Sunday, July 12, 2009
Our family
Dexter. . . . as you can so easily tell. . . . is the most spoiled dog. . . . . . Sparks. . . . doesn't give Dexter the time of day. . . She refuses to look at him. . . . Sparks wants' to be included so she lays near the Principessa. . .but in no uncertain terms doesn't recgognize the dog.
Ciao
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
Summer means
Lots of bare skin. . . . and painted toes. . . . this is my treat to myself. . . . those little Vietnamese ladies are so talented.
Happy Weekend!
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Thursday, July 09, 2009
Hot Hot Hot
We are on a roll. . . . I think it has been a record for days in a row that we have reached 100. I have been coming home after 8 hours because of the new puppy. . . . then I work a few extra hours here in the evening at home. I have lots of work that I can do at home. I am trying not to burn myself out. . . . having Mr. Dexter at home waiting is helping me to keep balance. Dexter is 11 weeks old. . . . he is chewing cabinet corners. . . . chairs. . . . and his favorite is flip flops. He has killed 3 pairs of the Principessas and one of mine. We are going to take puppy classes. He fetches, but he doesn't stop when we tell him to nor does he come when we call him.
Potty training is slow, but he has made a lot of progress. He held it until 4:30 a.m. last night. It meant that I just got up with him. . . . he pottied. . . . ate. . . . and then I walked him in the dark around the neighborhood. . . . Honestly it is the only time we can walk because it is not below a 100 before I go to bed.
The Principessa is going to start work in a week. . . . she starts UT in late August. . . . we are enjoying each other. . . . since the Sweet man is gone for the summer in Seattle. . . . she and I are giving the dog a lot of attention. . . . the Sweet man thinks that the dog isn't going to be able to handle the competition when he gets home. . . . I said Dex would be on his lap. . . . no competition in his little dog mind. . . . just another hand to pet him and play with him.
Well on to doing a little work from home.
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Sunday, July 05, 2009
Taking Canada off the must see list
Hubby was headed to Canada yesterday for a day of snowboarding. . . . he didn't make it over the border because after 32 years. . . . Canada decided he couldn't come into the country since he had been deported at age of 26 for working illegally in Canada. . . . you would think that after 32 years and several visits in between that time . . .that Canada would want someone to spend some of that hard earned money in that area, but no. . . . he said it was humiliating . . . he sent his buddies on, and took a bus back to Seattle. . . .
Now you know every time he says lets plan a vacation. . . . I' m saying, "Let's go to Canada"
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Saturday, July 04, 2009
Celebrations on the 4th
We have finished a huge day. . . . parade. . . . food. . . fun. . . . friends. . . . and did I say food. . . . oh yes. . . . it seems to me the most memorable times are based around food. . . . We are exhausted. . . . I would like to shoot fireworks. . . probably won't be able to stay awake that long.
Now that I have the fancy dancy phone I take pictures on it, but have not figured out how to download them to the computer. . . . I sure haven't figured out how to download them to blogger from my phone either.
So no pictures. . . . sorry.
Hope you have had a great day. . . . We are going to spend what is left in the day relaxing and resting. . .
Ciao
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday Monday
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
Dexter Wins our hearts
I think I have figured out what kind of terrier Dex is. . . . . I saw a fox terrier on the animal planet. . . he is exactly like one of those. . . . . they say they are great pets. . . and that they used to send them into holes to get vermin. . . Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm maybe I can train Dex to bark like crazy when a raccoon comes for a midnight visit. . . .
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