_0014.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is after sleeping for about 1.5 hours - he's asking if it is dinner time yet...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Just thought I would share that little happy story with you... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I had a "fun" experience at Wal-Mart today... First off, he did great in there, we have been working on his pulling lately and he didn't pull that much - well the only time he pulled was when he found a jalapeno popper underneath a shelf... but other than that he was pretty perfect. However - once we got outside he refused to step foot in the sunlight... I know it was because the pavement was hot and he didn't want to walk on it but he just down right would not move... I tried everything from treats to stupid noises and he just didn't want to walk in the sunlight... I finally had to leave him with my friend on one of the benches while I went and got my car.. they just sat there and he behaved very nicely for her :) and then hopped right into the car like nothing had even happened... Guess I have to find some good persuasion methods for next time.. Has this ever happened with anyone else? I'm going to call GDTX if he does it again to see what else I can do, other than offering him a medium rare sirloin with garlic butter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-5187096013799897794?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/5187096013799897794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=5187096013799897794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5187096013799897794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5187096013799897794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/08/bigger-home.html' title='Bigger home ;)'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TF9VtDnMBII/AAAAAAAABGg/ACOd3l1ZqYA/s72-c/DSC_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4815001027295778783</id><published>2010-08-02T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:55:48.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Long Monday....</title><content type='html'>So today started out like any other day.. wake up at 6:45. Make it to class by 7:30... take an exam.. You know how that goes. lol. Well after I had gotten home and fed Bob, Darrell and I started working on getting some school stuff done. He wasn't able to register for a class that he needed so we had to figure that out. Also, there is a course showing up that I had gotten out of at the beginning of summer.. it just showed up recently and I'm not supposed to have it.. So I don't know if I'm going to be charged for it or not. Well while we were both on hold FOREVER with a few different people we decided to just go up to the school and get it taken care of. The lines aren't long at the moment because everybody just calls - and gets put on hold lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we load up the dogs and take off for what we thought was going to be a short trip to the school. Well, technically the office we went to first was a short trip, however, they couldn't help us and sent us to another office. They semi-helped us and then sent us to another office - its hot by the way... Well we go to this other office and meet Darrell's advisor along the way.. we still need to go to this office but she told us that we never needed to go to any other office at all.. just have to click some buttons and then reregister him for the course. Well ok - that takes care of Darrell's problem. More office going for my problem though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob was doing pretty good throughout our little hike of the school. He needs some more work on his most recently learned finds though. He did pretty well after a little refresher - he is still reluctant to sit at his finds though - he'll go to them stand there and look at me like "where's my treat"? He is supposed to sit at all of his finds and he does most of the time, but his down steps are the hardest... I can just hear him thinking "What's the point? We're just going to go down them anyways...." lol turd. Well, we'll work through them... His pulling is getting a bit better too.. he doesn't so much pull anymore but does put more tension on the leash than I would like.. just gotta keep working lol! Well, here are a few pictures of our day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd5uEJCKPI/AAAAAAAABFg/Xe-T6uV0rAc/s1600/DSCF4087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob with his front two legs up on the stairs, his head is turned around looking at me" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd5uEJCKPI/AAAAAAAABFg/Xe-T6uV0rAc/s320/DSCF4087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob finding a stair case at the school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd73MsL4bI/AAAAAAAABFk/T-YDzDNKPSw/s1600/DSCF4089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sitting at the top of a stair case, looking at me with his mouth open and tongue out a bit." border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd73MsL4bI/AAAAAAAABFk/T-YDzDNKPSw/s320/DSCF4089.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob at a down step - he was getting hot by this time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Bob getting tired on walks has its ups and downs - on one hand he walks slower and pulls less earning him more praise. On the other - his finds start to really go down hill.... After a while I would ask him to find me a seat and he took me to the trash can.... I asked for the trash can and he took me to a water fountain haha... Well, after we stopped by the office I needed to go too (Darrell had already gone to the car - no point in him following me around the school.... ) we stopped and Bob got some water - he was a bit better after this but kept trying to get the collapsible bowl that I had stuck in my purse - I don't think his thirst was completely quenched lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd8MC23CvI/AAAAAAAABFo/VL2rQi-zNKg/s1600/DSCF4090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob standing under a water fountain drinking from a little collapsible bowl" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd8MC23CvI/AAAAAAAABFo/VL2rQi-zNKg/s320/DSCF4090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob's first bowl of water - he drank it all in about 2 seconds lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd8eUxdViI/AAAAAAAABFs/g0XO3RsNxSA/s1600/DSCF4092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sitting while he drinks his water" border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd8eUxdViI/AAAAAAAABFs/g0XO3RsNxSA/s320/DSCF4092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob's second bowl of water he didn't get up to drink - look at that long crazy neck haha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the school and after a short break Erin asked if we wanted to go to Chili's - so we went :) haha. Nothing special on that trip - just normal. But he did get to work on leave-it with a french fry lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd8wAPb75I/AAAAAAAABFw/81wXhDm0bj4/s1600/DSCF4094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob's butt under my chair at Chili's, only his butt and back legs are under there the rest is out of the frame" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd8wAPb75I/AAAAAAAABFw/81wXhDm0bj4/s320/DSCF4094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob doesn't quite fit under the chairs - ever - he's a stretch out kinda dog...&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd9CVZ3gII/AAAAAAAABF0/i0VAByXJntQ/s1600/DSCF4098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Bob from the front, most of his body is under the table with his butt under my chair" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd9CVZ3gII/AAAAAAAABF0/i0VAByXJntQ/s320/DSCF4098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See what I mean? I'm pretty sure he's incapable of curling into a ball..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFeBBJsG6SI/AAAAAAAABF8/9qGmGcy2TyQ/s1600/DSCF4101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying with his face about a foot and a half from a french fry" border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFeBBJsG6SI/AAAAAAAABF8/9qGmGcy2TyQ/s320/DSCF4101.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This french fry threatened trouble.. we handled it though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob got a bath a few hours after we got home - he stank... I think it's his feet.. Darrell says he just stinks lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd9NaHWx5I/AAAAAAAABF4/tA6duLCXIAw/s1600/DSCF4112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Bob in the bathtub. His head is right over the rim of the tub and it looks five times as big as it should because how close his head is to the camera" border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd9NaHWx5I/AAAAAAAABF4/tA6duLCXIAw/s320/DSCF4112.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close the shower curtain!!! Dang!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4815001027295778783?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4815001027295778783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4815001027295778783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4815001027295778783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4815001027295778783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-monday.html' title='Long Monday....'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFd5uEJCKPI/AAAAAAAABFg/Xe-T6uV0rAc/s72-c/DSCF4087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-41008454690813503</id><published>2010-07-28T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:45:41.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freckles</title><content type='html'>Did you know Bob had freckles? Apparently when it rains, Bob's freckles show up.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFDO_W2AtyI/AAAAAAAABFU/bQb9ScKSNuA/s1600/DSC_0328-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob chewing on his knuckle bone, he has a trail of water spots on top of his muzzle slash nose that make it look like he has freckles" border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFDO_W2AtyI/AAAAAAAABFU/bQb9ScKSNuA/s400/DSC_0328-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol I like Bob's rain-drop freckles ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-41008454690813503?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/41008454690813503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=41008454690813503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/41008454690813503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/41008454690813503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/freckles.html' title='Freckles'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TFDO_W2AtyI/AAAAAAAABFU/bQb9ScKSNuA/s72-c/DSC_0328-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-6947032805986658680</id><published>2010-07-25T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:19:03.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDTx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>6 tests in 2 weeks - really?</title><content type='html'>Soooo sorry its been slow lately; obviously from the title I have/had a lot of stuff going on.. basically that means a lot of uninteresting things going on in Bob's working.. We still take him to our normal places and everything so he's still getting work in, I just haven't been able to actually go anywhere special with him lately. The weather doesn't really help this issue but as soon as my last 3 tests (finals actually) are done with this week I plan on going crazy in the Bob-walking department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEz8MoJE0kI/AAAAAAAABEQ/slp9FS000Lg/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob in his crate with his feet sticking out of the front of it" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEz8MoJE0kI/AAAAAAAABEQ/slp9FS000Lg/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need to get Bob a new crate soon - he's just too big and can't stretch out like he likes too...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I want to take Bob to the zoo one day, it's a very distracting place though so he might need some extra work in before he goes there... or maybe we'll go spend a day at the botanical gardens - those places usually have plenty of shade and the temperature isn't really terrible when its shady. I have heard mixed things about service dogs in zoos but its allowed so I'll definitely do it. One day, lol. I also think another mall trip is in order along with a movie - I haven't been to the movies in forever and Bob wants to see "Despicable Me" so gotta take care of that lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I helped out at a tour at GDTX - Bob wasn't able to come because we have to wait for results on his tummy bugs so he doesn't pass something through the kennels but I got some good pictures of speakers and guests. If any of you readers live around the San Antonio area that would like to take a tour of the Guide Dogs of Texas Facility, the host them every 1st and 3rd Thursday of the month. If you would like to attend one just make sure to RSVP with Annie at (210) 366-4081. There will also be one on Saturday Sept. 11th if you can't make a Thursday - Check them out, its pretty neat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0BTl237fI/AAAAAAAABEU/tgWFBCgZt4c/s1600/DSC_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of the guests standing on the sidewalk waiting to proceed with the tour"border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0BTl237fI/AAAAAAAABEU/tgWFBCgZt4c/s320/DSC_0035.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a pretty good turn out - one person was a client of GDTX - goes to show that even if you have been there before you can still take the tour. That was technically my second time participating lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0BrlPdMCI/AAAAAAAABEY/zSUdF9ytT_I/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of a brick path that winds a bit to a tree, the bricks circle the tree." border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0BrlPdMCI/AAAAAAAABEY/zSUdF9ytT_I/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tour members got to take the same "Walk of Independence" that the clients get to take when they train with their guide dog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0B1EeEG0I/AAAAAAAABEc/VggFl5L4DKQ/s1600/DSC_0042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Staff member Kim talking to the guests while holding some papers" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0B1EeEG0I/AAAAAAAABEc/VggFl5L4DKQ/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim tells a client story as we stand along the brick path at the end of the walk of independence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0CKfTEKbI/AAAAAAAABEg/X5DMoupi5eM/s1600/DSC_0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Guests looking at a picture and passing it around" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0CKfTEKbI/AAAAAAAABEg/X5DMoupi5eM/s320/DSC_0049.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A client's picture gets passed around as his amazing story is told.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0CmMgKMzI/AAAAAAAABEk/wSg0rdBgzqE/s1600/DSC_0045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Guests standing around the tree while a few laugh and smile" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0CmMgKMzI/AAAAAAAABEk/wSg0rdBgzqE/s320/DSC_0045.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was enjoyed by all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0C1PtOuVI/AAAAAAAABEo/cKAEJ-oxn70/s1600/DSC_0058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sandy standing with guide in training at her feet, we are now all crowded into the kennel area." border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0C1PtOuVI/AAAAAAAABEo/cKAEJ-oxn70/s320/DSC_0058.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandy tells the guests her own story as well as a clients. She also talks about how there are only 2 GDMIs (Guide dog Mobility Instructors) in the state of Texas - with another hopefully graduating soon to become the 3rd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0DOmo0pRI/AAAAAAAABEs/uLV_CS1yjBU/s1600/DSC_0059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A client with her guide and a board member making their way down a sidewalk into the client living area" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0DOmo0pRI/AAAAAAAABEs/uLV_CS1yjBU/s320/DSC_0059.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We make our way into the client living area to hear one last story before the tour is over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was a fun and inspirational tour and I highly recommend going to anyone who can to try and make it to one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on a non-Bob related note Darrell and I attended a wedding that night I wanted to share a few pictures of him walking in Downtown San Antonio - Egypt did great with all the craziness of down town San Antonio - Hey there's another thing I can do with Bob - trip to the River Walk here we come! Maybe we'll go on a ferry ride too.. hmmm ;) Oh, here are the pics of Darrell and Egypt working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0GukjeTXI/AAAAAAAABEw/KEFyVdWdl7w/s1600/DSC_0104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell and Egypt walking down the sidewalk with a huge red wall behind, a tiled pillar separates the wall from the rest of the wall. Darrell is dressed up in grey slacks, blue button up shirt and black tie" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0GukjeTXI/AAAAAAAABEw/KEFyVdWdl7w/s320/DSC_0104.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture - one Darrell is cleaned up and there is not a baseball cap in sight lol. Two, look at the red wall!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0G06ARMrI/AAAAAAAABE0/FLr7UjORe3k/s1600/DSC_0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell and Egypt walking down the sidewalk, you can see the street and overhead signs behind them." border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0G06ARMrI/AAAAAAAABE0/FLr7UjORe3k/s320/DSC_0106.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egypt was doing so great with the traffic (not much when this was taken but I promise it was there). Anyways, she stopped to get some treats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0HXKDgMYI/AAAAAAAABE4/hP3sBayuIkA/s1600/DSC_0108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell and Egypt on the sidewalk, he's bending down giving her some dog treats" border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0HXKDgMYI/AAAAAAAABE4/hP3sBayuIkA/s320/DSC_0108.