tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279027122024-03-14T06:32:11.935-07:00Ellie the BoxerUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-38148994180938776042007-07-22T17:51:00.001-07:002007-07-22T18:02:56.328-07:00It's hot, hot, hot!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mommy has brought us back to Montana! And it's very, very hot. We have none of this thing called A/C so Mommy sets up a fan to keep me cool!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjeyJC_xzfzF1hPnKHWNLtRJV24OzvYhF5x5_lsOIaIYiTCLOsJz9F4KMlOTfIyAWbD3EvAsVy02VeP47hM4iZt6AAHgkQSxWJlz46bL1_Nai7mn1dQYyf8X1XIu5h7ImpDqw8/s1600-h/107_0797.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090189800729575666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjeyJC_xzfzF1hPnKHWNLtRJV24OzvYhF5x5_lsOIaIYiTCLOsJz9F4KMlOTfIyAWbD3EvAsVy02VeP47hM4iZt6AAHgkQSxWJlz46bL1_Nai7mn1dQYyf8X1XIu5h7ImpDqw8/s320/107_0797.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Ok, so I thought I could show you some pictures of me panting away this heat wave, but I had a better idea...I thought I'd show you some pics from this time last year when we were also experiencing a horrible heat wave! I do love sitting in front of the fan to stay cool although I don't like the way it blows my ears!<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiq8dbQ7NVdyn9zWXxuGCGnA7UonU_SNsq9-am8UNP-y1dyfN4iKLDwfdr-GgeazCR7XRzNStxiIYm_9HFf2_dRwvA_9KmZSSsYrV6g3NCQIF6-JOY1328r7dLnZN8lgd_VYt/s1600-h/108_0801.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090189809319510274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiq8dbQ7NVdyn9zWXxuGCGnA7UonU_SNsq9-am8UNP-y1dyfN4iKLDwfdr-GgeazCR7XRzNStxiIYm_9HFf2_dRwvA_9KmZSSsYrV6g3NCQIF6-JOY1328r7dLnZN8lgd_VYt/s320/108_0801.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I love to lick ice cubes! They're great this time of year. Mommy puts them in my water bowl and I love to "bob" for them. Sometimes I end up blowing bubbles in the water when I stick my nose under.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've grown up an awful lot since this time last year... I just wish it was a little bit cooler.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hope you all are a little bit cooler wherever you are in the world!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-65308775221086639322007-07-17T07:44:00.000-07:002007-07-17T07:50:25.162-07:00MOMMY'S HOME!!!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yay! Mommy's home! And that mean's I'm back!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok...so I only have a minute to blog cuz I'm so excited that MOmmy's home! She got home Saturday, and we have been playing lots. Today we are going to the park if it will stop raining. (Sure it doesn't rain in the last month until the day Mommy and I plan to go the park!) I have driven gramma nuts because I'm so restless, and there are some weird noises coming from the neighbor's house so I pooped in the living room yesterday (this did not make gramma happy!), but I was too scared to go outside. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am just so excited that Mommy's home. We're staying at gramma's for a little bit longer then heading back to MT soon. Mommy says she doesn't really want to go back to MT because it's really really hot and no one has air conditioning. That sounds ok to me though, because that means Mommy will take me to play in the river, and even though I don't like water, I will make concessions when it gets hot enough.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh yes, and now that Mommy's home, she's no longer a cadet! She is very excited about this because she is now officially an Army Officer. She says she really likes her butter bar. I'm a little disappointed, the butter flavor was lacking when I tried to chew it off her uniform. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nubbily Wiggles,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ellie the Boxer</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-64869392069105920142007-05-28T13:49:00.000-07:002007-05-28T14:08:57.647-07:00For Ellie?<div align="center">So Saturday Mommy came in with a special box, and told me it was special for Ellie. But because she had to go to work, I couldn't open it til yesterday. This made me very sad, but I was very patient and finally the moment arrived!!</div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjyO20ghsMuMDrqiKseFaY25Mo4Nxm-xt5Ehm7vF6nqk0N-DAVWtM_IW8nEyC9a8_8C2rDVvvE-P5FZTu-6iXjwbxJK9fx3HP1Y51AFqLl_6TFXwGpaYxTM4R9xXucCyFGH9t/s1600-h/066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069718263076550802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjyO20ghsMuMDrqiKseFaY25Mo4Nxm-xt5Ehm7vF6nqk0N-DAVWtM_IW8nEyC9a8_8C2rDVvvE-P5FZTu-6iXjwbxJK9fx3HP1Y51AFqLl_6TFXwGpaYxTM4R9xXucCyFGH9t/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /></a> This isn't what I did to the box...this is what the mailman did! How rude! Breaking into my box!</p><div align="center">The box was from my boyfriend Peanut! He sent me lots of yummy goodies, and a new toy that whistles at me and says "I love you"! It is my new favorite toy!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0T7ABvxGTbQF_AsWHfJcz2EOYTu8WymAMQJ3qmnq72mf1dg1rFoqSZiN7tZVrBxYPxVPlVcnahJZHK2Fw1JJl0lGDGH9872Gg_w_z4H5H_Y1pEGHwnUli_gwhGsBd3t0QOXNt/s1600-h/067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069718275961452706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0T7ABvxGTbQF_AsWHfJcz2EOYTu8WymAMQJ3qmnq72mf1dg1rFoqSZiN7tZVrBxYPxVPlVcnahJZHK2Fw1JJl0lGDGH9872Gg_w_z4H5H_Y1pEGHwnUli_gwhGsBd3t0QOXNt/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>But then something bad happened...I was whipping my new toy around and I pulled one of his legs off. I was very sad! But I took the toy to Mommy, because she gets mad when I pull the stuffing out of my toys. Then I waited very patiently while Mommy pulled out a needle and thread and sewed his leg back on! Phew! Mommy told me I need to be more careful and that she only performed the surgery because she was already sewing the new buttons on her uniform. </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-O5wsjRo4CSU0YAOdUJKIRrO0c-Nh9hAaU_P3LB7NYaObDj_uGOwd9v2tTXG80n9lVbxUghHNdTAoZWzilin79GrzoUj0MuhA9kThBaWl1xwv24JcpE1fdsjqHN43H1dq6vBs/s1600-h/064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069718284551387314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-O5wsjRo4CSU0YAOdUJKIRrO0c-Nh9hAaU_P3LB7NYaObDj_uGOwd9v2tTXG80n9lVbxUghHNdTAoZWzilin79GrzoUj0MuhA9kThBaWl1xwv24JcpE1fdsjqHN43H1dq6vBs/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center">This is me cuddled up with my Octopus. Mommy thought I looked cute curled up with my pink toy, with my pink collar on my pink blanket. I thought it was very rude of her to wake me up just so she could take a picture. Sometimes Mommies have no respect for puppy naps!</p><br /><p align="center">Grrr....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069720328955820226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOfXUkogaU5nn2y_2FhVaVhNKW3gqVu5n7_T_G4M2UvhChY7JjWfgt3JwewmqnuHF7T0l9EEwOYa-7_464Qb-cRNlfZS2XGzA7tujHN4-ofZOVT8qxQWaZY0quJncnZihIvJ5/s320/106_0684.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Oh yes...and I was tagged to show my belly! This is me last summer when I was still a wee pup and had a pudgy belly and much fewer spots! Hee, hee...enjoy!</p><p align="center">Nubbily Wiggles,<br />Ellie the Boxer</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-75779506628259006402007-05-14T10:54:00.000-07:002007-05-14T11:35:40.093-07:00ELLIE is BACK!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hi all! Ellie is back!