tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278668639327175392024-03-13T11:29:00.665-05:00Tales of Wagging TailsThe best part of my day is coming home to see four loving little faces looking at me over the doggie gate and to see their little tails wagging with joy!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.comBlogger266125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-72860534556748010362021-07-19T12:32:00.002-05:002021-07-19T12:32:48.675-05:00Mastering the ramp<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXeLxBfF6Qw2fDhgCl8bt9kg7ZA2VWs8QzcWTyYSXEsWtEf0WIjovs3TLZI6N56dUExIB6yMhwRULMaJV3ZJH7F4q6BEc_suGluaoLQQLvfjwgA8wocpdGqgTE1GNxjjCIbPr7ZFiGQ/s2048/IMG_4477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXeLxBfF6Qw2fDhgCl8bt9kg7ZA2VWs8QzcWTyYSXEsWtEf0WIjovs3TLZI6N56dUExIB6yMhwRULMaJV3ZJH7F4q6BEc_suGluaoLQQLvfjwgA8wocpdGqgTE1GNxjjCIbPr7ZFiGQ/w640-h480/IMG_4477.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Lookie lookie, I did it!</i></td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Mr. Bogie is feeling real proud of himself. At our Lowrider meet up last night he learned to go up and down a ramp!</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I have tried several times to get him to do this without any success. How did I change his mind? I coaxed him with small pieces of bait and he slowly went up it. Coming down was a little scary for him as it requires careful footing, but he managed it just fine. And, he got a lot of praise and encouragement from Mom!</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Then, much to my surprise, he wanted to do it again and again and again! Yay Bogie!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHZu_CJa48DD41jXr7DsQ7u-Z2GVmFsw_FGYQkXW5fs2DU9oh3IGGmcT_LEfPUuF5zSRhKaJvWOgPdmfVbXlQP0gmmVHIiNYdBhRIdy4bRVoHqHaCA7KpTggrXP-GTce5EcGsmqAMCw/s2048/IMG_4475%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHZu_CJa48DD41jXr7DsQ7u-Z2GVmFsw_FGYQkXW5fs2DU9oh3IGGmcT_LEfPUuF5zSRhKaJvWOgPdmfVbXlQP0gmmVHIiNYdBhRIdy4bRVoHqHaCA7KpTggrXP-GTce5EcGsmqAMCw/w640-h480/IMG_4475%255B1%255D.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Steady there, I got this!</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-23382488349038141212021-07-04T13:59:00.004-05:002021-07-04T13:59:32.762-05:00Happy 4th of July!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0tAr5MbR0VvRVELd59wfw1uIOi8NC08xzo1NA7_vRFh6qWRvFWqrrmj3xCp7ncw3GDqvnkGz1f7hpYZHFKqde52Z-SYLybt_MZpe88BQ6E-OFwuQFuKzzee6w5yxY23Rw15IFfyuUA/s2048/IMG_4371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0tAr5MbR0VvRVELd59wfw1uIOi8NC08xzo1NA7_vRFh6qWRvFWqrrmj3xCp7ncw3GDqvnkGz1f7hpYZHFKqde52Z-SYLybt_MZpe88BQ6E-OFwuQFuKzzee6w5yxY23Rw15IFfyuUA/w640-h480/IMG_4371.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Owning dogs is definitely a part of the unalienable right to the pursuit of happiness! Have a happy and safe 4th of July!<br /> <p></p>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-74470321531034987152021-06-29T14:59:00.003-05:002021-06-29T14:59:19.736-05:00The Dog-gone Truth<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCVsjcaoY7DFczq6xKXlwFyDRIS9Kng64arpXtsKI1iji4278umioOeErH5X0vArH8qCfySGNpZdxAnMDJdhaWQK6x7v-G2N2eLIJO7WKiHwRm6pK2JTDwslUwJsFEX0PuE1i2U_FDQ/s2048/IMG_4145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCVsjcaoY7DFczq6xKXlwFyDRIS9Kng64arpXtsKI1iji4278umioOeErH5X0vArH8qCfySGNpZdxAnMDJdhaWQK6x7v-G2N2eLIJO7WKiHwRm6pK2JTDwslUwJsFEX0PuE1i2U_FDQ/w640-h480/IMG_4145.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-64655095844706568402021-02-17T13:12:00.006-06:002021-02-17T13:12:57.037-06:00In the winter of '21<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSJefUZA6Aedur_Xa5qKKlf4PFPMbL_LbFbr4-85wEVDMt-FEuNBbAVAk78qExBEbieBmEet6oT9H9NvIEZftEjjVjGKdKjez_NQZQZpc7I51afL98mFTauKgpHA1Mb8L8vVs9IXc9A/s2048/IMG_3505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSJefUZA6Aedur_Xa5qKKlf4PFPMbL_LbFbr4-85wEVDMt-FEuNBbAVAk78qExBEbieBmEet6oT9H9NvIEZftEjjVjGKdKjez_NQZQZpc7I51afL98mFTauKgpHA1Mb8L8vVs9IXc9A/w480-h640/IMG_3505.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Hey everyone! We’ve got white powdery all overs our yard. Mom says it’s called snow. I’ve been checking it out real closely to figure it out. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">It’s deeper than my legs and so much fun’s to runs through! Mom wanted me to pose for a picture so I rolled around in it to make myselfs handsome!</div></div></div><p><br /> </p>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-80064759763514617502020-10-24T17:17:00.005-05:002020-10-24T17:17:36.490-05:00The All-American<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDUtEWqt_4L-WcoK58Jgpp3aY_Vb9i38dCwyIg_RJ4aWoqEKuqx1I4hZrP22i7glhO-6pr_XBx26SnxuOGjy9sc0QioOQz-M3YibXb8tAC1lXUFXs1-sMM7-_gT2aZLr2HvvtFWnr5w/s2048/IMG_2614%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDUtEWqt_4L-WcoK58Jgpp3aY_Vb9i38dCwyIg_RJ4aWoqEKuqx1I4hZrP22i7glhO-6pr_XBx26SnxuOGjy9sc0QioOQz-M3YibXb8tAC1lXUFXs1-sMM7-_gT2aZLr2HvvtFWnr5w/w480-h640/IMG_2614%255B1%255D.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. Handsome is always happy to meet and greet everyone, everywhere we go!</div><p></p>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-23071436972664801182020-08-22T18:33:00.000-05:002020-08-22T18:33:08.862-05:00Walking in the rain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, this big boy that I love and adore is wet. We had walked about .5 mile down the River Walk this morning when the sky opened up! I had an umbrella in my backpack, so I pulled it out, and we turned around. All was well, so I thought.</div>