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still munchin as they keep going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0Hu6xatuI/AAAAAAAABE8/5eZKdoiqM_8/s1600/DSC_0188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell and Egypt walking out of the hotel, the lights behind him are yellow and gold that fade into green" border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0Hu6xatuI/AAAAAAAABE8/5eZKdoiqM_8/s320/DSC_0188.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we leave the hotel where the reception was - pretty background colors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0IWSyIetI/AAAAAAAABFA/QSvQr__LubQ/s1600/DSC_0190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell standing at the edge of the sidewalk facing the street" border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0IWSyIetI/AAAAAAAABFA/QSvQr__LubQ/s320/DSC_0190.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to cross the street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0IzahmtmI/AAAAAAAABFE/mFyObG3nsF8/s1600/DSC_0206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell and Egypt walking towards me, there is a huge building with lights on in every room in the distance behind the two." border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TE0IzahmtmI/AAAAAAAABFE/mFyObG3nsF8/s320/DSC_0206.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those lights in the background are the place where the reception was. We were all the way up on the 22nd floor - the elevator went super fast and we didn't like it at all lol. Next time I'll take the stairs in hopes of losing 8 pounds on the way up haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-6947032805986658680?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/6947032805986658680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=6947032805986658680' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6947032805986658680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6947032805986658680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-tests-in-2-weeks-really.html' title='6 tests in 2 weeks - really?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEz8MoJE0kI/AAAAAAAABEQ/slp9FS000Lg/s72-c/DSC_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4596484394659026306</id><published>2010-07-18T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:23:27.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Quiet Week</title><content type='html'>Its been a quiet week around here - Bob has a stomach bug we're trying to get rid of so not too much action while he readjusted his schedule (due to the meds and prescription diet). I didn't want to take him to class because thats just a long time to be hanging out and not knowing what his bathroom schedule looks like. However he did take a trip with me to J.C. Penney on Friday. I grabbed one of those funny cart things they have to work him around that, whenever I go grocery shopping I usually don't use one if it is just him and I; when my sister or Darrell are around though they use it so Bob hasn't really had good work behind one before. It was kind of interesting because he didn't want to walk behind it, he wanted to walk in front of it so I had the opportunity to work with him on his pulling and walking in the place where I want him to be. It was also good to work on his down-stays while I moved around all the racks of clothes that were nearby. Here are some pictures of our little shopping trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM7n0nGq5I/AAAAAAAABDs/w53TRnPfmug/s1600/DSCF4048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying in the back of the car - he looks a bit depressed" border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM7n0nGq5I/AAAAAAAABDs/w53TRnPfmug/s320/DSCF4048.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told him where we were going beforehand - that was probably wasn't the smartest idea lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM75SGTGxI/AAAAAAAABDw/7geeCywtYWk/s1600/DSCF4051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying on the floor at j.c. penney's, his leash is tied to the cart and he's looking at me with his mouth open a bit." border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM75SGTGxI/AAAAAAAABDw/7geeCywtYWk/s320/DSCF4051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He didn't care for me walking around and leaving him - this isn't a bark face - promise lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM8KFvEkZI/AAAAAAAABD0/UXNz7OyUFlU/s1600/DSCF4053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying on the floor with his head under a bunch of jeans" border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM8KFvEkZI/AAAAAAAABD0/UXNz7OyUFlU/s320/DSCF4053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He decided to help me look for some clothes - how nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM8deG1jRI/AAAAAAAABD4/_xuqgE05dSc/s1600/DSCF4055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Him still under the jean rack but this time with his head looking back at me with his mouth open, he looks like he is smiling"  border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM8deG1jRI/AAAAAAAABD4/_xuqgE05dSc/s320/DSCF4055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Found some good ones over here!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM8pOKHsMI/AAAAAAAABD8/5feXE9To2r4/s1600/DSCF4056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob on a down stay over by the cart, he's probably about ten to fifteen feet away from me, he is watching me" border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM8pOKHsMI/AAAAAAAABD8/5feXE9To2r4/s320/DSCF4056.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practicing his down stay - he did good until I started walking back and he got up to greet me lol. We'll have to work on that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM8_AMcqwI/AAAAAAAABEA/Twyk_bbp8pQ/s1600/DSCF4057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="In the dressing room, picture of the back of Bob's head while he faces the mirror, you can see his face in the reflection"  border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM8_AMcqwI/AAAAAAAABEA/Twyk_bbp8pQ/s320/DSCF4057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey - there's already someone in here!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;So after our little trip we went home and hung out the rest of the day - actually a friend came over and made us all some chicken spaghetti - nice little Friday night lol. After Bob's dinner though he went into his crate for a bit and after a while the little turd wanted out (like always) Its not that he doesn't like his crate but right now its in the living room to help with just these issues - he doesn't like it when he's not in the action. We moved him out there during his cone-period because of the noise and thats when we noticed his 'problem'. He has gotten so much better since then, I'll probably move him back into the bedroom soon. Friday night however he just didn't like that we were up and moving around without him. &amp;nbsp;So he started whining and making faces at us - how rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM9S7WRJbI/AAAAAAAABEE/nkacKgmlhrs/s1600/DSCF4067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Bob in his crate, both paws are up against the door and his nose is resting against one of the horizontal metal bars, resting his nose here cause his lip to be pulled up and his top teeth and gums to show, his nose is also smooshed a bit because the vertical bars are squishing his nostrils together" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM9S7WRJbI/AAAAAAAABEE/nkacKgmlhrs/s320/DSCF4067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Someone please let the poor puppy out.."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM9mxidpDI/AAAAAAAABEI/TxfmoTHUPbA/s1600/DSCF4068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pretty much the same picture as above except one of his eyes is squinting so it makes him look like an angry little bull dog" border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM9mxidpDI/AAAAAAAABEI/TxfmoTHUPbA/s320/DSCF4068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm gonna slobber all over when I get out of here!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after he stopped whining and making rude faces we let him out for a bit and he said thank you by sharing his bone with my leg ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM94OaXjpI/AAAAAAAABEM/C3KybVCBH7Q/s1600/DSCF4076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob chewing on a bone right next to my leg, one of his paws is resting on my foot and the other is underneath my leg" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM94OaXjpI/AAAAAAAABEM/C3KybVCBH7Q/s320/DSCF4076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for busting me out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4596484394659026306?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4596484394659026306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4596484394659026306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4596484394659026306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4596484394659026306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/quiet-week.html' title='Quiet Week'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TEM7n0nGq5I/AAAAAAAABDs/w53TRnPfmug/s72-c/DSCF4048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-180611447962493657</id><published>2010-07-12T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:34:57.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy sitting'/><title type='text'>Bob's weekend with Mason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got an email last night from Bob's puppy sitters with pictures of him and Mason playing over the weekend. I got permission to post them here so I thought I would share them with you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtOvtyYO1I/AAAAAAAABDU/mpP0hyG5CSo/s1600/Bob+and+Mason+in+the+back+yard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and big white labradoodle Mason playing with a red frisbee in a backyard" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtOvtyYO1I/AAAAAAAABDU/mpP0hyG5CSo/s320/Bob+and+Mason+in+the+back+yard.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob attempting to play tug with Mason.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtO0hwBbsI/AAAAAAAABDk/riKon2Vqje4/s1600/Mason+and+Bob+playing+tug+of+war.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and mason playing tug with the frisbee" border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtO0hwBbsI/AAAAAAAABDk/riKon2Vqje4/s320/Mason+and+Bob+playing+tug+of+war.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attempt was successful!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtOwuXpE0I/AAAAAAAABDY/zhr3UXHI15Q/s1600/Bob+and+Mason+with+long+tongues.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" Close up of both dogs faces, they are still in the back yard and both their tongues are hanging out" border="0" height="274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtOwuXpE0I/AAAAAAAABDY/zhr3UXHI15Q/s320/Bob+and+Mason+with+long+tongues.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tired after their long play session&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtOxX0KzuI/AAAAAAAABDc/h6yZe4VSH-c/s1600/Mason+and+Bob+in+a+Down+Stay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and Mason laying right next to each other inside the house" border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtOxX0KzuI/AAAAAAAABDc/h6yZe4VSH-c/s320/Mason+and+Bob+in+a+Down+Stay.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best buddies :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtOy28UfYI/AAAAAAAABDg/1XMAMGi4YeA/s1600/Mason+and+Bob+Lying+Down+Flatly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and mason both laying on the carpet with their heads on the ground and their arms out at the side with their shoulders and elbows making 90 degree angles" border="0" height="304" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtOy28UfYI/AAAAAAAABDg/1XMAMGi4YeA/s320/Mason+and+Bob+Lying+Down+Flatly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They do the same funny arm thing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtO1jkOvzI/AAAAAAAABDo/4JX7S46AgQ8/s1600/Mason+Sitting+and+Bob+Looking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and mason on the carpet, bob is laying down and mason is sitting up, bob is looking sideways at mason" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtO1jkOvzI/AAAAAAAABDo/4JX7S46AgQ8/s320/Mason+Sitting+and+Bob+Looking.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey! Why doesn't he have lie down!?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They both seem like they had a lot of fun, Bob did go on a few outings and worked on walking nicely on his leash (no tugging).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-180611447962493657?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/180611447962493657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=180611447962493657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/180611447962493657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/180611447962493657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/bobs-weekend-with-mason.html' title='Bob&apos;s weekend with Mason'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDtOvtyYO1I/AAAAAAAABDU/mpP0hyG5CSo/s72-c/Bob+and+Mason+in+the+back+yard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-6422648393553820648</id><published>2010-07-08T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T13:02:03.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>Chillaxin</title><content type='html'>I mean - does any one actually realize how mellow this dog can be? Does any one realize that this dog is pretty much in love with Darrell - I guess Bob can't read Darrell's mind because its not reciprocated lol.. Oh well - he's happier not knowing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDYSJAtZHPI/AAAAAAAABDQ/zhcdjxldBeY/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell sitting on the ground with bob in between his legs, bob is on his back and his head is resting in Darrell's lap. Bob's eyes are closed and while Darrell scratches his chest" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDYSJAtZHPI/AAAAAAAABDQ/zhcdjxldBeY/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a nice tummy/chest rub ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-6422648393553820648?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/6422648393553820648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=6422648393553820648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6422648393553820648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6422648393553820648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/chillaxin.html' title='Chillaxin'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDYSJAtZHPI/AAAAAAAABDQ/zhcdjxldBeY/s72-c/DSC_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-1509529424622123634</id><published>2010-07-07T11:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:58:17.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>Isn't he sweet? Darrell went down to the front office to get my birthday present for me! It was on backorder and got here yesterday but was locked in the front office because I didn't get back from class till late :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDStyJy3M5I/AAAAAAAABDE/HuiNlUaPyuI/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell walking down the parking lot with a big white box in his hand and Egypt's harness in the other - dog included of course, this shot is from the patio of our apartment right as Darrell is walking between two cars" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDStyJy3M5I/AAAAAAAABDE/HuiNlUaPyuI/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I snapped a few pictures to remember the moment haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDSuMqag4XI/AAAAAAAABDI/7BJSJ4r8Toc/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell walking with his back towards me now as he goes to the sidewalk, he is just passing a small car and about to turn right onto the sidewalk" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDSuMqag4XI/AAAAAAAABDI/7BJSJ4r8Toc/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was walking very fast and I didn't have time to adjust the settings or anything so sorry if these look pretty bad..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDSulvR0nOI/AAAAAAAABDM/6l3buhU4_ls/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell and Egypt walking down the little sidewalk that leads to our door and three others, Egypt is looking over in my direction" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDSulvR0nOI/AAAAAAAABDM/6l3buhU4_ls/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egypt saw me!!! This is where I ran back inside to open the box!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darrell got me a &lt;a href="http://kellymoorebag.com/full/kelly-moore-b-hobo-bag-4.html"&gt;Kelly Moore Camara bag&lt;/a&gt; it actually looks like a purse and doesn't shout "Hey, I have an expensive camera hanging off my shoulder - come and grab it! ". So far with the 2 seconds I spent putting my stuff in it I like it - I'm not really a big purse kind of girl but maybe this will convert me. I definitely don't have enough camera equipment to fill this up so there will be room for my wallet and some other stuff - bring on the next vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kelly Moore has two bag types for women and one for men, tons of colors! If there is actually a guy out there reading my blog who is into photography.. speak up if you're out there cause I have no idea!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-1509529424622123634?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/1509529424622123634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=1509529424622123634' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1509529424622123634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1509529424622123634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDStyJy3M5I/AAAAAAAABDE/HuiNlUaPyuI/s72-c/DSC_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-7533251410787935126</id><published>2010-07-06T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:00:59.