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've been gone for awhile cuz Mommy was writing her thesis for graduate school, but now she's all done and I have kidnapped the laptop again!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is my Mommy at her graduation this Saturday. I didn't get to go to the ceremony, which I thought was a rip off since I helped her so much with her thesis! Either way, I thought my Mommy looked very pretty. I wanted to help decorate her black gown with Ellie hair, but Mommy didn't think this was funny.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064482075154990210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xZrIilwaYWE5W_9iUM3MM2SGc8PVN_YqruDKlivnwI3drLmeJpP5pt4YzRKSyTUWMiVebTBuiOtAX91isqc6XpocTnPKkiB3ZGYCBulIfkW-1Z7D1CmYsclq5egbg_4U7Den/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After her graduation ceremony, Mommy had to go to an Army ceremony. She wasn't very thrilled, but she got to see her good friend Heather. Remember my friend Chloe from last summer? Heather is Chloe's Mommy. Heather and my Mommy both receive their Commission's this summer as 2LT in the US Army.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064482715105117330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSxVubaC1J1oDHj2uck2oEJIVUOq8B3phM55AtHWbHVc5AOI3-Hewr2BAEzTSXN1xXcQI3cgvWZq5hzL4xKfe1ce8eBcfD6B0rzXvnT24-_xzd5amwkC2FnkL2SDGKkDXFu7M/s320/113.JPG" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With the grandparents in town, this has meant lots of play time for Ellie! I'm a fan! But grandpa doesn't understand that playing with Ellie is a full-time job. Also, grandma is confused about me sleeping on MY bed. She keeps kicking me off the bed, and I have to sneak back on in the middle of the night. But nevertheless, I like having them here.<br /></span></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRqoeTXh0gDWazRMWmpAi2jM5iHFCTmn6CjtpjWrw8QHBMdMQABRXlraYzopQLnNAfNbqJ6oUk5ShbgEQQUCXTiQfWv-La2d0iJZcHBb-nvUwZ16yMNfukIKB8m9MvaIEKALr/s1600-h/090.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064479785937421410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRqoeTXh0gDWazRMWmpAi2jM5iHFCTmn6CjtpjWrw8QHBMdMQABRXlraYzopQLnNAfNbqJ6oUk5ShbgEQQUCXTiQfWv-La2d0iJZcHBb-nvUwZ16yMNfukIKB8m9MvaIEKALr/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Well, I hope you all are doing well, and I look forward to hearing from you all again! And now that I'm back, you will be hearing from me often, so check back soon!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nubbily Wiggles,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ellie the Boxer</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-70636256338924048242007-04-09T20:24:00.000-07:002007-04-09T20:34:21.264-07:00Where's Ellie?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguxfn5Zr1TdMolNgeep3-mihJpp9nVJ9iih1eq4mW3Jj3DBQLXN8LaiHn-xEOmrlWI9R6X2iM_c2j4oJvQIQlMtm8W_eLWHycgXpSFeS0zCXaXldc-jJjcjoLsU8p1r9-HN0V/s1600-h/108_0821.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051635948471561538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguxfn5Zr1TdMolNgeep3-mihJpp9nVJ9iih1eq4mW3Jj3DBQLXN8LaiHn-xEOmrlWI9R6X2iM_c2j4oJvQIQlMtm8W_eLWHycgXpSFeS0zCXaXldc-jJjcjoLsU8p1r9-HN0V/s320/108_0821.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Hi everyone! </div><div align="center">This is Ellie's Mommy.</div><div align="center">I apologize for hogging the computer from Ellie the last little bit. I have been busily working on my thesis to try to graduate at the end of the semester. I also have been desperately trying to keep my head on straight with all of my army stuff. And then with work and classes and all the running around with puppy, Ellie just hasn't gotten her paws on the laptop recently. She's been very busy with her hikes. She went today and loved the mud from the downpour of rain we got early this morning. She misses you all and will be back soon! In the meantime, she's doing her best to stay up to date on all your blogs and you can always keep in her touch with by email!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">For now, she's snoring and dreaming of her favorite dirt pile and</div><div align="center">yummy budding flowers to chase and eat!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Love,</div><div align="center">Ellie's Mommy</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-3314804673928200412007-03-29T10:59:00.000-07:002007-03-29T11:07:46.693-07:00Missing my Mommy<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hi pups!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mommy has been gone all week and I miss her horribly. I've been harrassing Bernie and chewing on my bone to keep from missing her too much, but life just isn't the same. And grandma keeps putting this weird long thing next to my head that she uses to talk to other hoomans I guess...and then I can hear Mommy's voice. Grandma thinks it's funny when I go looking for Mommy after I hear her voice. I can hear her but I can't see her or find her.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've also had a pretty big job this week. The grandparents have gotten a little careless with Bernie. They keep shutting him in rooms and leaving him without noticing, which isn't surprising because Uncle Bernie has become quite the quiet guy. And Bernie doesn't seem to mind so much, he just curls up by the door and takes a nap til they realize he's missing. However, this puts a damper on my harrassing him and chasing him and playing with him. So everytime the grandparents (particularly grandpa) locks Uncle Berns in a room, I faithfully sit by the door and whine until a hooman takes notice. I'm such a good girl!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nubbily Wiggles,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ellie</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-46796259637445518642007-03-20T09:21:00.000-07:002007-03-20T09:36:14.587-07:00Itchie Ellie!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqKgzzdNwCqNEaXgNOYACbMEsLHom7AJPGhC2WxKVVEN5VH5oas1dSWaGLKEJJaInokPihUKVsy2RMMsxo3Twsg4aHDx2oeSi8pey8HoWyqOhAbMfCh3GpG3CP5At6r1BK8AE/s1600-h/110_1014_2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044043722671782002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqKgzzdNwCqNEaXgNOYACbMEsLHom7AJPGhC2WxKVVEN5VH5oas1dSWaGLKEJJaInokPihUKVsy2RMMsxo3Twsg4aHDx2oeSi8pey8HoWyqOhAbMfCh3GpG3CP5At6r1BK8AE/s320/110_1014_2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hi Pups!</div><br /><div></div>Today Mommy came home from working out and she found me in my crate covered with blistering hives all over my tummy and legs! She gave me a little Benadryl, stripped my crate of its blankets and gave me a bath! All I want to do is lounge around and be a lazy puppy because of my belly hurts. Mommy used special shampoo in my bath but it still made me whine and groan and getting dried off was the worst!<br /><br />Mommy wants to know if any of you get hives and what your Mommies do for you. Mommy wants to take me to the vet, but she can't right now because of her Army stuff. Which means the soonest she could take me is tomorrow morning (or to the ER vet tonight if she has to). Mommy doesn't like taking me to the vet for my hives though cuz all they do is give me Benadryl and send me home. So I lay in my green bed by the heat vent and moan (which Mommy would think is funny if I didn't have the hives!).<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044043731261716610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnDqnrXjx6RkrYU1Lsl36PDCvjhTcmAAhbll_g4_YFg5MogMfZ4qdjbrJrjH0hDIgKmvY0HUV0PdDgrLgDTzUU91kdN7G-FcK5ya7dIPFDOIJLRGPqERLuqFzLeE_U1rmlyoS/s320/109_0996.