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I pulled Bogie close to me so he was under the umbrella, but no sirreee he wasn't happy at all! He was scared and totally unhappy. I was surprised because he never minds the rain at home and will go out in it an explore the yard with out <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">any concern.</span></div>
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Just a little workout for me, but it wasn't too bad either. I enjoyed the rainy walk as we certainly need the rain and Bogie gave me sweet kisses <span class="_5mfr" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 1px;"><span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url("https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t98/1/16/1f49e.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;">💞</span></span><span class="_5mfr" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 1px;"><span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url("https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/tea/1/16/1f970.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;">🥰</span></span><span class="_5mfr" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 1px;"><span class="_6qdm" style="background-image: url("https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t98/1/16/1f49e.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: contain; color: transparent; display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; height: 16px; text-shadow: none; vertical-align: text-bottom; width: 16px;">💞</span></span> every time I looked at him! Can't get any better than that!</div>
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<i>The Dachshund</i> was originally published in 1927 with 1,000 copies printed. The author revised and republished several times - this copy is the 1955 edition that had a printing of five thousand copies that sold at a price of $3.50. I found it on Ebay and was pleased that it is in remarkably good condition. Grayce Greenburg was a renowned breeder of many champions and a dog show judge with much insight on the breed.<br />
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This book is a treasure house of dachshund information including a history of the breed based on information available at the time of printing and includes numerous pictures of early dachshunds. Where did the modern version of these loveable little short-legged long-bodies originate? It isn't clear, but based on the author's research probably in France, possibly from the crossing of the Dandie Dinmont terrier and the Basset-Griffon. She also acknowledges the possibility that the Basset Hound played a role in the breed's refinement. <span style="background-color: white; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Knowing that it is easy to see why some doxies have the hound type muzzle and others have more of a terrier type. </span>It was all done for breeding a better hunting dog and we see those desired traits today - short legs for burrowing, tenacious personalities, and proficient barkers!<br />
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So let me gets this straight. You want mees to get up off this nice comfy sofa and leave my blanket and goes outside? What makes you think Bree-Bree wants to do that? No, I haven'ts been sleeping here too long, that's just what you think. Bree-Bree needs her sleep and is not going outside now. No. No. No.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-76409656153435562392018-06-28T15:24:00.000-05:002018-06-28T15:24:16.533-05:00Ears Back!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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These two girls were still for a brief second and somehow I got this quick picture! Yes, this is my yard. I have large shade trees and dogs, not much grass and little else. It's okay because life is good!</div>