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy sitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireworks'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we're all home now! Bob got a very good report from his puppy sitter over the weekend. She said he was doing great and he did some of his "finds" really well - others not so well lol. I was really excited because she told me he found the elevator perfectly(He's only seen like 3 elevators), however was oblivious about the button - which is how he is with me so nothing new there haha. She said he had a lot of fun with Mason and didn't have one accident in the house (a problem he had with his last puppy sitter, which was only for a day). Bob is continuing to do good in class with me, we had off on Monday so haven't had to tackle the barking situation in the lab class yet but we'll see how it goes tomorrow. I have been trying my hardest to be "blind" while I have him do his finds... meaning I am trying not to give him any cues as to what I want him to find - Michelle says everyone does it and can't help it but a blind person won't be able to do it so thats how I'm trying to be. He found a trash can great the other day when I attempted this first, today however he just looked at me like "what?". I'll just have to keep working on it.. No new pictures of him (sorry) since we were away from each other all weekend but I did try my hand at photographing fireworks - it wasn't terrible, wasn't great - lets just say I have a lot more ideas for next time :) So, here are a few firework pictures that actually turned out all right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDP5lG3cxAI/AAAAAAAABC0/Jzp00_hLVC4/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="picture of a lot of mini fireworks that cover the entire frame, they are all white with a dark black background and the wind caused all the tails to go to the left. They look like a bunch of flowers floating in the wind except its night time and the flowers are made out of fire" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDP5lG3cxAI/AAAAAAAABC0/Jzp00_hLVC4/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDP6KyrlYQI/AAAAAAAABC4/uN-J3Bkp2-g/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="this is a picture of a big read firework that had just burst so its big and flowered out and you can see the firey trail that it took up to where it exploded" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDP6KyrlYQI/AAAAAAAABC4/uN-J3Bkp2-g/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDP6O0V3KoI/AAAAAAAABC8/aMSyTVMYZnE/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="this firework is smaller and you can see its trail also, it is mainly orange with purple outbursts from the center" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDP6O0V3KoI/AAAAAAAABC8/aMSyTVMYZnE/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDP6Si1G9tI/AAAAAAAABDA/c-ucJ57zrXc/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="this one is also smaller with a trail, it is green and yellow" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDP6Si1G9tI/AAAAAAAABDA/c-ucJ57zrXc/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We have to go back out of town this weekend so Bob is heading off to a puppy sitter again :( hopefully Mason's raiser will be able to take him again because it sounds like he had a lot of fun there with them ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-7533251410787935126?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/7533251410787935126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=7533251410787935126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7533251410787935126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7533251410787935126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-and-homework.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TDP5lG3cxAI/AAAAAAAABC0/Jzp00_hLVC4/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-5337532747293639599</id><published>2010-07-02T01:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T02:02:49.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy sitting'/><title type='text'>Bob's Summer Grades</title><content type='html'>Well, Bob just had his first week in class and I'm gonna have to give him a C in Chem Lab and an A in both Chemistry and Physics - for now lol. He did great in my Tuesday/Thursday classes which I was pretty surprised by honestly. I'm in class those days from 2 to 8 with short breaks in between. I fully expected him to be up/down/up/down after only about an hour into the class but by utilizing the short breaks for his potty time and short bouts of work I think it really helped with his boredom. If only he acted like that when we went to movies :/ lol. Now, the lab class is a different story - He actually wasn't as terrible as I thought he would be but he did start barking at me both days. This half way surprised me because he's not a big barker to begin with and he has only barked in public once (before this week). Its just because he's chained up in a corner and no one is paying him any attention - apparently he doesn't like this. Anyways - plan is to ignore him till the barking stops and praise him when he's quiet and good... wonder if I'll have the strength lol. Well if you haven't checked out the pics from the mobile uploads here are a few from this week - mainly lab class because that is the interesting one lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry they aren't the best quality - took them with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TC2KqrrAeXI/AAAAAAAABCk/2b0nnatU-24/s1600/36104_675079972415_25418284_38649506_7931694_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob tied to a large cabinet in the corner of a lab class room, there is a big poster of the periodic table hanging above his head and lab equipment on the table that is right in picture. Bob has is curled up against the wall with his eyes closed" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TC2KqrrAeXI/AAAAAAAABCk/2b0nnatU-24/s320/36104_675079972415_25418284_38649506_7931694_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day of lab class - he actually fell asleep for like 2 seconds! He never falls asleep in class :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TC2Kry161zI/AAAAAAAABCo/KS6LHHut7VA/s1600/34525_675744874945_25418284_38670453_4293821_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob tied up in the same corner with his face and legs flat on the floor, he lays with his front legs out at 90 degree angles at the shoulder and elbows, there are three students in lab coats and safety goggles standing around him and he's staring straight at me slash the camera" border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TC2Kry161zI/AAAAAAAABCo/KS6LHHut7VA/s320/34525_675744874945_25418284_38670453_4293821_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the next day with crazy people walking around in their crazy jackets and goggles - it doesn't even phase him. At least it didn't for another few minutes - every once in a while he'll pop up if someone gets too close but they could just be making eye contact or something without me knowing. Oh well - good practice for him either way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TC2KuoPBmCI/AAAAAAAABCw/tf_O08jTVwo/s1600/34041_676028456645_25418284_38678002_2990027_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying in the car fast asleep with his nose straight up in the air because of the way he is propped up against the car" border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TC2KuoPBmCI/AAAAAAAABCw/tf_O08jTVwo/s320/34041_676028456645_25418284_38678002_2990027_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was on the car ride over today - its not even that long of a drive but the car is like a lullaby for Bob - he's out so quick!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TC2KtiPmcZI/AAAAAAAABCs/kvZvqGJrGZU/s1600/34088_676062578265_25418284_38678798_733666_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sniffing a big grated floor that you can see through to the floor below" border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TC2KtiPmcZI/AAAAAAAABCs/kvZvqGJrGZU/s320/34088_676062578265_25418284_38678798_733666_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was today during a potty break - he didn't know what to make of the grates (they are the landings for the outside stair case) he didn't want to step on them at first but after a little coaxing he was fine - just really sniffy (?) It was hard to get his nose up and focused on me..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob is also leaving us for the weekend, we are headed over to Darrell's parents and there really isn't much to do for Bob over there so he's going to a puppy sitter for the weekend. He'll get to hang out with &lt;a href="http://masonstales.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mason&lt;/a&gt;, a CC'ed tall white labradoodle whom I have never met but I know of him so hopefully Bob will have fun! Plus this will be his first time away from for more than a few hours so we'll see how he does - 3 days is a long time! So - more stories once he gets back I guess ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-5337532747293639599?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/5337532747293639599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=5337532747293639599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5337532747293639599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5337532747293639599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/07/bobs-summer-grades.html' title='Bob&apos;s Summer Grades'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TC2KqrrAeXI/AAAAAAAABCk/2b0nnatU-24/s72-c/36104_675079972415_25418284_38649506_7931694_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-6533767670807593198</id><published>2010-06-25T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:58:08.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neuter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>7 months and some change...</title><content type='html'>Sorry it took a while for a new posting.. my summer classes require a lot of homework plus I had a test, plus it was mine and twinny's birthday so yeah.. lots of stuff but here is Bob's 7 months and another post-op update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first off it has been pretty un-eventful on Bob's frontier... he is stuck in his cone until he gets his stitches out, which will be on Sunday so yay. He'll be able to go to class with me on Monday and Wednesday and then my other two classes on Thursday because I have a test Tuesday. Yay me. Oh - on that note, Michelle worked her magic and Bob is now 'allowed' to go to all my classes!  Ok, now you may be wondering why he has to be stuck in his cone for so long.. basically its a rule at GDTx that the dogs stay in cones until their stitches come out.. doesn't matter if they notice them or not its a precaution just in case they decide to rip them out. So yeah, stitches = cone. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of this cone - it has caused quite some  mayhem in our apartment... First, I have confirmed my professional diagnosis that Bob has Pica... Why? Because he has slowly been eating away at his cone and even though that is probably normal I'm sticking with my diagnosis! So yeah - in order to stop him from continuing to chew/eat that yummy plastic we decided to put packing tape on his cone where it has been chewed and broken. Yes broken because Bob just hasn't realized that his head is now 5 times the size that he's used to, and this boy has a pretty big head so that can't be easy to adjust to... poor kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob has also been banished to the living room because his cone makes me cranky.. it does this because every time he moves around in his crate his cone scrapes against the bars and it sounds like he's trying to blow the thing up.. at least thats what flashes in my head at 3 in the morning when I'm woken up from it. So yes, he's in the living room and keeps forgetting that whenever he is told to go to his bed - he automatically runs for the bedroom when I have to remind him. Once he sees his crate though he remembers and charges in - most of the time hitting his cone on the top and being flung backwards but hey - a little whiplash is good for a growing puppy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note, we have been using this down time to further set in Bob's obedience and to work on his heel - which is now great and would be better if he didn't slap me with that darned cone on his turn-around. Yay Bob! He has also started automatically waiting at doorways (to outside) without me asking everytime, now I can't test this out yet but hopefully it will transfer over easily to outside work too. Yay Bob! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not that its really necessary to tell but since I want to - here ya go, I made cake balls for mine and Erin's birthday :) Darrell helped, he rolled out all the little balls. It took me a couple tries to get it right but once I changed from cake balls to cake pops it went much smoother lol. Basically I just stuck a lollipop stick to all the things and then dunked them. Had to let them dry in some foam but it was worth it :) I have a few pictures of the process on my facebook so if you follow that link up in the top corner (the picture of Bob laying down on brown tile) you should be able to access that album. Just incase you wanted to see ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and his 7 things: Hmmmmmmmm..... We'll change this up and add some future things in there too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His down stay will hopefully improve greatly with the help of my lab class that I will be taking him to every Monday and Wednesday. He will be tied down in a corner for the entire class period, its chemistry lab so he can't be under my table - too dangerous. I hope to get him to the point where the tie down is not necessary, we'll see. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have no idea how he is going to handle being at school for such a long straight amount of time every Tuesday and Thursday. Hopefully it won't wear him down too much - I know I feel like poo when I leave for home those days lol. Maybe its just mental strain... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. His house manners have greatly improved since he has been stuck inside - yay Bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I still think he has Pica.... lol just kidding... kind of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He is settling down so much quicker lately.. he gets excited about things like normal but it doesn't take him as long to just chill you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He really likes fetch - with bones... I don't like fetch with bones.. I exchange for kongs and he finds another bone after a while.. we need a yard lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He really really really likes the smoked knuckle bone Michelle gave him for his... well nothing special really.. Michelle just hearts bob :) But seriously.. he's obsessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so on to the real pictures that you were all waiting for - I wasn't going to post them because the wacky tape job on the cone is just embarrassing but you convinced me so ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVVfqdctiI/AAAAAAAABCI/iWZrMsvHKzg/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob's face with his broken and taped up cone surrounding it. It is broken in 3 places." border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVVfqdctiI/AAAAAAAABCI/iWZrMsvHKzg/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please try to ignore the damage and focus on the cuteness inside :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVV38GJd0I/AAAAAAAABCM/kaDh7xN0sbQ/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob with his face sideways so you can see a long tear down the side of his cone, it is straight for about 4 inches and then goes into zig zag pattern for another 2, You can also see his leg with his shaved patch where they stuck the I.V." border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVV38GJd0I/AAAAAAAABCM/kaDh7xN0sbQ/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, now you can focus on the damage ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVWcG9l6kI/AAAAAAAABCQ/cU3HRikxbeE/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" Bob withi his head on the floor and his cone up around it. He looks slightly miserable lol" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVWcG9l6kI/AAAAAAAABCQ/cU3HRikxbeE/s320/DSC_0144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heart that face :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVWyT19BJI/AAAAAAAABCU/2ZVNcagWMuQ/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A hand holding up the end of Bob's tail, you can see a swirl pattern with the hair on the very tip, there is also a hairy leg in the immediate background" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVWyT19BJI/AAAAAAAABCU/2ZVNcagWMuQ/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Did you know that the hair on the tip of his tail swirled? P.S. did you know he has 2 black spots all the way on the back of his tongue? P.S. Would you believe me if I told you the leg in the background is not mine?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVXKCswuDI/AAAAAAAABCY/ZCpVzjQEMdY/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Bob's face taken at a level that is even with his nose. However the bottom half of his nose and the rest of his lower face is covered by blurred out dog parts because the camera didn't focus on them. His eyes are a really deep brown and are almost black and they look really glossy" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVXKCswuDI/AAAAAAAABCY/ZCpVzjQEMdY/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has the prettiest eyes ;) That blob of stuff covering the bottom of his face are his legs by the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVVIcWlPKI/AAAAAAAABCE/cLbuOLL9bOA/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of a bird that is about an inch above a small branch. His wings are pressed against his body with the ends pointing straight down. It looks like he jumped straight up, his toes are all pointing straight down at the branch he just left." border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVVIcWlPKI/AAAAAAAABCE/cLbuOLL9bOA/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Did you see that really cool picture of the bird taking off from a tree branch? I took it this morning :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-6533767670807593198?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/6533767670807593198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=6533767670807593198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6533767670807593198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6533767670807593198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/06/7-months-and-some-change.html' title='7 months and some change...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TCVVfqdctiI/AAAAAAAABCI/iWZrMsvHKzg/s72-c/DSC_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-2445445723635902416</id><published>2010-06-17T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:23:35.