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Mommy says it's time for the special lotion that will make my tummy feel better. I'm going to go get some of that! I'll keep you posted on the situation, but I think I'll take a nap for now!!!<br /><br />Not so nubbily wiggles...<br />Itchie EllieUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-67890263468525266562007-03-10T06:32:00.000-08:002007-03-10T06:53:39.544-08:00Sheesh!<div>I know I know...I've been gone forever! I miss you all, trust me.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Things have been a little crazy in my house. First, Mommy hogs the computer all the time working on her thesis and then if she's not working on it, she's gone, and I'm in my crate. I'm still working on my breaking out skills so I can use the laptop in her absence. Someone please tell Mommy how important it is that I get MY time too!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So here's an update...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Last weekend we went down to UT for Mommy's army stuff. Only this time was different. First, my hike was cancelled which made me very upset. Then Mommy packed the car in the middle of the afternoon (usually we leave when it's still dark out). I was confused, but Mommy had a plan. We drove down half way to UT and spent the night in ID in "puppy friendly" hotel.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040305825843681042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTGyzsahgKVHH-15i815Z2AKSP6O3PwPaOmIkeFdqlU6CDy534PeT_uxsEglzFTo3UMfYkXqSzP8IVSOGSp157Tnx-3bP5G1JpV1e4UccLUAIN79rS-1dsQRBHwIA_GVRi1MO/s320/110_1062.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p>At first, I wasn't sure about this cuz there were lots of funny smells, but then....I saw the bed! King size and all mine!!! Mommy sure does know how to treat a puppy!!! Woohoo! I don't think Mommy was happy when I kept waking her up though. It's not my fault there were lots of sounds that needed growling at in the middle of the night.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040305817253746434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZPDZbcyuneTPoeMkHTzzgSkLHzozSEBS6VPmSVB8XN1e1InrZEOkGUcwJSyAUDNj6xYDl_3JfozHXmnVdSKwgf_suB9QAglEAa1CwqG-ZE2WKd6hGsABVNnbQcuAcYREeoVs/s320/110_1060.JPG" width="200" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040305830138648354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHxvgd82NrKJP7gZLc4RIGw6ezvydj9tPE4GDOYvFyRr6FZsyv7iENq4U1FrIS3BHjnVqHWfmCYItcyRD9nJHmcmOx75w5u1rD71XQDbrgKbDDSXdY5B_v0n5LN1KzsJV2sRf9/s320/110_1061.JPG" width="292" border="0" /></p><p>Of course, I was thrilled to find that it had snowed when we got back. The first matter of business was to put on my coat and run around the trail! Mommy and I had lots of fun...then she had to get back to her thesis thing again. I missed Bernie. We had a lot of fun last weekend and played together lots. He's doing pretty good for a man his age! Speaking of age...did you know I'll be one year old on April 2...that's really really soon!</p><p>Anyways...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040305808663811826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Op1EshwI-p1Kp1gkIq8V4c6RNXEaSfHzKz27nLhe1xQeIMxW6v_KS3HPgokU0KwjykXfe7CLsqL4TvLcuT1WXPj49x8d7Su8hwIdlbbt7O1_ErLlpUBSE-2TnM39Lhw5cm2K/s320/110_1058.JPG" width="282" border="0" /></p><p>So of course I've been a good girl lately. And Mommy was inspired my friend Cairo's V-Day blog. Cairo got some yummy shrimp for V-Day and she loved them! Well, Mommy got some shrimp to treat herself after all her hard work last weekend and she shared a couple bites with me! Mmm...It was so yummy! I love shrimp! Now anytime she busts out the shrimp, I come running! I haven't gotten anymore tho.</p><p>And last but not least was this morning...or I guess I should start with yesterday. Mommy had a really bad day, so after she got home from her workout she was crying and she climbed in bed and didn't move until 4 in the afternoon. And this was only to go to work. Good thing she had work! I was a good puppy and stayed by my Mommy all day! I didn't eat, or go outside too much, I just slept by my Mommy. She gave me a big dinner when she got home from work which I wolfed down.</p><p>This morning, Mommy woke up early, much to my dismay, and left the house. I wanted more cuddle time, but Mommy said she wanted a good start on today. Today is going to be a good day! Since this started with me getting up early and going into my crate, I didn't see how it was a good day...but I trusted my Mommy... then she arrived home with this!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040305834433615666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqT7S4pqzOgfgYT304pJyrEhLkks4ZX7l8K3AWpa94wO-QacKOvTW56SivmzMEbrp61BoMx_d7MmoTfIAj7Wwtr7pDFCzCoQUbvef01UZHQyN2dDI8Ws_60AgxzpL_lcxjfXj2/s320/110_1068.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>Mommy had gone to breakfast and ordered a steak and egg breakfast with pancakes...And she brought some home to Ellie!!!!! Holy cow! What a way to start the day! And it nearly filled my bowl! Mommy said I was so good yesterday cuddling with her, that I deserved an extra special treat! And when I was done with my breakfast, she even let me borrow the laptop for a few minutes to paw out today's blog and let me visit a few of you! I hope you all are well! I'm off to take a nap!</p><p>Nubbily Wiggles, wiggles and more wiggles,<br />Ellie the Boxer</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-35159206167768284852007-02-23T08:56:00.000-08:002007-02-27T19:56:54.236-08:00Silly Ellie...Sneaky EllieSorry guys,<br /><br />I've been really bad at writing in my blog lately! Jeez...you'd think I was busy or something! In truth, I haven't been so much busy as busy getting into trouble.<br /><br />One night this week I snuck downstairs in the middle of the night and went pee pee by the front door for no good reason. Just to see if I could make it downstairs, do a pee pee and get back into bed without Mommy noticing. Unfortunately, this did not make Mommy very happy.<br /><br />A couple days later I was waiting for Steve to come pick me up for my hike. It's a good thing it was a hike day! Mommy caught me twice sneaking onto the couch (where I am not allowed). Again, I just wanted to see if I could. I'd quietly sneak up on the couch and then just sit there and wait to see if Mommy noticed. She sure did, and again, Mommy was not very happy.<br /><br />Now you know why it's a good thing I had a hike day! I needed to get some restless energy out! But when I got home from my hike yesterday Mommy was really sick, again (hence why there are no pictures). So I put away my silly antics and curled up with my Mommy. I know when she doesn't feel good cuz she'll spread out a bunch of blankets and pillows on the floor so I can cuddle with her and this is just what I did. Mommy was up very late and I was a good girl and stayed up with her. Now I'm a very tired puppy! I usually take a big nap after a hike, but there's no rest for a good puppy like me!<br /><br />Luckily for me, I was rewarded for my tireless efforts. It snowed this morning. So Mommy put my jacket on me, and let me run around outside for a bit. Now I'm inside getting warm on my heat vent...and I think I'll take a nap!<br /><br />More soon, my wonderful puppy friends!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-75587577938774658652007-02-13T08:09:00.000-08:002007-02-14T08:00:46.968-08:00Happy Valentine's Day!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok...ok...<br />I've been a little lazy lately. Last week my hikes pooped me out! So I took lots of naps! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031418773753346338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPbTLSLPfMOe3xiSrTYc_qh46JcEPh-pk0VyXSMhN_3mqIlW4lp3zJY1GvUVSuEZhrNUyauaqdb9IHjZry22Jvt-IXFFj5wnie7ucTuJ2RunfV2V108Cfn4_YaFFpcn3yOKZx6/s320/110_1056.JPG" border="0" /><br />Then Mommy and I had to leave for UT. We haven't been there in awhile and we were both excited to go! Bernie is doing much better and he played a lot more than usual! Mommy also realized how much I've grown as he can now walk under me!<br /><br />Bernie was in good spirits so we chased each other around. Then we got in trouble when Mommy got really sick and gramma said we were making too much noise. (This is also why there's no pictures from this weekend...) While Mommy was sick I got very jealous when Bernie cuddled up to MY Mommy! The worst part was that Mommy seemed glad that he was cuddling with her. She said we could both cuddle with her, but I don't like sharing my Mommy...so I sulked in the opposite corner of the couch. On top of all this, I had to miss my hike Monday cuz we weren't back yet!<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031418786638248258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwES2rBCX3Vl_EPsd4yEoZdU__edCUiTe0THREMysU-QOeqJI_1bYVcXNOnmMNoYQLkZ64xO9qhG7bw-ljSuZmib0GIujxXU6jVn4QoqZYBE778V2oKXWEgUGOnQeuqvhM9e2o/s320/110_1005.JPG" border="0" /><br />Mommy and I made it back to MT Monday but then she went to the people vet and they told her no school today! This might make up for her cuddling with Bernie cuz she says we'll have our own special cuddle day today!</span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031418778048313650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_FsQyjAvoKH5bN2djTyoxqfAUFKhR2R6L48Eo6gauf6a_Q03qanaiXegAK1tRP3vgISdK_SFHmMYPmZngRrj542SqiSe42UVI_DAX5CPZgM247egdBso5-S07kjqmVrXLQ1c/s320/110_1057.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh yes...and Mommy got special heart cookies for me and my Valentine, Peanut. Since he can't really be here I ate them both...but I thought about him before I did. And although both cookies were tasty, it would have been better if he'd been here in person to enjoy them with me! Happy Valentine's Day Peanut! I send you lots of licks and nubbily wiggles! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Love, Ellie</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1170100575968691062007-01-29T10:57:00.000-08:002007-01-29T12:11:28.040-08:00Go Fetch!<div align="left">I have been a very gruff puppy! It's not that Mommy doesn't try to spend time with me...she's just been very very busy! We haven't gone to the bark park much or to <a href="http://www.gofetchdog.com">Go Fetch!</a> (my favorite store and puppy bakery).</div><div align="left">The Army makes Mommy wake up very early these days... </div><div align="left">so like a good puppy I wake up with her...</div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/622116/110_1010_2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/241669/110_1010_2.jpg" border="0" /></a>When Mommy gets home just after dawn, I start my day with a little in-house soccer. I love chasing my pretty pink soccer ball around the house! This is the part where Mommy has to go somewhere...that doesn't involve Ellie. </div><div align="center">But today something new happened...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/865992/110_1020_2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/502988/110_1020_2.jpg" border="0" /></a> This green bus pulled up in front of our house!!!</div><div align="center">I recognized it from when I visit my friend Scott at <a href="http://www.gofetchdog.com">Go Fetch!</a> </div><div align="center">Could it be??? Oh yes!! The bus was here...for me!! </div><div align="center">(Extreme nubbily wiggles!!)</div><div align="center">And Steve was here to take me on a hike! I wiggled into my new coat and Mommy walked me out to the bus! (which was kinda scary at first cuz it was noisy). I was the first doggie to be picked up today, but Steve picked up lots of doggies. Then we all rode the bus up the canyon!</div><div align="center">When we got out, all the doggies and I went hiking with Steve. I was a very good girl and stayed with the other doggies!</div><div align="center">And I almost forgot to tell you who was on the bus with me...Nina! </div><div align="center">She's the other white boxer in my town (there's only two of us)! I finally got to meet her. We are becoming good pals, as most boxers are!</div><div align="center">So anyways...Steve lead us through the woods and we all ran around. It was great fun! So many smells, so many sights, and so many doggies to play with!<br /></div><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/712961/110_1018_2.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Of course...this pooped me out! So I came home and crashed on my bed and I'm ready for a good long nap! The good news! Mommy says I get to go again in a couple days! Woo hoo!</p><p align="center">I can't wait to see Steve and all my new doggie friends again!<br />Mommy says she's sorry she's so busy and can't take me out to play as much but we still hang out around the house a lot. And I get lots of treats.</p><p align="center">At first I was upset about this lack of attention...but with this new hiking business in my schedule, I may just forgive Mommy afterall!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1169167275320383732007-01-18T15:57:00.000-08:002007-01-18T16:41:15.723-08:00What's that?<div align="center">This is Mommy's David.</div><div align="center">He likes to kidnap Mommy's camera and take pictures of himself when she's not looking. So I decided I would post it on my blog. Isn't he handsome? Mommy sure thinks so. I guess he's not bad looking for a hooman. He takes good care of my Mommy so I like him.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/638646/109_0994.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/47649/109_0994.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Mommy has noticed I like to hide behind the living room chair and peer out at her, particularly after we come inside from the cold, cold, cold weather. So she decided to investigate what on earth I find so interesting back here...</div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/522649/109_0999_2.jpg" border="0" /> Well, truth be told: it's the heat vent! It's nice and warm and toasty! Sometimes I like to let the warm air blow on my face. Sometimes I like to lay my body across the whole thing and get my belly warm! Mommy thinks this is silly...I think it's just good puppy sense!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/400639/109_0997_2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/726973/109_0997_2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now Mommy thinks I'm small for my age (9 1/2 mos), so she would like to start a poll of all my readers. Please let us know your age, height at the withers (shoulder), and weight. Oh yes, and your breed if you're not a boxer. I'm curious how big or small everyone is, even if Mommy just wants to know about the boxer babies. As for me, well I'm about 50 lbs last time Mommy put me on the scale, but she has no idea how tall I am...I won't hold still that long. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">No I don't know the command for stand. I simply refuse to learn it!</div><div align="center"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1168900988565197342007-01-15T14:14:00.000-08:002007-01-15T16:28:31.246-08:00Lazy Dawg Days of Winter<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Puppy Alert! Flash is Home! Puppy Alert!