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Things like this just seem to follow me home. I found this at a recent wiener dog race event and knew it was mine, all mine!</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Note from the human: More about this little red dachshund to come in future posts! She's been in my life for 15 months and is making her debut here now!</span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-73691297517154505752017-12-09T17:01:00.001-06:002017-12-09T17:01:30.147-06:00There's Alway's One....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Trying to make Christmas pictures with kids or dogs is always an adventure. If Blossom was a chipmunk her name would be....Alvin!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-44028902359829562652017-11-14T10:58:00.001-06:002017-11-14T10:58:24.187-06:00That's My Dog!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, that's my boy Bentley. Needs a bath, ungroomed and on lizard patrol. I was playing around with the camera and he was a willing subject to use for focusing. And, yes those are crate pads hanging on the deck rail to finish drying - they're a part of my patio decor!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-77644345272086927222017-04-06T21:33:00.000-05:002017-04-06T21:33:10.832-05:00Guess My Breed...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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National Purebred Dog Day is May 1st. Can you guess my breed?</div>
<br />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-31614658064158280202017-03-31T20:44:00.000-05:002017-03-31T20:44:58.489-05:00Favorite toy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sawyer, Bentley and Bentley's beloved Foxie taking a nap. Bentley loves this ratty toy, sleeping with it and sometimes taking it outside. And, sometimes Foxie has to go into the washing machine for a bath!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-46844872683359183972017-03-20T15:55:00.001-05:002017-03-20T15:55:34.152-05:00Welcome Spring 2017<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Let me explain. I am a minimalist with my outside Christmas decorations. A few lights and a small tree on my front porch, Christmas mail box cover and a wreath on the door. That's it. No flashing lights, no tacky yard art, no music, no flood lights or rotating shapes on the house. </div>
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So what did I buy today (Black Friday) at Walmart? Dachshund yard art with lights! How could I resist - he looks like Bentley and it was only $20! Will it go outside or inside - that is an unanswered question for now.</div>
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Let's just say that he was not too excited about posing in the Weiner Mobile, but he did!</div>
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After riding for 12 hours in the car Bentley was ready to crash on the nice big hotel bed. Only when we travel does he get this privilege!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-78798081908991256362016-08-22T21:09:00.001-05:002016-08-22T21:09:30.369-05:00My llittle hat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh dear. My mama says that this little hat makes me look cute, but I'm not sure it's really my style. It's terribly plain, no ribbons or flowers. And it's terribly small with only a little teeny tiny brim. What's a little diva girl to do?Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-41920896532752071592016-07-10T22:10:00.001-05:002016-07-10T22:10:47.242-05:00A weekend of firsts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This was a weekend of many firsts for Baylee. After much debating and thinking through the process I decided to take her along to the dog show in Dallas. I've felt for a long time that Bentley needed a doggie companion on our show trips; other more experienced show people always bring along a companion if they are just showing one dog. I ordered a crate that would hold both of them - the others I have were either for one dog or for several. I packed all the gear and off we went on Thursday morning.</div>
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What I didn't account for in all my thinking things through was that Baylee had never been on a long road trip. She has never really been anywhere other than trips to the pet store, the vet, and to the Botanical Garden for Dog Days. She isn't much of a walker so I rarely take her out in the neighborhood or to the park. As much as I always think about the dogs and how they perceive activities and events I never gave this a thought...until we were on the road. The only road trip she had ever been on was her ride to her new life when I brought her home from Louisiana. I'm sure she was a bit puzzled at times, but she took it all in stride!<br />
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We stopped at a rest stop about an hour from Dallas for a potty break and walk. She had never had to potty on a leash, but caught on quickly. I munched on lunch while she and Bentley stretched their leashes as far as they could and sniffed all the interesting smells. Then back in the car and on to Dallas. I put down the second row seat so (1) I could see them and they could see me and (2) they would get plenty of air. It was a hot day and I knew that at times they might catch a little sun. There was no napping; I had four little eyes glued on me every time I snuck a glance into the rear view mirror.<br />