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Access issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>Mas Problemas</title><content type='html'>So, now I'm trying to be stopped from coming to class due to a person who has allergies.... Michelle is working on the issue but in order to stop me from getting more upset I need to hear other people's access issue stories - bring em on people - get my mind of myself lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBrJSfyihPI/AAAAAAAABCA/SelJXSx8kms/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Egypt sleeping on a brown dog bed with her face all scrunched up and wrinkled looking" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBrJSfyihPI/AAAAAAAABCA/SelJXSx8kms/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sleeps funny and I like it :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-2445445723635902416?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/2445445723635902416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=2445445723635902416' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2445445723635902416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2445445723635902416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/06/mas-problemas.html' title='Mas Problemas'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBrJSfyihPI/AAAAAAAABCA/SelJXSx8kms/s72-c/DSC_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-3323387394796667152</id><published>2010-06-16T17:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:01:22.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neuter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Recuperation is a plastic head cone</title><content type='html'>So, as we all know, Bob had his 'manhood' surgery yesterday... you'll be happy to know that he is doing just fine especially considering his special circumstances... Oh you don't know? Yes, Bob had special circumstances, you see he was born a "monarch" which pretty much means only one of his testicles descended. Ok - puppy embryology lesson for you... When male puppies are in the womb their testes actually form up in the region around their intestines/kidney area, they must travel all the way down and chill out around the tail area until they mature. Well, one of Bob's testes didn't want to make that trip so it stayed up there... It's not usually a terrible thing in dogs but in Bob's case it attached to something and they had to make a second incision to retrieve it.. The doctor actually said it was his personal 3rd hardest retrieval he has ever had to perform... so now poor baby has two incisions and is being treated like he was spayed because of the one deeper incision. I have never had to do after care on a spay or neuter so I can't really tell you the difference in treatment, I just know he's a bit miserable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics so you can see how he's doing - this was last night - he was a bit loopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, First thing he did when he got home was eat dinner (well only half..) then he went and picked up a bone (I actually had to hand it to him because he hadn't figured out the cone yet.. Well, he took his bone and stood there for about 2 minutes just standing and staring and holding his bone. Then he went over and dropped it in his food bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkMXVYLglI/AAAAAAAABBg/BOGdz-lhK7E/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob's bone inside of his dog bowl" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkMXVYLglI/AAAAAAAABBg/BOGdz-lhK7E/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually think he was looking for more food.... hmm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkMsW3SlaI/AAAAAAAABBk/uypulgDkpcg/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob trying to pick up his bone from his bowl with his clear plastic cone over his head" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkMsW3SlaI/AAAAAAAABBk/uypulgDkpcg/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he changed his mind and wanted it back...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkNCfva0GI/AAAAAAAABBo/xOxXKicRQU4/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Egypt chewing on the bone with Bob watching close by" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkNCfva0GI/AAAAAAAABBo/xOxXKicRQU4/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Egypt wanted it too.. Bob didn't seem to care much...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkNYNVM_0I/AAAAAAAABBs/wHzHHSNwZ_A/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt"Close up of Bob's head in his cone from a straight on view, he looks very depressed" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkNYNVM_0I/AAAAAAAABBs/wHzHHSNwZ_A/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He doesn't like his cone of shame :( He just stood around staring at nothing - I assume its upset due to the cone and groggy-ness due to the drugs - poor boy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkNt9Bbn5I/AAAAAAAABBw/jM4Hp0eEEn8/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying in his crate with the door open, he is facing towards the front with his cone on" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkNt9Bbn5I/AAAAAAAABBw/jM4Hp0eEEn8/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well after about 5 minutes of him just standing around I had him go to his bed, I didn't lock him in just in case he wanted to come out and do something... he fell asleep in about 2 seconds.. I left him there :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;There was one instance where Bob came trotting out into the living room, he went straight to the patio door so I thought he had to pee.. I let him out, he stood there for a minute and then walked back to the patio. So, we came back inside and Bob began trotting around like he was looking for something, he went in and out of a couple of rooms and was just looking... but was looking with a purpose lol. He finally stopped and laid down and just flopped over and chilled for a bit - he was a bit loopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkOFyaIFzI/AAAAAAAABB0/PDNAthdPPOk/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob with his face pressed against the door of his crate, in between his face and the door his his cone, his eye is pressed against the cone and you can see his eye through it." "border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkOFyaIFzI/AAAAAAAABB0/PDNAthdPPOk/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was him this morning - I think he has become one with the cone lol...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - Tangent story :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The microwave thinks I am immature.... We had to put on new sticky buttons for Darrell and in the process of testing them out to make sure they were all in the right place the microwave started name calling - I didn't know how to respond... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkOXt9DhUI/AAAAAAAABB4/9TNx5-sa7zk/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sticky popped out buttons stuck onto the microwave on the 3, 0 and start buttons" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkOXt9DhUI/AAAAAAAABB4/9TNx5-sa7zk/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see Darrell's sticky buttons? They are in all the important places..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkOpSQg8nI/AAAAAAAABB8/PEEP8eekalU/s1600/DSC_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Microwave screen saying the world Child on it, under the screen you can see another sticky button on the popcorn button" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkOpSQg8nI/AAAAAAAABB8/PEEP8eekalU/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I get message from Mr. Microwave - how rude! lol. I guess I pushed the buttons one too many times...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-3323387394796667152?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/3323387394796667152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=3323387394796667152' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/3323387394796667152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/3323387394796667152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/06/recuperation-is-plastic-head-cone.html' title='Recuperation is a plastic head cone'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBkMXVYLglI/AAAAAAAABBg/BOGdz-lhK7E/s72-c/DSC_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-1591698723614618585</id><published>2010-06-15T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:18:44.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neuter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>It's too quiet..</title><content type='html'>I dropped Bob off this morning (at 7:30 AM!) my summer brain didn't like that but it will get over it... Oh - dropped him off at the vet's office for his operation - now its too quiet here lol. Everyone wish him luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBersbyGrFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/7rdx9XdVlrY/s1600/13455_671385416335_25418284_38528705_5385803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob standing in the cargo area of the car with his head hanging over the back of the seats" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBersbyGrFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/7rdx9XdVlrY/s320/13455_671385416335_25418284_38528705_5385803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is us at the Vet's office.. the car was parked and he got all excited to get out of the car - its funny because when he's on the floor in the front (too much stuff there right now lol) he wouldn't get up until I opened that other door - in the back he gets up when the car turns off.. funny kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, wanna hear what happened with the whole school thing?! Well I got another e-mail asking me to contact another person because they wanted to verify that I was an actual volunteer associated with an actual organization..... Because bringing a big hyper 6 month old lab to school is just soooooooo much fun :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, please note that I had shown each one of my professors my GDTx ID card, written down the laws and Michelle's contact info for 1 professor, sent an email with the laws and Michelle's contact info to another lady (the written information was supposed to be given to her btw). So, to get another email telling me that (my translation) no one read my information and no one believed that I actually do what I do - really irritated me. So, I tried to call lady #2, she didn't answer, I left a voicemail. Got mad a second later and decided to email her - so I did... basically I didn't want to have to be nice again so I said Hi, gave my name and then gave Michelle's information (this is the 3rd time - maybe it will work this time..) and sent it...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get an email back saying that she will have to verify with Michelle that I 'work' for them and then I should be good to bring my dog... Well thanks.. So, I started my reply email which pretty much said thanks, I appreciate that you want to check for that kind of thing (so 'illegal trainers' don't bring their random pets onto campus) however I was upset with the way that the entire process played out... I mentioned that I had shown my GDTx ID to each one of my professors and that I had given Michelle's information twice already and blah blah blah... Well right when I was about to press send guess who calls me back!?!? Dang it!!!! lol. So, I'm forced to tell her everything in my email but not as mean-ish because I just can't be like that over the phone / in person.... darn me! Actually my email wasn't even that mean, I just like to pretend it was.. Well, she tells me that she had no idea that I had an ID with GDTx and that all I need to do is come over and make a copy of it and I should be good....... Now I can't even be mad at her... whatever - *pouty face* lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I run over to the lady's office before class and she makes a copy of my ID and says something about "We have never worked with GDTx before so we just weren't sure..." I want to say something along the lines of "it shouldn't matter who you're working with, just because you don't know who it is doesn't mean you can question it - do some research! (I gave the web address to everyone!) " But I never said that.. I just smiled and nodded.. told her they were here in San Antonio and around where and she got all excited that they were so close to her home (?) anyways - little rant is over I guess... just had to get it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - I do appreciate that they are trying to stay within the rules of their 'no pets' policy but that shouldn't have been that hard - which it wasn't.. mainly just a miscommunication I guess.. but still! lol.. maybe I just want to be mad at someone but now there isn't really anyone to be mad at lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - disclaimer about saying Bob isn't fun to take places - he is, I like going on training walks with him where focus is on him the whole time and learning and stuff - school however is not fun... mainly because I have to write down EVERYTHING or else I won't understand what is going on and he sometimes won't let me do that - but I know its good for him so I deal with it lol.. its not always bad... just if he doesn't get enough energy out before we go (which I know is my fault lol).. anyways.. yeah, thats my disclaimer - hope you enjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Does anyone want to make these for my birthday? If not I guess I will force Darrell to roll out all the little balls for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBe1LQgHbqI/AAAAAAAABBY/EAimunVOcJE/s1600/2098642169_35df20ec07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="little balls of red velvet cake covered in hardened chocolate - that same kind of chocolate that you use for chocolate covered strawberries" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBe1LQgHbqI/AAAAAAAABBY/EAimunVOcJE/s320/2098642169_35df20ec07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Red Velvet Cake Balls - find the recipe here: &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/red-velvet-cake-balls/"&gt;Click Me!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-1591698723614618585?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/1591698723614618585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=1591698723614618585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1591698723614618585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1591698723614618585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-too-quiet.html' title='It&apos;s too quiet..'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBersbyGrFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/7rdx9XdVlrY/s72-c/13455_671385416335_25418284_38528705_5385803_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-5686523409482552767</id><published>2010-06-12T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:21:41.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neuter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>College makes you smart</title><content type='html'>Guess what! Bob now knows heel! For the past month (or two) Bob has started to become a puller, on Monday I stopped by GDTx to give them a CD of pictures and Michelle taught me a figure-8 trick to get Bob back into the correct position while walking.. Well, turns out that I haven't actually needed to use it the past couple of days because I haven't needed it (He confuses me...) Anyways, today he did need it and I did it a few times the first time we went somewhere and he was good until we got home. Well, the second time we went somewhere I had Bob sit at the door like I usually do, opened it, walked through and then turned around and instead of telling him 'lets go' I had him 'heel' again, and he did it!!!! He didn't do it perfectly but he still did it! He kind of walked out nicely, turned around and stood crooked to me and looked up :) I got him into the correct position and had him sit and he got his treat and then he walked nicely all the way to the car! Yay!!! I am however a little bit depressed because he gets neutered on Tuesday and Michelle told me he would probably forget a bit of stuff that he has learned recently... dang! lol. I guess its not that bad though, because he really is pretty much the smartest dog ever... haha. No really, show him something once and he has it down! His issue is listening.. which I guess is really my issue, I need to get him to pay attention thus need to find ways to engage him more - either way he's smart though - you can tell he was born to work. Plus the fact that he's (normally) really good when he's working but he's not so good at home (only recently actually) - He's actually started stealing things, he used to just sniff things and then get told to 'leave it' which he did and normally wouldn't go back to whatever it was, now he has started bypassing the sniff phase and goes right into snatching - ummm not good... At least he's constantly supervised though so he gets corrected right away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, about college I started my summer semester at a community college here and am having another slight complication - not nearly as bad as this past semester but just people not listening I guess... I have a chemistry class, a chemistry lab, and a physics class... The lab professor (of all people) was the coolest with it - he was a bit depressed when I told him he couldn't pet him though lol. The only thing I'll have to do is tie him up in the back away from the traffic flow of dangerous chemicals. The physics teacher was pretty excited too - both teachers made announcements to the class to help me out :) The Chemistry class teacher is the complicated one though - not really him exactly, he seemed excited as well but when I went to class the next day (without Bob because I hadn't told the class yet) the teacher said he had mentioned it to his head of department (or something) and they wanted to check out some things first... ok - well here is my ID card (again) with the laws on it and if you want you can photo copy it and give to your person... well he asked me to write it down for him so he could just give it to her and it shouldn't be a problem - :) - not really.. I get an email the next day asking me to contact the head of student success because she had some questions and concerns... ok. So, I emailed her and told her exactly what I wrote down and told her to contact either me or Michelle with any questions... So, now I'm just waiting till Monday to hear a reply.. great - at least he's getting neutered on Tuesday so theres a little bit of time to get things settled... I'm taking him on Monday though! The lab professor is cool with it so bring it on! This situation doesn't really bother me but it just annoys me because I gave them the laws and they are still asking questions!!! Ah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Have you ever had Oma's spaghetti? It's like the best stuff ever :) I need to make some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBRa52DcTFI/AAAAAAAABBI/4auIl89UoNo/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="a big pot of spaghetti sauce, its bright red and you can see tomatoes, onions, green and yellow bell pepper pieces, meat and tons of seasonings" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBRa52DcTFI/AAAAAAAABBI/4auIl89UoNo/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no doggy pictures today - haven't taken any :/ lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-5686523409482552767?