</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center">My friend Peanut's brother Flash, has found his way home. He's sleeping now but we're all glad he made it back to his family.</div><div align="center">Check <a href="http://peanuts-thoughts.blogspot.com/">Peanut's blog</a> for the updates!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Mommy and I have been taking it easy. This is the last week of her winter break before she goes back to school, and she wants to enjoy it! Luckily I get to enjoy it with her...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/283926/109_0988.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/90588/109_0988.jpg" border="0" /></a> My new favorite past time is staring out the window. I like to look outside and watch the world pass me by. Sometimes I like to bark and growl too. This is a perfect activity for chewing a bone or dismembering a stuffed toy! </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/649193/109_0993.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/78803/109_0993.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's been very cold here! Sometimes at night the temp has been -15 below O. Then Mommy has to take me out very quickly and I wiggle under the pillow in my new bed to keep warm. I've also learned that I can wiggle under the covers on Mommy's bed. This keeps me warm at night when I cuddle next to Mommy and a warm puppy means a warm Mommy. I'm going to go find a heat vent to lie down by! It's the last of the lazy dawg days of winter...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">PS: my grandpa goes in for surgery tomorrow so please keep your paws crossed that everything goes well for him. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Oh yes, and Bernie is doing much better too! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1168293239664970282007-01-08T13:36:00.000-08:002007-01-08T13:53:59.696-08:00Ode to Bernie!<div align="center">My Uncle Bernie is not doing so well, again...</div><div align="center">Last night he jumped off the couch at my grandparents' house and his back legs gave out. Then he had an accident on the floor. Grandma said that it only took a minute for him to be okay but it was kinda scary! Today he's sleeping lots and taking it easy with grandpa. Speaking of grandpa... the people vet told him today that he has to have surgery on his neck next Tuesday. Mommy told me to tell you all he has "a herniated disk between his 5th and 6th cervical vertebrae". I hate it when Mommy gets technical! Mommy is very sad and wants us to go down to UT but we have to see what the weather does. Sometimes snow is not good!</div><div align="center">But today is about Bernie!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/352236/104_0417.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/200/339937/104_0417.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Bernie has always liked sleeping on Mommy's bed. It's his favorite place and he only gets to sleep there when Mommy goes to see him so it's a special treat! Except when I harrass him, then he likes to sleep on the couch.<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/873082/Bernie%202.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/200/255518/Bernie%202.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bernie is always keen on what's going on in the kitchen. He loves cheese. Any kind of cheese. And he knows when you've got it regardless of where he is in the house. He will come a runnin' at the slightest nasal tingle of cheese!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/539242/Bernie%20in%20Snow9.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/200/996735/Bernie%20in%20Snow9.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bernie used to have the nickname "snow plow" because of how he played in the snow which he likes just like me. Only you can see him in the snow. He runs out in the early morning and "plows" the sidewalk for grandma and grandpa...as seen above. They haven't had much snow this year; this picture is from last year when Bernie was doing a little better.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/496376/103_0386.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/200/896692/103_0386.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bernie also like to snuggle under the blankets, particularly if a bath has just taken place. He buries himself in the blankets then pokes his head out to amke sure he doesn't miss anything...or is it so he can keep his eye on me.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/553710/Dad%20&%20Bernie%20Xmas%205.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/200/739553/Dad%20%26%20Bernie%20Xmas%205.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bernie loves grandpa! They have a special petting spot on the stairs where grandpa pets him every night when he gets home from work. Grandpa also loves Bernie and when Bernie lived with Mommy last year, Grandpa was sad cause he missed Bernie. They've been good company for each other while they've been sick/hurt. Hopefully they both get better soon.</p><p align="center">Get well soon Uncle Bernie!<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1167706666479422062007-01-01T17:42:00.000-08:002007-01-01T18:57:46.533-08:00Happy New Years!<div align="center">Hello All!</div><div align="center">I apologize for my hiatus from blogging! The holidays have been very very busy and time completely got away from me! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/853602/110_1045.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/669579/110_1045.jpg" border="0" /></a> Christmas was great! I didn't really know what it was but there were these pretty boxes on a table in the living room. And last week Mommy started opening them! And there was one for me, too! Mommy's birth-mommy and her doggie, Roxy got me a hedgehog for Christmas. I was so excited...as you all know, I was crushed after I gutted the last one!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Christmas wasn't all peaches and cream though. Bernie and my grandparents were supposed to come visit. First, Gramma told Mommy that Bernie couldn't come. He needed to take it easy after he sprained his foot, so he spent Christmas with my aunt Carly. Then gramma and grandpa slid off the road on their way to MT on Dec 23rd. Mommy was very scared but they're ok. Gramma has some bruises, but Grandpa had to go in a big car with lights and noisy things cuz his neck hurt. The people vet said that he has a "slight neck fracture" whatever that means, but he only has to wear a funny collar for awhile, no surgery. He also broke his arm, dislocated his shoulder, some other stuff. But gramma says he's ok. So that's good! But they had to go back to UT and never made it to MT. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Mommy was going to be very sad for it be just us girls on Christmas, but of course, David took good care of Mommy. And while I had to stay home (which I wasn't all that thrilled about) at least Mommy got to be with David and his family. They are very good to her! I like David. I think Mommy should keep him for a long, long time!<br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/925697/110_1027.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/671448/110_1027.