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While we checked into our hotel I left the dogs in their crate - what a scene they caused! So many people stopped to chat and we had a lot of fun. I only had the not so great cell phone with me, but snapped this picture. Baylee's first hotel stay worked out fine! She quickly learned that her half -howl half-bark was not appropriate. We had a little hesitation on the first elevator ride, but she followed Bentley, the expert, on the elevator and then looked up at me like, "Ok, I'm trusting you here". Most importantly, she was happy sleeping in the crate and we had no accidents!<br />
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Baylee was very patient while Bentley was getting ready and in the ring. She was happy when we walked around and enjoyed the attention she got. The barking and noise didn't really bother her although once when several really large dogs started barking I could tell that she was intently listening to their bark and wondered if there was a doggie message being transmitted!<br />
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Friday evening it was time for some fun! We headed out in rush hour traffic to Klyde Warren Park near downtown Dallas. This beautiful 5.2 acre park is built over a freeway and offers a quiet place to relax in the heart of the city. There is a very nice dog friendly restaurant in the park. Bentley and I ate there last year, but I really wasn't hungry on this visit so we didn't eat. I'll do a post on the park on Small Simple Things of Life soon and put the link on this blog.<br />
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We parked across the street and as we were waiting for the traffic light to change I realized that Baylee had never been in a busy city situation. It was rush hour and traffic was heavy and moving fast on the street. When the light changed I stepped off the curb and, on cue, Bentley fell into place next to me. He's a pro and she followed along! <br />
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Our first stop was at one of the waterscapes. Neither dog was interested in getting in the water or getting a drink. I did put water on Baylee as she was really hot - it's all that fur that gets in the way! There weren't many people there that night and all evening activities had been cancelled out of respect for the law enforcement officers who were killed the night before. We enjoyed the cool breeze while sitting in the shade. Several children and adults came up and asked to pet the dogs. I always love it when people politely ask to pet them!<br />
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The park was very relaxing and we enjoyed walking around. I did drop the lead while we were in the middle of the large grassy area and they stayed close to me. </div>
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When we got home I threw the new crate pads that I had bought on the sofa. Baylee, feeling quite pleased with her new skills and feeling like the Queen of Everything, curled up on them and proceeded to take a long, long nap! </div>
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<br />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-76129151712586361352016-05-16T21:02:00.001-05:002016-05-16T21:02:40.472-05:00The Water Dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over the past few days we've had rain. Not a lot, but enough that small puddles have appeared in the neighborhood and water has accumulated along the curb in places. This is the perfect situation for Sawyer who loves water. He loves water in any form except, of course, the water in the bath tub!<br />
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When we went outside early this morning it was still raining lightly, didn't bother him one bit. The backyard was under water and there he went, splashing across the yard in the rain! Yes, he was a mess, but I couldn't stop him from having a little fun.<br />
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On tonight's walk it was the same way; I had to let him splash through the puddles! After all, an adventure dog has to have a little fun!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627866863932717539.post-5822205614461178342016-04-13T20:58:00.001-05:002016-04-13T20:58:25.547-05:00Organization Inspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been trying to figure out a way to organize all the leashes, collars, harnesses, and leads that I have scattered around in various spaces. I've been working on a little applique wall hanging with cup hooks that I intended for this purpose, but it only has 6 hooks and isn't steady enough to support anything other than a small dog collar. <br />
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The previous owner, for some reason, had put this belt holder on the inside of the linen closet door. I've never used it until I had one of those lightening-bolt moments of inspiration. I moved it onto the inside of the cupboard door in the laundry room. It's perfect!<br />
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There are 31 hooks on this thing. If I have any empty hooks after I round everything up, then I think that means that I can buy a few more!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17157081169613826974noreply@blogger.com0