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/5686523409482552767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=5686523409482552767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5686523409482552767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5686523409482552767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/06/college-makes-you-smart.html' title='College makes you smart'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TBRa52DcTFI/AAAAAAAABBI/4auIl89UoNo/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-2993689445860015937</id><published>2010-06-07T17:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:54:46.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kayak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>Weekend on the River</title><content type='html'>Ever seen a dog on a kayak?! Well, you're about too lol. We spent most of the weekend up at the Guadalupe River with my parents and little brother, while we were there Bob got to go on his first  (and probably last because he's getting so big!) kayak ride with me. It was a very relaxing weekend, we didn't do much.. I started school today and that was my only summer week off so thats explains all of the traveling and stuff... So yeah, just a few pictures for you of our weekend ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TA11nbXerbI/AAAAAAAABAw/x4Ambm9WIVA/s1600/DSCF4005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob standing on the front end of my bright green kayak" border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TA11nbXerbI/AAAAAAAABAw/x4Ambm9WIVA/s320/DSCF4005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob got excited at everything that floated by us - especially the ducks ;) He quickly learned that standing up wasn't much fun though (he fell out once lol) He stayed sitting the rest of the time and just watched things go by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TA11w8ZQBjI/AAAAAAAABA0/Dvgsiru5LsA/s1600/DSCF4006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sitting facing the front of the kayak but with his head and shoulders turned around looking at something behind me" border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TA11w8ZQBjI/AAAAAAAABA0/Dvgsiru5LsA/s320/DSCF4006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob looking at Darrell (I think) I know the picture makes his head look huge and his body all boney and skinny but he doesn't really look like that - its just a weird angle. I think Bob enjoyed our little kayak trip.. I mean, as much as you can enjoy sitting in a kayak on a very still and calm river, there are no rapids in the area we were in... :( I love going down rapids - I'm trying to convince Darrell to go white water rafting (like a 3 day trip) for our honeymoon lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TA12E3IAxDI/AAAAAAAABA4/jhCaAR3Bu00/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sleeping on the wooden porch outside" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TA12E3IAxDI/AAAAAAAABA4/jhCaAR3Bu00/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the next day, Bob passed out after his few hours playing with Egypt in a shallow part of the river - we took our fold up chairs and just sat in the river and hung out - Bob tried to eat every stick that was out there...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh - I just had to throw him in here... gotta have some people pics to balance out the blog don't ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TA12dddCgRI/AAAAAAAABA8/zjAJzsHtGX8/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Darrell in a rocking chair, he's looking down with his eyes closed and is laughing about something" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TA12dddCgRI/AAAAAAAABA8/zjAJzsHtGX8/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have such a crush on him... I must be crazy..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-2993689445860015937?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/2993689445860015937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=2993689445860015937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2993689445860015937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/2993689445860015937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekend-on-river.html' title='Weekend on the River'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TA11nbXerbI/AAAAAAAABAw/x4Ambm9WIVA/s72-c/DSCF4005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-1689130871051262109</id><published>2010-06-01T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:27:16.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Lake</title><content type='html'>So right now, Darrell, Erin, the dogs and I are up visiting my grandparents. Yesterday we went out with some of my family to Lake Waco and Bob got his second experience with swimming :) I think he really enjoyed it, he still doesn't really care for swimming - at least not like Egypt does. Egypt would swim way far out, do some circles and them swim to someone or swim back to shore to catch her breath. Bob would swim out to me, rest in my arms (he learned that I would hold up - mainly to keep him from scratching me) and then swim straight back to shore - he wouldn't even swim out for stuff that we threw to fetch, but he's not really into that game anyways.. Lol Egypt doesn't do the "wait" thing (for modified fetch) so she always gets there first so he doesn't care for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some pictures of our day at the lake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVUmcIRMII/AAAAAAAABAA/pDoQs_AV4tg/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="close up of Bob's face, his top lip is stuck inside of his mouth or something so his face just looks all lop sided" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVUmcIRMII/AAAAAAAABAA/pDoQs_AV4tg/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob making a funny face :/ lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVVME2gATI/AAAAAAAABAE/2QHKSyXIRHo/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob walking along the beach with his back legs wrapped up in his very long leash" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVVME2gATI/AAAAAAAABAE/2QHKSyXIRHo/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got all tangled up in his leash but didn't seem to mind...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVVu0kY8wI/AAAAAAAABAI/DfDwf1xkLZI/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob trying to pick up a stick that was about as long as him"  border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVVu0kY8wI/AAAAAAAABAI/DfDwf1xkLZI/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They found a really big stick lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVbvgYzLlI/AAAAAAAABAk/rugJFwW7dlU/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob in mid stride with his legs and ears flying up in the air" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVbvgYzLlI/AAAAAAAABAk/rugJFwW7dlU/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He still just likes to run around on the edge of the water lol.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVWI_8wa8I/AAAAAAAABAM/aIjw98N7vmQ/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me holding Bob so he can rest there in the water" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVWI_8wa8I/AAAAAAAABAM/aIjw98N7vmQ/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me holding him while he rests - little turd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVWm5HRqII/AAAAAAAABAQ/WoY49j81CPo/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darrell and my cousin trying to find the hole in the big orange floaty" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVWm5HRqII/AAAAAAAABAQ/WoY49j81CPo/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darrell and my cousin trying to find the hole in this floaty - see the corner is tied up too :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We actually found a good use for this floaty - We plan on going kayaking here in about a week and I wanted to see how Bob would do hanging out on something like the floaty (to see if he would be cool going on the kayak with me). Well he actually loved the floaty, every time I was holding it he would come over and throw his front paws up on it and just hang there lol. He'll do great on the kayak!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVXKciCrJI/AAAAAAAABAU/tCuM-xZssic/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Egypt with her tongue all the way out and curled up towards her nose" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVXKciCrJI/AAAAAAAABAU/tCuM-xZssic/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty Egypt :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVXxWiwp3I/AAAAAAAABAY/HiW1MlGN3WM/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and Egypt standing side by side walking out into the water with their tails swishing water everywhere" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVXxWiwp3I/AAAAAAAABAY/HiW1MlGN3WM/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best buds - yeah right!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVYOID7SlI/AAAAAAAABAc/TPiJtD_4hsQ/s1600/DSC_0211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Close-up of Darrell's face which is half covered by the orange tube he is attempting to blow up" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVYOID7SlI/AAAAAAAABAc/TPiJtD_4hsQ/s320/DSC_0211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darrell blowing up a float - it took him forever haha ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVY3iKwnNI/AAAAAAAABAg/8q1qFj_LAZo/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying on some gravel with his leash wrapped around a pole, it wrapped about 3 times" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVY3iKwnNI/AAAAAAAABAg/8q1qFj_LAZo/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate lunch and Bob got all tangled up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a lot of fun out there at the lake and I can't wait to go kayaking with Bob now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more pictures from the day you can check out my facebook album by clicking the link below - there's like 166 so make sure you have some time if you want to look at all the pictures ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2255550&amp;amp;id=25418284&amp;amp;l=7bb3b50e3d"&gt;Click Me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-1689130871051262109?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/1689130871051262109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=1689130871051262109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1689130871051262109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/1689130871051262109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-at-lake.html' title='Day at the Lake'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TAVUmcIRMII/AAAAAAAABAA/pDoQs_AV4tg/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-988177929674456742</id><published>2010-05-29T00:20:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:25:31.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Bob's Training Walk</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Bob and I had a training walk with our puppy raising manager Michelle, she needed to make sure Bob was confident enough to take away all his testosterone :) He did great so the appointment is in June - I can't wait!!!! lol. Man hormones = annoying puppy, no man hormones = good puppy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is our walk told to you through pictures of course - Michelle was the amazing camera person ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACWYj6hZJI/AAAAAAAAA-0/i9JAl1sLx6M/s1600/+(1+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and I standing by a crosswalk button, I'm giving him the treat for finding it." border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACWYj6hZJI/AAAAAAAAA-0/i9JAl1sLx6M/s320/+(1+of+16).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing we did was cross the street so Bob had to find the button.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACWn9yQDtI/AAAAAAAAA-4/06uTpcf8ZQI/s1600/+(2+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and I coming back up onto the side-walk after passing up a cardboard box." border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACWn9yQDtI/AAAAAAAAA-4/06uTpcf8ZQI/s320/+(2+of+16).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we reached the other side, we walked all down the sidewalk making sure Bob wasn't phased by the traffic noise and stuff.. he didn't even notice.. Here Bob is leading me around the cardboard box":)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACWzF5zb2I/AAAAAAAAA-8/37GA27sjGes/s1600/+(3+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Close up of Bob, his tongue is hanging out of his mouth and he's looking up a little bit." border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACWzF5zb2I/AAAAAAAAA-8/37GA27sjGes/s320/+(3+of+16).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was me trying to get Bob to look up at the overhead obstacle.. his face was too cute though so I had to zoom in and crop me out :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACXrDOK_fI/AAAAAAAAA_A/TDa1qm_sojw/s1600/+(4+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sitting and looking straight up while I shake a low tree branch" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACXrDOK_fI/AAAAAAAAA_A/TDa1qm_sojw/s320/+(4+of+16).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob checking out that overhead obstacle - obviously he noticed it - after I shook it of course haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACYbi5ZA1I/AAAAAAAAA_E/pJEwW3YTztc/s1600/+(5+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and I both bending over and looking at something on the sidewalk" border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACYbi5ZA1I/AAAAAAAAA_E/pJEwW3YTztc/s320/+(5+of+16).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob and I got really distracted by something - here we are checking it out..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WARNING - IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH DO NOT PUT YOUR MOUSE OVER THE NEXT PICTURE - JUST MOVE ON...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the distraction - sorry if it freaks you out.. If you would like to see the distraction just drag your mouse over the image.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img onmouseover="this.src='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4649290402_a01f77ee1d.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4649289098_e787afa4d4.jpg'" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4649289098_e787afa4d4.jpg" alt="picture of a baby bird dead on the sidewalk"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACZMRY1seI/AAAAAAAAA_I/t84cyR_LAqk/s1600/+(6+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob looking up at me while I smack a couple low leaves hanging down." border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACZMRY1seI/AAAAAAAAA_I/t84cyR_LAqk/s320/+(6+of+16).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another overhead obstacle - I got Bob to pay attention to it even with that distraction so close!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this point in the walk Bob started to get really bored... Michelle told me I need to engage him more and get him paying attention to me and constantly wondering what I'm going to do (not just walking) so here I'm doing puppy push-ups (the wrong way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACZ2EBq-dI/AAAAAAAAA_M/7rNnLvsvoP8/s1600/+(8+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me bending over telling Bob to lay down, I'm hunched over to almost his face level" border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACZ2EBq-dI/AAAAAAAAA_M/7rNnLvsvoP8/s320/+(8+of+16).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll notice my posture - apparently Bob notices it too... and is a butt-head because of it and doesn't do what I tell him to do - Michelle told me I need to stand up straight and be more demanding, but still nice so I need to work on that lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACaaSvHNBI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/desYnm8KPDQ/s1600/+(9+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me standing straight up and looking down at Bob, he is laying on the ground looking up at me" border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACaaSvHNBI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/desYnm8KPDQ/s320/+(9+of+16).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me working on my straight up standing - I keep catching myself now - I'll learn one day lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Also, Michelle told me that I need to let Bob have more fun (It's not always work!). I'm too serious on our walks and just need to let him be a happy dog - that way he actually likes to go out and work - this I can do no problem though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACarGiuCRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/qENyXQjiBEU/s1600/+(11+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob with his front two legs up on the concrete thing that holds the pole with the button on it, his nose is up next to the button but the pole is blocking his face" border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACarGiuCRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/qENyXQjiBEU/s320/+(11+of+16).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Bob finding the next Button - I had him put his nose right up close to it ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACa6VU6rzI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/HTvFAIYuu5I/s1600/+(12+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob still up on the concrete but his head is down now and I'm petting him" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACa6VU6rzI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/HTvFAIYuu5I/s320/+(12+of+16).