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a> For leaving me alone most of Christmas, Mommy made up for it with a brand new Bison bone. I was so happy! While she was away, I chomped and chomped. Then the next day...something very good happened! I got a new bed for downstairs! I've never had a downstairs bed, just a blanket. Mommy says I'm getting too big to fit under the couch so she wanted to give me somewhere that I could go, and be out of the way yet comfy! (A puppy's comfort is of the utmost importance!) At first, I wasn't sure about it, but now I feel it's almost as good as the bed upstairs that Mommy likes to hog...she just doesn't understand that a puppy needs her space to stretch!<br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/562415/110_1053.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/161251/110_1053.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a>Yesterday, I got a special treat! Angus and Riley came over. They moved a couple weeks ago and I haven't seen them since! The three of us are in my new bed sharing a bone! It was the perfect treat for the day!</p><p align="center">Oh yes...and as for my New Year's Resoluations!</p><p align="center">1. I will not wake Mommy up more than necessary to go outside in the middle of the night.</p><p align="center">2. I will eat more bones and more food so I get to be a big strong puppy!</p><p align="center">3. I will try to learn to like water...at least a little more than I like it now.</p><p align="center">4. I will not gas Mommy and David out of the dining room when they're eating dinner.</p><p align="center">5. I will make more puppy friends!</p><p align="center">6. I will not neglect my blogging responsibilities.</p><p align="center">7. I will be a good puppy for Mommy and take care of her and protect her and love her and lick her and sniff her and share the bed with her and not steal her food and not whine too much while she's in the shower and not lick fresh lotion off her legs and not leave smelly poop pile presents in the kitchen and not gut another hedgehog...</p><p align="center">ok...I think that will do!</p><p align="center">Happy New Years Everyone and Everypup!<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1166419886566349882006-12-17T21:18:00.000-08:002006-12-17T21:31:26.586-08:00Ho ho ho and a naughty puppy!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/652337/santa.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/400/532331/santa.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Ok...so you all have wondered where I went! Remember awhile ago I told you Mommy took me to get my picture taken with a funny man in a red suit? And remember I said I had to wait to show it to you...well there it is!!! Me and Mommy and the fat man in the funny red clothes!<br /><br />Well, I am afraid I have been a bad puppy and not been puppy blogging lately. Oh dear. Can I blame it all on Mommy? Well, I'll try.<br /><br />First, since Mommy works at that mall place, life has been very very crazy since Thanksgiving. Luckily, the projectile vomiting has stopped and David coming to visit has not stopped. I like David. He is very nice to Mommy (which most of you know she deserves after the last bad male hooman...grrr)!!<br /><br />So then came time for Mommy's monthly trip to see Grammy and Grampy and Uncle Bernie. She was so tired from all that work stuff that David drove us down and back. What a sweet guy. He has family down there too!<br /><br />When we got back from Utah, Mommy had something new. Finals. I'm not sure what they are, but they made Mommy very tired and very grouchy. Oh yes, and she hogged the laptop a lot. Apparently, eating the papers Mommy scribbles on, is not a good idea. Apparently they were important. Bad Ellie!<br /><br />So now finals are over! Woohoo! But Mommy says she has to work lots this week because it's right before Christmas. And she's sick too (but that means lots of cuddle time for me...when David is hogging her)! Oh ya. And at the end of the week Grammy and Grampy are coming to visit (Uncle Bernie is staying with my aunt Carly. Grammy said there's not enough room for all of us at my house...whatever!!!). I'm very excited. And big packages keep coming to the house with presents for Mommy...and some for me too! Mommy says I can't rip them open yet though! She spoils all my fun!<br /><br />I don't know what this Christmas thing is all about, but I think I'm going to like it! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nubbily Wiggles,<br />Ellie </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(p.s. how did I do blaming Mommy for my own laziness???)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1164470704605436132006-11-25T07:31:00.000-08:002006-11-25T08:29:21.016-08:00Let It Snow!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It snowed...it snowed...it snowed!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">not much...but, it snowed!!!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/30376/110_1038.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/883780/110_1038.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Mommy took me outside and I ran around like a crazed puppy enjoying the snow and feeling the wet fluffy stuff in between my toes and burying my snout in it.<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/698347/110_1037.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/210637/110_1037.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then Mommy and I went for a walk down the trail by our house. I kept having to stop and wait for Mommy becuase she was slow. But I was a good puppy and didn't run too far ahead...mostly I just ran really big circles around her.<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/1600/202217/110_1040.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5675/2946/320/361869/110_1040.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> On our way home, I found these funny footprints in thes now and they lead to this grassy part where there was no snow. Mommy said that a deer must have been sleeping behind the house last night while it was snowing. Deer smell funny.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Thanksgiving was fun too. Although silly Mommy didn't get any pictures of it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But I'll forgive her. First, a couple days ago, Mommy brought a new person (David) to the house. She doesn't do this very often because I don't like male hoomans very much...they're usually mean to my Mommy...grr... So, she went with David (whom I've decided to like) to somewhere and I didn't get to go. She said they had to have dinner with his family first. I was kinda put out about it. But then her and David came back. David played with me while Mommy cooked some stuff and then we went to see...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ANGUS!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(and his Mommy Michelle and Daddy John)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Woohoo!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There was another doggie there, too. He kept trying to do the nasty with my head. That was a new experience! Then, half way through dinner Mommy got really sick. She said it wasn't the food...I think she's too stressed!!! The girl needs to relax! So, David took Mommy home and she started projectile vomiting. I'm glad puppies can't do that! I was a good girl though, and layed at their feet while they watched a movie and Mommy tried not to be sick. Mommy went to bed early and...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...Now you know why there are no pictures of Thanksgiving!<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1163728074542957792006-11-16T17:38:00.000-08:002006-11-16T17:50:45.466-08:00More things I've learnedAs a growing puppy, I learn new things every day. I'd like to share some of them with you.