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me praising him and him working on chewing that treat lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Funny story - the lady that is in that white car behind us at the light pole was apparently watching Bob find the button, well her light had turned green and the guy behind her honked at her because she was still watching us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACbDvcp64I/AAAAAAAAA_c/grbfiU7zN6E/s1600/+(13+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob walking up a set of steps his tongue is hanging out and he's looking straight at the camera, he looks really tired" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACbDvcp64I/AAAAAAAAA_c/grbfiU7zN6E/s320/+(13+of+16).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is us heading to Petco - he was getting very hot and burned out but still did the step ok (the second time lol) He blows the steps sometimes and goes on before I tell him to so we have to work on that with him. Lucky for me he knows "wait" :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACbutC0ccI/AAAAAAAAA_g/Q3WW1YVpoMk/s1600/+(14+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob looking up at the camera while laying on the tile at Petco, his head is cocked to the side and his tongue is hanging out." border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACbutC0ccI/AAAAAAAAA_g/Q3WW1YVpoMk/s320/+(14+of+16).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob tired and panting in Petco.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACcUMiB6gI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ZwCavvSOa5o/s1600/+(15+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="the camera is on Bob's level now, he is looking at the camera and looks really alert" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACcUMiB6gI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ZwCavvSOa5o/s320/+(15+of+16).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture! lol.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACcne-0-tI/AAAAAAAAA_o/QsW7zAA1YWc/s1600/+(16+of+16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob with his front two feet on the water fountain, he is licking the water spout lol." border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACcne-0-tI/AAAAAAAAA_o/QsW7zAA1YWc/s320/+(16+of+16).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And him getting a drink - note to self - don't use this water fountain anymore lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-988177929674456742?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/988177929674456742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=988177929674456742' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/988177929674456742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/988177929674456742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/bobs-training-walk.html' title='Bob&apos;s Training Walk'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/TACWYj6hZJI/AAAAAAAAA-0/i9JAl1sLx6M/s72-c/+(1+of+16).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-155927753979381857</id><published>2010-05-26T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:52:17.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart puppy'/><title type='text'>Oh the difference...</title><content type='html'>There's a difference.. a difference between boys and girls, a difference between puppies and adult dogs, a difference between smart dogs and well... smart dogs lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Bob and Egypt were lolly-gagging around and I called Bob over to get some lovin lol. Well as I call Bob over of course Egypt wants some lovin too, thats normal for our little group. The funny thing was seeing which paths they chose to get to me.. See, the we have a couch that looks like an L, its like a couch connected to a chaise, it also came with an ottoman.. so picture me on the chaise part of the couch, and the ottoman is pressed up against the end of it leaving only about 5 inches of space in between.. in front of the couch part though there is at least 2 feet of space between the couch and the ottoman... ok got it nice and pictured? So, I call Bob and he was standing closer to the chaise part so he went and stood right in front of the 5 inches of space between the couch and ottoman, Egypt had gotten up and was right there with him. So I say "Come here guys" and guess which one charged through pushing the ottoman out of the way and which one simply walked around the ottoman.. lol. Now I can't really decide which one took the better path, Egypt of course, took the path of least resistance and wound up getting to me slower than Bob did, and Bob took the harder yet faster path.. There are sometimes when they will switch those roles (Egypt is really good at moving our furniture) well, I'm not really here to judge I guess I just thought it was funny to see the difference of the two while in the exact same situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution for next time - get some lovin from each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - like that will happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_1ryimeOOI/AAAAAAAAA-o/s-3aowN9txo/s1600/DSC_0319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Bob and Egypt uh arguing with each other, Egypt is snarling, and Bob is about to slap her in the face.."  border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_1ryimeOOI/AAAAAAAAA-o/s-3aowN9txo/s320/DSC_0319.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-155927753979381857?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/155927753979381857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=155927753979381857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/155927753979381857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/155927753979381857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-difference.html' title='Oh the difference...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_1ryimeOOI/AAAAAAAAA-o/s-3aowN9txo/s72-c/DSC_0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-8135972333246146163</id><published>2010-05-25T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:20:25.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies are expensive</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_wzQjLbfnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/A0E2LBtjeeM/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A dollar bill ripped into three pieces on the kitchen table" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_wzQjLbfnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/A0E2LBtjeeM/s320/DSC_0305.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pulled this out of Bob's mouth... it was on the ottoman..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See what I mean - It's like they eat all our money... ehhh I guess its all worth it though right? haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one just made me laugh - he's so tired he can't even stand to drink his water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_wzolvZrPI/AAAAAAAAA-g/lJCDx1axo_g/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and Egypt in the kitchen at separate bowls drinking water, Bob is sitting on the floor while he drinks his. Both bowls are at the dog's height so he just looks really funny" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_wzolvZrPI/AAAAAAAAA-g/lJCDx1axo_g/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a little multi-tasker...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-8135972333246146163?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/8135972333246146163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=8135972333246146163' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/8135972333246146163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/8135972333246146163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/puppies-are-expensive.html' title='Puppies are expensive'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_wzQjLbfnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/A0E2LBtjeeM/s72-c/DSC_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-312624417916650647</id><published>2010-05-22T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:30:53.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Things for 6 Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you believe Bob is already 6 months old!!! (Well he turned yesterday but still!) He's still doing great in his training but he's turning into a little turd also... I'm guessing that adolescence starting to set in (yay!) So, here are Bob's 6 things at 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He knows how to find the counter!! He still needs help on it sometimes but this boy has got it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. His doorway and down-step sits are getting really good.. I still have to tell him but he doesn't take forever to do it anymore :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He's as tall as Egypt now.. she kind of hunches though so I'm sure if she just sat up straight she would still be a tiny bit taller lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He has started drinking A LOT of water.. I'm not really sure why.. started not too long ago, part of me feels like he drinks all the water so Egypt can't get any (he's starting to become the dominant one) but when we fill both bowls with water he still drinks all of it - he's getting really good at holding it though haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is one he needs to work on - his walking nicely is getting a bit worse... he used to just walk pretty nicely not getting distracted by much but now he has to investigate anything. He has a walk scheduled for next Thursday though so I'll get some tips then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone loves him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one new picture and its from a volunteer thing Bob and I did today for GDTx - well this is while we were walking toward the thing haha.. the whole room was dark so I didn't want my flash going off in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_hmo8sHbiI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/K8XrTuu2hYo/s1600/DSCF2003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Bob doing a step up. He found the other side of the street for me and has got his front two feet on the curb. His eyes are kind of shut because it was bright and his tongue is hanging out because he was getting hot."  border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_hmo8sHbiI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/K8XrTuu2hYo/s320/DSCF2003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so bright and so hot but I still gotta work :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And look what I made - this is Mr. Walrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_hmdi030cI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Q-wdvW1ReHs/s1600/Mr.Walrus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of a little clay walrus. It has grey and white marbled effect from mixing the colors, pink cheeks and big white teeth coming out from under his cheeck, he also has little black eyes."  border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_hmdi030cI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Q-wdvW1ReHs/s320/Mr.Walrus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made this one day with some Sculpey - I also made an orange and white cat but it fell off the bookshelf and guess who decided to pick it up and chew on it haha. It only has a few bite marks :/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also - I'm still working on my painting - don't want to post up any pictures until its done though :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-312624417916650647?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/312624417916650647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=312624417916650647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/312624417916650647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/312624417916650647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-things-for-6-months.html' title='6 Things for 6 Months...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S_hmo8sHbiI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/K8XrTuu2hYo/s72-c/DSCF2003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4982954214392103251</id><published>2010-05-17T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:25:31.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Bob spent his first day away from me. My sister, some friends and I went to Schlitterbahn waterpark, so Bob got to go to a puppy sitter. She said he did pretty good aside for  going to the bathroom in her house (oops haha). He also cried randomly a bit but I don't know so much if that is separation anxiety or just him being him... maybe a bit of both because he cries when Egypt isn't around too. He's funny, he'll just sit down look off into space and start whimpering.. not a lot but maybe like 2 cries and then he's fine. He just wants a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a working dog note he is getting better and better everyday. I suspect half of it maturity and half of it is the Texas heat getting to him.. He's so much more mellow when he's tired and when walking from car to wherever(?) is hot for me so I know its gotta get to him too lol. Today he was actually perfect for the very first time - perfect as in didn't have to be told to sit at the doors and steps and he even settled immediately when we got to the counter (we went to the bank). Everyone at the bank loves him. I haven't made many trips that are too long - outside is getting too hot to do much but there are some days when its overcast and almost rainy where its good to go out. Trips to the store are limited too because right now I'm in the middle of a Maymester (3 weeks long 3 hours a day) Lots of homework! haha. Once that is over then there will me more classes but those (well at least 1) will actually help Bob. It will be a Chemistry lab and because of safety reasons Bob will not be allowed to stay under my work station - don't want to go spilling acid on him lol. So with the teacher's permission (he's a cool guy so wish luck) I will be able to tie him down to the guy's desk.. That will help teach him to stay where he is put and be good until told to do otherwise.. not so different then under the desk but in a way it is.. We'll see how he does. He has had one time to practice with it. He was tied up in a corner while I did a cardio kickboxing class with a friend - he did pretty well but he had a bone to chew on.. now he'll have to do it all on his own :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures today but there are a few more mobile uploads if you want to click on the picture up in the top right hand corner of the page :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4982954214392103251?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4982954214392103251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4982954214392103251' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4982954214392103251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4982954214392103251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-6773354753521898517</id><published>2010-05-13T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:55:28.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Sun and Bubbles</title><content type='html'>This is just a picture post - hope you enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-zIRdHFcoI/AAAAAAAAA98/WUZ60odsml4/s1600/DSC_0032-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="close up of Bob's face, he is looking at the camera all cute with his ears slightly perked up." border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-zIRdHFcoI/AAAAAAAAA98/WUZ60odsml4/s400/DSC_0032-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's being very nice and pretty for the camera - his nose is getting pinker!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-zIXcLjUrI/AAAAAAAAA-A/XxtgJn7-t7g/s1600/DSC_0033-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Another close up of Bob's face, he's on carpet this time. There is a tiny little bubble coming out of his nose, it is kind of gross but funny too." border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-zIXcLjUrI/AAAAAAAAA-A/XxtgJn7-t7g/s400/DSC_0033-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one makes me laugh - can you tell me why?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-6773354753521898517?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/6773354753521898517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=6773354753521898517' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6773354753521898517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/6773354753521898517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/sun-and-bubbles.html' title='Sun and Bubbles'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-zIRdHFcoI/AAAAAAAAA98/WUZ60odsml4/s72-c/DSC_0032-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4536097429357802020</id><published>2010-05-09T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:32:21.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Splash Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alfie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dakota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDTx'/><title type='text'>Puppy Splash Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was GDTX's annual Puppy Splash Day! Where we all go out to the K9 Country Club and let the dogs just be dogs, while we eat hot dogs and hamburgers :) There's not really much news there because all the dogs pretty much just ran around and acted like dogs so here are some pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-btrXnp0vI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/scVbsstIO6w/s1600/DSC_0135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dakota, a red labradoodle standing by the pool soaking wet except for his fluffy head - it makes him look half his size without that fur" border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-btrXnp0vI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/scVbsstIO6w/s320/DSC_0135.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dakota and Ben were there! That dog has way too much fur,&lt;br /&gt;apparently they were taking him to the groomers after this&lt;br /&gt;though, lucky groomers ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bt2rDikQI/AAAAAAAAA8U/DxedRdi_TDI/s1600/DSC_0127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob running on the side of the pool, it slopes down into the water and there are rock like steps a couple of feet away" border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bt2rDikQI/AAAAAAAAA8U/DxedRdi_TDI/s320/DSC_0127.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first time Bob has ever seen this much water..&lt;br /&gt;he was kind of scared of it and didn't want to get in. He just&lt;br /&gt;did laps around the doggy pool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bt_TrVtpI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/0EobaW-jeVo/s1600/DSC_0146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob on the steepest slope trying to investigate the water" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bt_TrVtpI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/0EobaW-jeVo/s320/DSC_0146.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got a little bit braver after a while and decided to&lt;br /&gt;check it out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-buJYquLDI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Qx59XCJMqsc/s1600/DSC_0147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob completely in the water, only his head is showing" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-buJYquLDI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Qx59XCJMqsc/s320/DSC_0147.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that was a steep slope and he slipped in - he didn't like&lt;br /&gt;it too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-buRrF01cI/AAAAAAAAA8g/S5NylSPELxw/s1600/DSC_0150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Close up of Bob - He is trying to hang on to the big rounded edge of the pool - there is a mass of fur up in the top corner" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-buRrF01cI/AAAAAAAAA8g/S5NylSPELxw/s320/DSC_0150.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He couldn't get out at that spot and he wouldn't move the 2 feet over&lt;br /&gt;to the steps - he just wanted out. Thats Dakota in the corner -&lt;br /&gt;he tried to help :/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bw0GFgNWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/PmJBW2jUd_o/s1600/DSC_0142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob running on the side of the pool he has a funny face here, his ears are straight out in the air and his front left and back right legs are sticking straight out in the air" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bw0GFgNWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/PmJBW2jUd_o/s320/DSC_0142.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob doing more laps after his traumatic experience.. I think&lt;br /&gt;he was slipping here lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bunDGyNwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/jhRaS6loRjs/s1600/DSC_0155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ben trying to lure Bob into the water with a bright yellow ball, both Bob and Dakota are trying to inch their way into the water" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bunDGyNwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/jhRaS6loRjs/s320/DSC_0155.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben helped him figure out that the water was actually&lt;br /&gt;fun though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-buxxD20pI/AAAAAAAAA8s/QkrDHWecIaw/s1600/DSC_0157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob in the water up to his chest and butt still sticking out" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-buxxD20pI/AAAAAAAAA8s/QkrDHWecIaw/s320/DSC_0157.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So he slowly ventured out farther.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bu8JoHB2I/AAAAAAAAA8w/4XvOtZmNM58/s1600/DSC_0170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob almost all the way in the water with a tennis ball in his mouth" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bu8JoHB2I/AAAAAAAAA8w/4XvOtZmNM58/s320/DSC_0170.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He finally started to play!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvJtelaxI/AAAAAAAAA80/vb7d2V-vlO4/s1600/DSC_0183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ben holding up that big yellow ball and water is coming out of holes in it, Bob is trying to catch all of the water in his mouth" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvJtelaxI/AAAAAAAAA80/vb7d2V-vlO4/s320/DSC_0183.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And play some more ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvVfDSZ9I/AAAAAAAAA84/qHJ9jT8w-ZA/s1600/DSC_0192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alfie the chocolate labradoodle, running around the pool" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvVfDSZ9I/AAAAAAAAA84/qHJ9jT8w-ZA/s320/DSC_0192.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Alfie Showed up!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvdrXI3wI/AAAAAAAAA88/H2zjjLKO3d8/s1600/DSC_0194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sugar cookies in the shape of Texas with red white and blue icing, they say GDTX on them. There are also puppy shaped cookies with little blue jackets that begin to say Guide Dog Puppy. You can see G.U.I. and P.U." border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvdrXI3wI/AAAAAAAAA88/H2zjjLKO3d8/s320/DSC_0194.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and there were some really cute cookies!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvmKihr4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/z4eGghYeZM0/s1600/DSC_0201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and piper standing by the pool, Piper is barking at Bob and Bob looks like he's about to bark back" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvmKihr4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/z4eGghYeZM0/s320/DSC_0201.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept getting Bob and Piper mixed up - they are 'siblings'&lt;br /&gt;some how.. maybe same Dad (?) Piper is on the left with the&lt;br /&gt;blue collar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvxjtAI2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/U3J_Q9CIcm8/s1600/DSC_0216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Celia, a black lab with all four feet inside the big metal tub, she's flinging her head around and can see water slash slobber coming out of her mouth - gross lol" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bvxjtAI2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/U3J_Q9CIcm8/s320/DSC_0216.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celia decided to get into the big tubs that had tons of ice and&lt;br /&gt;drinks - how nice of her - guess the pool wasn't cold enough!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bv7mhU33I/AAAAAAAAA9I/j5nrIrw95H4/s1600/DSC_0220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alfie standing in the play area, under a ramp his pretty orangey brown eyes are really bright in the sun" border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bv7mhU33I/AAAAAAAAA9I/j5nrIrw95H4/s320/DSC_0220.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alfie hid a ball under that ramp - little hoarder!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-cFGp0V6ZI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Z1_HGkZSPYo/s1600/DSC_0232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob standing with is front two feet in the pool, he's looking at me and the pretty water is in the background" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-cFGp0V6ZI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Z1_HGkZSPYo/s320/DSC_0232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;While all the other dogs were running around Bob went and&lt;br /&gt;got back into the pool.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bwor_wUcI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/An8kdSeYN2M/s1600/DSC_0196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alfie prancing around the yard with a huge piece of foil in his mouth, the wind from his running made it flip up into his face so he can't even see where he's going" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bwor_wUcI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/An8kdSeYN2M/s320/DSC_0196.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alfie stole the foil from the barbecue and pranced around&lt;br /&gt;with it - lol I love his little poodle prance :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bwOhoOO3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qwinyfAZ4KI/s1600/DSC_0241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and Alfie sharing a stick, they are facing each other and walking forward so it made bob's head flip funny so it is almost twisted and upside down" border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bwOhoOO3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qwinyfAZ4KI/s320/DSC_0241.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he tried to steal Bob's yummy stick - they actually&lt;br /&gt;played tug together for a while - until all the other dogs&lt;br /&gt;saw how much fun it was and then they all chased&lt;br /&gt;each other for that stick - oh fun!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bwYk8sn-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/pIhHF9pNuvE/s1600/DSC_0202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of Bob, Twist the German shepherd, a black lab and alfie in the background, Mo Jo one of the GDMI's chihuahua is standing right in front of twist looking up into her face" border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-bwYk8sn-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/pIhHF9pNuvE/s320/DSC_0202.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last little group picture - can you spot the outsider?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to see more pictures (100 +) from Puppy Splash Day you can check out my Facebook Album (you don't need an account) &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2250848&amp;amp;id=25418284&amp;amp;l=5189bcaf28"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to get to it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4536097429357802020?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4536097429357802020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4536097429357802020' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4536097429357802020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4536097429357802020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/puppy-splash-day.html' title='Puppy Splash Day'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-btrXnp0vI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/scVbsstIO6w/s72-c/DSC_0135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-4898452661993409557</id><published>2010-05-06T13:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:05:11.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>More editing</title><content type='html'>So, I have been trying to kick up my photography skills lately and was browsing some blogs when I came across &lt;a href="http://eltphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin's photography Blog&lt;/a&gt;, she is&lt;a href="http://puppiesintraining.blogspot.com/"&gt; Pompeii's raiser.&lt;/a&gt; I knew she was in a photography class and I don't know why I didn't realize she would have a blog about her photography, she has a blog for just about everything else ;) (How many do you have Erin? 4?) haha. Anyways, through my snooping I found another blog called &lt;a href="http://www.pixelperfectblog.com/"&gt;Pixel Perfect &lt;/a&gt;and she has little photography competitions so I wanted to enter this one. It's a before and after competition where you edit a photo and give the SOOC (straight out of camera) and then the edited one. So, here is my shot! It's back from spring break at my parents house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SOOC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-MAnx0E-1I/AAAAAAAAA8A/0VQYssntAkQ/s1600/DSC_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Close up picture of Darrell and Egypt, it shows Darrell's shoulder and some of his back and he's holding Egypt's face with his face pressed against her head, she has her mouth open and tongue kind of out she looks like she is smiling. Her eyes are also closed." border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-MAnx0E-1I/AAAAAAAAA8A/0VQYssntAkQ/s400/DSC_0158.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Edited Version - using Lightroom 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-MCI0qj0JI/AAAAAAAAA8E/dnSLc5_mLY8/s1600/DSC_0158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Edited photo is cropped so its a close up of both Darrell's and Egypt's heads, they are now on the far right of the picture instead of the center and the color is changed to sepia tone which is the brown colored pictures, there is a burn effect around the picture also. That makes it look like the faded black circle around it." border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-MCI0qj0JI/AAAAAAAAA8E/dnSLc5_mLY8/s400/DSC_0158.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixelperfectblog.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4439779044_27e3214dc0_o.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-4898452661993409557?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/4898452661993409557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=4898452661993409557' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4898452661993409557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/4898452661993409557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-editing.html' title='More editing'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-MAnx0E-1I/AAAAAAAAA8A/0VQYssntAkQ/s72-c/DSC_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-33151113488850652</id><published>2010-05-04T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:24:27.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluebonnets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>This is what I do when I should be studying....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I make pretty pictures of Bob look prettier.... yay me! lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, Before:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8dVLWBjuOI/AAAAAAAAA44/BPo7BkgU0kI/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="picture of Bob from the bluebonnet photos, he is sitting in a patch of bluebonnets and looking at the camera with his mouth slightly open, from this you can tell it was kind of cloudy and none of the colors are really sharp." border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8dVLWBjuOI/AAAAAAAAA44/BPo7BkgU0kI/s400/DSC_0180.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and After:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-Dw5ysv-KI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eKxvo6CrfN0/s1600/DSC_0180-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The same picture of Bob from above except the flowers and colors all look brighter, there is also a very low fade to black that makes a very subtle circle around Bob, I also took off the tag that was sticking out of Bob's jacket, covered it up with fur lol." border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S-Dw5ysv-KI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eKxvo6CrfN0/s400/DSC_0180-Edit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lol. My first time working with photo editing software (besides cropping and my blog titles) What do you think?! Is it too much or just right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-33151113488850652?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/33151113488850652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=33151113488850652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/33151113488850652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/33151113488850652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-what-i-do-when-i-should-be.html' title='This is what I do when I should be studying....'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8dVLWBjuOI/AAAAAAAAA44/BPo7BkgU0kI/s72-c/DSC_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-7946446573839022479</id><published>2010-05-01T00:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:30:37.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Smarty Pants</title><content type='html'>So, I know I'm supposed to be studying and not writing blogs but something happened today that totally blew me away and guess who did it! Mr. Bob did! Haha. Today was the first time I have seen Bob actually "think" I guess haha. Not that he isn't smart, it's just everything he's been doing is commands; you know, sit, down, stay, find the seat/door/whatever. I haven't had much of a chance to do the other things because I have been so focused on finals and my last test (which was on the 2nd to last day of school - who does that?!) That we haven't really been to many stores and such.. where Bob would need to find bathrooms and counters and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, point of my excitement - Bob 'guided' me around an obstacle today and once we were past went back to his original 'line'. You must know that we haven't actually come to any obstacles that we have had to work around (except for people I guess) so I was really anxious to see what he would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S9u00dRiYmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/s-qmAU6ykSE/s1600/CIMG0157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob sitting on the side of the street, he is looking up the street away from me and his tongue is sort of out" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S9u00dRiYmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/s-qmAU6ykSE/s320/CIMG0157.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stopping on a 'curb' it slopes down straight into the street&lt;br /&gt;so these have been a bit tricky for Bob - he got plenty of practice today though ;) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We were walking in Darrell's brother's neighborhood and first came up to a truck that was sticking out onto the side walk a bit. I stopped Bob at it, showed it to him and then I led us around it and that was it. I wanted to see what he would do when we got back to it but just so happened we didn't take that same route back. However there was another car that was completely covering the sidewalk (Ours haha! - I'll have to remember that next time and park on the street lol.) Well, I wasn't really planning on working past our car, the turn into Mike's house is before the car so yeah.. Well, I wanted to see what Bob would do so I kept going and guess what! When we got up to the car he went straight down the driveway onto the street (which was about a foot or two away from the back of the car) and once we had passed it he tried to find a way back onto the sidewalk. What was really interesting was not only did he try and find his original line (the sidewalk) but that he knew not to go back up the driveway to get there. You see there was only about half a foot of driveway in between the car and the grass so instead of trying to go right back up there Bob continued to the next driveway. (Which was only about 2 feet away because Mike lives on a cul-de-sac.) So, we got back on the sidewalk and I praised like crazy - I'm so proud of that smart boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S9u02W1UXuI/AAAAAAAAA7c/sQA0z1NrI_g/s1600/CIMG0159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob in mid stride walking down the sidewalk, picture view is from his rear and above him" border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S9u02W1UXuI/AAAAAAAAA7c/sQA0z1NrI_g/s320/CIMG0159.