<br /><br />1. When Mommy comes home from work, it is important not to smell her feet. The aroma does not tickle my sniffer as I had hoped and Mommy laughs when I run away.<br /><br />2. When Mommy disappears into the shower, it is important to check on her every few minutes to make sure she's still hiding behind that shower curtain thing. I wouldn't want to lose track of her.<br /><br />3. Snow is slippery. If I run too fast, my legs fly out from under me and I land square on my little nub.<br /><br />4. When Mommy goes swimming in the bathtub, large quantities of soft bubble things appear which are fun to lick and sniff. If I hold my nose under water, I can make bubbles myself. Exhale only. Inhaling is bad.<br /><br />5. If I kill a toy, like my hedgehog (which I maimed and gutted earlier this week), Mommy buries it in the tall skinny can in the kitchen. It makes her upset when I whine, sulk and pout at the garbage can for several hours at a time...even when she gives me a new toy.<br /><br />6. Socks and other laundry are not snack items!<br /><br />7. Eating paper causes constipation which makes me grunt when I doo doo...<br /><br />8. It is a bad idea to wake Mommy in the middle of the night when you are trying to steal her pillow.<br /><br />9. Mommy's pillow is also not the place under which to hide bones.<br /><br />10. If I am good girl while Mommy is gone, and pretend to be protecting the house (I say pretend, because I'm a chicken!), Mommy gives me many treats!<br /><br />What are some of the things you all have learned???<br /><br />Nubbily Wiggles,<br />EllieUnknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1163281799773358942006-11-11T13:04:00.000-08:002006-11-11T13:55:16.716-08:00My Mommy and Me<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So this is my Veteran's Day blurb. I got the idea from my friend Peanut who talked about his daddy.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But first I have to say this: why does Mommy think it is so funny to take me places and dress me up? Today was the weirdest yet. Mommy took me to this big place with lots of people carrying bags of stuff and some places that smelled really good. Mommy kept calling it the mall. Then the security man told her that she would have to carry me or take me outside who kinda laughed when Mommy said she'd carried all 45 lbs of me. This made Mommy mad because the security guard implied that just because she's little, she's weak. She could have taken him! Anyways, so she carried me down the mall to these people who had lots of doggies. I was very excited until they put a red hat on my head, and a wreath around my neck. Then this big fat dude in red pajamas with a funny laugh wanted me to sit on his knee. They even tried bribing me with cookies, but I wasn't fooled. Finally Mommy got me to sit down buy his boots by offering me some carrots. Then a man took some pictures of us. Mommy said that the money she paid is to help the other doggies that were there that need Mommies but don't have one yet. And she says that I have to save the picture and not show you until it's closer to the holidays. Ok...whatever Mommy.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now...about my Mommy. My mommy is a soldier. Every morning she gets up way too early and goes for either PT (physical training) or staff meetings. I don't like it because it means I have to wake up too. Mommy works very hard to stay in shape and sometimes works out again later in the day. Mommy hasn't had to go anywhere far away yet, or for any really long periods of time, but sometimes she has to go away for a weekend or the whole week. She says this is training for the really big trip that's coming up. She tells me not to worry and that while she's gone I'll go live with my grandparents and Uncle Bernie. Mommy likes being a soldier and she gets really mad when people are mean to soldiers. By the way Mr. Kerry, Mommy has 2 soon to be 3 degrees...I bet that's more than you!!! Who are you calling uneducated??? I don't understand a lot of it, but I know that grandma and grandpa are very proud of Mommy. So am I. It is the best to be an army dog! Angus's Mommy and Daddy are soldiers too. So are my God-parents. There are lots of soldiers around here. I love my Mommy because she's a good Mommy and because she's a soldier. Mommy is sad because many of her friends are over-seas and she didn't get to go with them last time. She sends them lots of yummy smelling boxes and prays for their safety every night! Mommy says her time to go is coming though so we have to make the most of every day. I don't want Mommy to go far away, but I know she is doing her job and while she'll miss me every day, she's doing her duty to defend this country and our freedom.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">God bless America. God bless our troops at home and abroad. May God bring them home safely and with God's speed. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Happy Veteran's Day!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1163192600110323442006-11-10T12:57:00.000-08:002006-11-10T13:03:20.146-08:00BONE DAY!!<div align="center">Mommy has started a new tradition in our house, and I'm already a fan!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1031.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1031.jpg" border="0" /></a> She has dedicated Fridays as Puppy Bone Day! This means that I get a new yummy bison bone...my favorite treats of all time! Today I got a gargantuous one to kick this new tradition off right.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1032.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1032.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mommy says it's as big as my head and that next time she'll get me a smaller one! I protest! This bone is just the right size. A big bone for a big girl like me!!! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Nubbily wiggles to all and I hope your mommies give you lots of giant bones!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1162938277393186522006-11-07T14:02:00.000-08:002006-11-07T14:25:55.723-08:00What's this white stuff???<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What on earth is this???<br />I woke up about a week ago and there was this funny white stuff on the ground.<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1020.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1020.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was cold and wet and stuck to my nose. I loved shoving my nose in it and running around. Mommy must have thought it was pretty funny because she laughed a lot! </span></div><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1021.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1021.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mommy's been sick lately. She spent two days gone somewhere and I didn't get to see her. Then when she came home I had to be quiet and not squeak my squeakie toys too loudly. Mommy says she's okay now because they gave her funny pills that make her laugh a lot when the pain goes away.<br /><br />The good news about all this was that I got to spend mucho time with my boyfriend Angus. Mommy said we were too young for sleepovers, though. Angus and I played in the white stuff and had a great time except for Angus's Mommy locking them out of their house. Oops. </span></div><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1022.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1022.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1025.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1025.