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking on loose leash! Probably because he was &lt;br /&gt;getting tired but still good haha :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh - P.S. he ignored all the fenced in dogs like a pro! The only thing he was getting distracted by was a fire hydrant, which even Egypt had to be corrected at so I'm guessing it smelled really good haha. Well, after I corrected at the first fire hydrant we walked past another, I decided to get a video of this just incase he was good and remembered to 'leave it' haha. So here it is, you can't see the fire hydrant but you can see how the sidewalk curves around it and Bob stuck to the sidewalk like a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjkyqTkasQw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjkyqTkasQw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A link to the video incase you can't watch it here. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjkyqTkasQw"&gt;Click Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see how he was getting tired by the end of it. The walk wasn't even that long I think it was just the humidity today - probably the sun too. Both dogs seemed much happier on the way back though while we were walking in the shade haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the video and pictures aren't the best - they were taken on my phone because my camera is out of battery lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-7946446573839022479?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/7946446573839022479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=7946446573839022479' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7946446573839022479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/7946446573839022479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/05/smarty-pants.html' title='Smarty Pants'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S9u00dRiYmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/s-qmAU6ykSE/s72-c/CIMG0157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-5716082250790812282</id><published>2010-04-23T17:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:22:49.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Bob's a freak..*Sorry, now has an Alt Tag</title><content type='html'>Lol. Here's a weird picture I took of him the other day - I walk in the room and this is what I find.. Does anyone else find it as freaky as I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S9IhMBDeDiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/l33QvB8hkR4/s1600/DSC_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob laying in his crate, his right front leg is bent in a very funny angle where his elbow is pointing in towards his left leg and then his paw is resting towards his left also. It just looks freaky." border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S9IhMBDeDiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/l33QvB8hkR4/s400/DSC_0247.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Promise that leg isn't broken by the way..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok - back to studying!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-5716082250790812282?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/5716082250790812282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=5716082250790812282' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5716082250790812282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5716082250790812282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/04/bobs-freak.html' title='Bob&apos;s a freak..*Sorry, now has an Alt Tag'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S9IhMBDeDiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/l33QvB8hkR4/s72-c/DSC_0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-5724566006231846893</id><published>2010-04-21T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:21:05.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell'/><title type='text'>5 Months, Training walk, and Finals!</title><content type='html'>So Bob is 5 months old today!! Yay Bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, this is going to be a somewhat long post because its going to be the last for a while. I have finals and won't be posting much for a week or three lol. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have started taking my smaller camera places with me so I can get pictures of Bob working, the pics aren't the greatest of quality but they work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok - First off will be the 5 things at 5 months!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He and Egypt are starting to get along very nicely - we can take them both out in public and not even have to worry about either of them messing with each other - well, him messing with her really. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-IUu8PN7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/AZzeFtwJadY/s1600/DSCF1974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A picture of Bob and Egypt laying down next to Darrell's leg, they are both working. Their heads are touching and their bodies opposite of each other." border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-IUu8PN7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/AZzeFtwJadY/s320/DSCF1974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They heart each other :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. His training is coming along great - I can confidently say he knows seats, doorways, steps (up and down) and how to target the passenger front door on the 'bus'. By bus I mean any vehicle we plan on getting into. He also knows all the basic commands that any good puppy should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-Ix7mJvWI/AAAAAAAAA54/db1E5VE1bP8/s1600/DSCF1969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="A picture of Bob at my feet, he's in his puppy jacket and looking up at me" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-Ix7mJvWI/AAAAAAAAA54/db1E5VE1bP8/s320/DSCF1969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm.. I'm hungry - can we go home yet?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. His canines still haven't fallen out! But his other front teeth have and they are growing in all white and shiny ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-S_ycGzvI/AAAAAAAAA6A/EEMxl0aqtNU/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="close up of Bob's teeth, all his front teeth are now big and white - his canines are still tiny and not as white. all of his big front teeth are about the same size as his tiny canines" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-S_ycGzvI/AAAAAAAAA6A/EEMxl0aqtNU/s320/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll eat your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;4. He makes this really funny noise when he yawns - not every time but at least his first 5 yawns of the day. Sometimes its a huge full out yawn noise, other times its just a little "ou-ah" type noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok, having issues uploading the video - will get soon promise :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He's very enthusiastic about his work - I actually have to work on him not pulling when I ask him to find something - But I'll talk more about his work in a minute ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-T2989LFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Qr2V3OBVG8k/s1600/DSC_0249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Close up of Bob's face, which is half in sunlight, one of his eyes got a lot of light and you can see the color really well, its a pretty dark brown." border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-T2989LFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Qr2V3OBVG8k/s320/DSC_0249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I know he's not working here but that face just shows&lt;br /&gt;you how attentive he can be ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bob's Training Walk! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Michelle, one of my friends and I went over to one of our malls to have a training walk with Bob. Well, I had never really been to this mall so it took a bit of searching to find Michelle. We knew we had to meet her upstairs in the food court so when we saw a staircase and a big walkway going into the mall above us we used it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-X_tyQY_I/AAAAAAAAA6g/_XIygbKnhiY/s1600/DSC_0220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and I inside of an outdoor elevator, I'm reaching for the button and Bob is sniffing something on the ground" border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-X_tyQY_I/AAAAAAAAA6g/_XIygbKnhiY/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We actually took this elevator first, then realized we hadn't&lt;br /&gt;gone up far enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-YgWIM2TI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zLK3XTSqpnM/s1600/Untitled1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob showing me the outdoor staircase, you can't really see his face because the picture is taken from the side and the railing is in the way but you can tell what he's doing" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-YgWIM2TI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zLK3XTSqpnM/s320/Untitled1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob, find the step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Well turns out that staircase and walkway only feeds one area of the upstairs part so had to find our way back down... Here's where it turns fun. lol. We couldn't find an actual staircase to take us downstairs and didn't want to trudge back the way we came so we went ahead and took the escalator, however we did it a little different because Bob isn't allowed to use escalators. So guess who got to carry him and guess who ran down the stairs to take a picture haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-WuxLF60I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/rUMqgLKxdIk/s1600/DSC_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me carrying Bob down an escalator, I've got him under my right arm and holding him steady with my right. He looks really big compared to me." border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-WuxLF60I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/rUMqgLKxdIk/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah - I can carry all 32 pounds of him!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get to the bottom of the escalator we are approached by a security guard who wanted to make sure Bob was a service dog. Understandable question seeing as I was still holding him haha. The guy also told us that pictures weren't allowed to be taken in the mall (I guess because of merchandising and knockoffs and stuff but really? thats dumb) So we actually don't have that many more pictures to show.. Sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after we met up with Michelle we sat and chatted for a bit, she had a funny story about how a customer of a PETSMART got mad at her because one of the puppies she had was barking... in a PETSMART. Haha. Ok, anyways, Michelle taught us how to find the 'girls' or ladies room (once Bob has that down he'll start learning the 'boys' or men's room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-tr0vv1RI/AAAAAAAAA6w/PsDQJb9Dai0/s1600/DSC_0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bob and I standing outside the women's bathroom, he's standing up facing me and I'm trying to situate his leash." border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-tr0vv1RI/AAAAAAAAA6w/PsDQJb9Dai0/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was sitting 2 seconds before the picture was taken - swear!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we found that we had to go inside and find the stall, specifically the handicapped stall so there is enough room for dog and person. Once I found that I was to find the toilet, sit on it and then flush it (its all about routine). Bob wasn't phased by the flushing which was really good, especially since it was one of those super sucker type flushing ones haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-uD_RKS2I/AAAAAAAAA64/MYsBIgppopU/s1600/DSC_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me sitting on the handicapped toilet with feet dangling and Bob sitting in front of me watching. I am fully clothed by the way lol." border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-uD_RKS2I/AAAAAAAAA64/MYsBIgppopU/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok Bob - now find me some toilet paper :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was done with my potty break I had to ask bob to find the 'counter' in the bathroom - or mainly the sink area. However, counter will be used for things like the sinks as well as check out counters in stores, and they must have people behind them! Once I washed my hands I had to take Bob over the hand drier and run it. This one he was a little bit afraid of but recovered nicely - it was one of those air jets where they just use high powered air instead of air plus heat... so it made a lot of noise lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the trashcan once we were out of the bathroom - I had a random piece of trash, can't remember from where haha. Oh, I almost forgot - we also got to find the elevator and the button (the button will be used for elevators as well as cross walks) so yeah, I think thats about it lol. Anyways, all of those finds are pretty much the basis of all the finds Bob will do. &amp;nbsp;I think I got all of them in there haha. So yeah, once we were done all of us headed out to Michelle's 'bus' and got in so she could drive us over to ours haha. Bob then had one last little shot from the Vet's office and after a while attended my first ever Cardio Kickboxing class with me. That was interesting but fun lol. He was on tie-down over in a corner the whole time and did very well.. Hopefully thats because he's a good dog and not because of that shot haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-ueHlgprI/AAAAAAAAA7A/qQu4B2yK2-Q/s1600/DSC_0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me sitting next to plush mountain in the disney store, Bob is sitting next to me looking towards the camera" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-ueHlgprI/AAAAAAAAA7A/qQu4B2yK2-Q/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob at the Disney store - working on distractions.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed animals = pretty big distractions - he kept trying to grab the purple&lt;br /&gt;elephant that is sitting behind him.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok, on to finals!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically - I have finals coming up and a ton of stuff to do so don't expect a new update until May 7th - which is my last final. If I happen to take any cute pictures or anything I might be able to squeeze them in but I won't really be able to write any extensive posts.. just so you know and so you don't miss us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Here is a picture of Darrell heading out to the car all by himself - the power of forgetting your I.D. and wanting a drink to go with dinner huh? lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-IdnnKKlI/AAAAAAAAA5w/sPcjN60Y1Vs/s1600/DSCF1976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture of the back of Darrell and Egypt, they are walking towards the entrance of Chili's" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-IdnnKKlI/AAAAAAAAA5w/sPcjN60Y1Vs/s320/DSCF1976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay Darrell!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3808506432719209782-5724566006231846893?l=puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/feeds/5724566006231846893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3808506432719209782&amp;postID=5724566006231846893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5724566006231846893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3808506432719209782/posts/default/5724566006231846893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyraisingescapades.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-months-training-walk-and-finals.html' title='5 Months, Training walk, and Finals!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518981205602798030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/SwRhZ-Qjv3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Iehd1GD77T8/S220/DSC_0109.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4coU71foaj8/S8-IUu8PN7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/AZzeFtwJadY/s72-c/DSCF1974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808506432719209782.post-2309253532411182409</id><published>2010-04-16T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:24:18.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><title type='text'>Dogs in the Garden</title><content type='html'>Last night Darrell, I and the dogs took a trip to the Olive Garden. We were invited there by a fellow UTSA student / Service Dog trainer. There were originally supposed to be six of us there however 2 couldn't make it so it wound up being four. There was Dana (the SD trainer) and her friend (Rebecca), they both actually use service dogs so they both had one, and Darrell and I with ours. It was very interesting to see another side of the service dog world (apart from just Guide Dogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana's dog Storm is a Malinois and she is trained for Mobility Assistance, Medical Assistance and Medic Alert. Rebecca, who is from out of state handles a huge Doberman, his name is Rex and he is trained as a Dog Guide, Mobility assistant and Hearing Alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there talking and telling stories for quite a while, poor Rebecca has had some major issues with some airports lately; hope the flight home is ok! Bob did amazingly while under t