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I guess Mommy doesn't like the white stuff...she calls it snow...because we drovet down to UT this weekend to see grandma and grandpa and uncle Bernie. Mommy had to dress up in her funny army clothes. When we came back, the white stuff had disappeared. I'm sad.<br /><br />Mommy says Saturday is a special soldier day. So kiss a soldier near you! If you're a cute boy, kiss Mommy!!! Happy Veteran's Day! And God Bless our Troops! </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1161988284935701952006-10-27T15:10:00.000-07:002006-10-27T15:31:25.016-07:00My busy life...<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1014.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1014.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> My new favorite thing is going for rides. I've always liked going for rides but since I got my doggie seatbelt, I love it sooo much more.<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1013.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1013.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Now that I'm a big girl, I can see out the window and watch all the cars with other doggies go by. What's not to love???<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1018.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1018.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mommy has been very busy lately (and rudely taking my laptop to school with her so I can't log on) so I haven't been around for a while. But there have been some rewards to her neglect. For example, the pretty red collar that I got last week after puppy kindergarten.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1016.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1016.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And Mommy has been very generous with the bison bones lately too! I chew on them all day and it makes me very very happy! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nubbily Wiggles to all...and have a great weekend! I will steal the laptop and write again soon!<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1160414320037583662006-10-09T09:53:00.000-07:002006-10-09T10:18:40.426-07:00Growing up<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Remember me when I was this small?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/106_0676.0.jpg" border="0" />Well I'm much, much bigger now...almost 40 lbs and 6 months old!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In fact, I'm too big for my little crate, so Mommy got me a doggy seat belt. She says it's to keep me safe when we go in the car. You can see the enthusiasm I have for the contraption during my first experience. I've since realized it's not that bad, and it does let me stretch out over the entire backseat and snooze comfortably...as long as I manage not to get myself tangled up in it!<br /></span></div><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/110_1012.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/110_1012.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And remember when I was this small?</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/106_0604.1.jpg" border="0" />Well, I've always loved pillows and until recently Mommy had not given me one of my own. Every night she would hog the whole thing and so I would have to climb on top of her head just to get a little spot on the pillow.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well...Mommy finally wised up a bit, and got me my very own pillow to rest my head on. Now she sleeps on her pillow and I sleep on mine. And Mommy's a lot less grouchy in the morning too!!!<br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/108_0839.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/108_0839.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Do all of you have Mommies as silly as mine is???</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1159977662003990002006-10-04T08:55:00.000-07:002006-10-04T09:01:02.033-07:00Into the Woods<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yay for puppydom!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I got to go with Mommy yesterday and her Army friends to the woods. I'd never been to the woods before. Mommy took me and we set up a little campfire and then her friends spied on us. They called it "recon", but I say they were spying. Mommy's friends were being graded on how well they spied on us, and Mommy said they did really good! Yay! I was quiet and didn't even bark when I saw them sneaking up on us. I didn't want to give their positions away! Hee, hee. Plus, Mommy kept giving me lots of treats and some of her friends (the ones who were grading) would come over and pet me. I like petting! And everyone kept telling Mommy how cute I am! I liked that part too. But silly Mommy forgot to charge her camera batteries but she says not to worry...we'll be going back to the woods soon and she'll be sure to get some pictures for all of you!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then, when we were on our way home, Mommy gave me a big surprise! We stopped at my favorite puppy bakery for treats because she said I was such a good puppy! Yay! I like the white chocolate dipped peanut butter ones myself. mmmm...yummy in Ellie's tummy!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27902712.post-1158868791218275792006-09-21T12:43:00.000-07:002006-09-21T12:59:51.296-07:00a weekend puppy party!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/109_0972.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know, I know...you haven't heard from me in FOREVER! But here I am! I was having some computer issues, and I tried to get Mommy to help me, but she couldn't figure it out either! Have no fear...Ellie's here!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This last weekend was a little scary. Mommy took me to the vet...and left me! My first thought was: Not Again! But then, I smelled something...PUPPIES! The vet gave me a looksie but then put me in the back to play with the puppies all weekend. Supposedly, us puppies are meant to hate this thing the humans call a kennel, but I had the time of my life! So many puppies to play with and so little time. It was like being at the bark park all weekend. I don't know where Mommy went, but it must have been important for her not to take me with her. And she was in that funny green uniform she wears.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/109_0906.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/109_0906.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> When I got home I was very excited to see my Mommy. We hung out and had a fun time. Then I started rifling through some old photos and found one of Bernie when he lived with Mommy (before he lived with grammy and gramps). He used to love to sit on the edge of Mommy's bed and stare out the window with his blanket and his bubba while Mommy went to school. Mommy says I'm not trustworthy enough to be out of my crate while she's gone...maybe when I grow up a little.<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/1600/109_0969.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5675/2946/320/109_0969.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And finally, here's a picture of me and Bernie last time I visited him. We love to snooze together! And of course, I can't snooze without my Cocoa! And so you all know, Bernie is doing great since we got some cooler weather. Grammy tells me he's running around and bouncing off the walls like his old self, before he got sick. I'm glad. I can't wait to see him again and run him ragged! That's what I do best!<br /><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5