tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34577471456702407992024-03-05T11:58:30.150-05:00Pooch TalesChesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-40281229047200918922011-04-28T11:02:00.000-04:002011-11-16T10:42:50.586-05:00Good bye Again, Good Bye!Anybody know where that quote is from? My very favorite book: Go Dog Go.<br />
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Today I'm just jumping by to say a sad "farewell". My Ma has decided that I'm no longer allowed to have my very own blog because she doesn't have the time to help me with it anymore. I'm a little sad about that, and am still keeping my paws crossed that the time will come again for me to be back live here on Pooch Tales. But in the meantime, she told me I could write on hers every so often - and I'm excited about making new furiends over there! In fact, I just did my introductory post today, and so if you'd like to stop in for a visit at my new digs, just click <a href="http://kristinsveranda.com/vignettes/2011/04/28/pooch-tales-meet-chester/">HERE!</a><br />
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The official homepage where I will become a new guest writer is: <a href="http://kristinsveranda.com/vignettes/">Vignettes. </a>I hope you'll all still be my friends and stop by with a wag and a lick every now and then! I'll miss you!<br />
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---ChesterChesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-76801310905363141232011-03-31T23:55:00.000-04:002011-03-31T23:55:40.916-04:00A StoryOnce upon a day, I was just trotting around enjoying my morning routine: wake up, walk, breakfast, bath, play time with Carol, Bichon Blitz, and then it was time for my after-blitz sun soak. So off to Ma's bedroom I head, when what do I behold!? Her Majesty, the Queen, asleep in my favorite napping cushion. Grrr...I've told her about that. She knows I get dibs in the mornings, but there she was - big as life nonetheless. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The nerve of THAT CAT!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Maybe I'll try tattling to get her in trouble:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Ma! Auti's in my bed again! Make her get out!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caroline: "Oh look! A cat! Don't worry Chester, I'll get her out for ya"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Care: "Um...on second thought...I think we need a better plan..."</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To be continued...</div>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-89145207921797178432011-03-23T19:02:00.000-04:002011-03-23T19:02:37.658-04:00Operation GIAEWP Part 3<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ma gives me the training ring for the first time</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Ok, so I've been getting my wedding groove on lately - you all know that. Some of you have suggested that I should be the ring bearer, so I thought I'd audition for that position - what the heck? I'm hoping for "Best Dog", but it's always good to have a fall back. I mean, I <i>am</i> 3...isn't that a little old for a ring bearer? Anyway... again, I enlisted Ma's help, and she made me this great "training ring" so I could practice (she said they get smaller and smaller as I improve). Here's how it's been going so far:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh rats! I dropped it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">K, think I got it now. Gotta be careful with something so small!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hmmm...tastes kinda good. Oh sorry! Right Ma, FOCUS!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying out the hand off (when I give the ring to the minister)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So whadya think Auntie Em?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I'm practicing real hard, and getting better everyday! I've got let's see...10 days to get it perfect, yup, I got this. Hope I get the job!Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-40027984112948088062011-03-18T07:00:00.000-04:002011-11-16T10:41:54.309-05:00Sunny Days, Keeping the Clouds Away...Caroline and I have a favorite outside place here at Windy Poplars. It's actually the same as Ma's: under the ironwood tree. We have a swing bed set up there, and when it's lovely, Ma will take her work (and us...or maybe she calls us her work too...hmmm...) outside and we'll all have a wonderfully relaxing swing in the fresh air. We usually bring a bonie or two with us and have a good outdoor chew while we're at it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here we are on the swing bed with ma chewing on our bonies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carol jumped off to potty, and is enjoying some time looking at the brook.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I am burying my bonie under Ma so Caroline can't find it when she comes back!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then we got down for a romp around the yard (which is starting to get GREEN!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then Ma called us back, and here's me being perfect back on the swing, and there's Carolou being bad and running the other way (and Pa had to go get her) heh,heh she got in the big trouble for that one (i.e. Pa made her go inside)!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Do you have a favorite place to hang out at your house when it gets warm outside?</b></span></div>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-68538832841534547042011-03-16T11:03:00.002-04:002011-03-16T22:19:05.724-04:00Operation GIAEWP Part 2Hello {{echo}}<span style="font-size: x-small;"> hello </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">hello</span>... Is anybody out there <span style="font-size: x-small;">out there</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">out there</span>??? I know, I've been such a bad bloggy pooch lately. Life's just been busy, Ma's been preoccupied and hasn't taken too many pics of me (despite my constant nagging). But, she has come to her senses, apologized, we kissed and made up (well, I licked and made up), and we're back on bloggy track now. Have you missed me?!<br />
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Today is part 2 in my Operation Get Into Auntie Em's Wedding Party (GIAEWP for short). Although I may have to change it to: GIACWP because I've had to start calling Auntie Em, Auntie Clotty because she went and got herself some blood clots A MONTH BEFORE HER WEDDING! How incredibly inconvenient.<i> I</i> would've waited until <i>after</i> my wedding to get some (just sayin'). Anyway, I've been visiting her as often as I can, like any good neph-pup should, and I'll sit on the bed and snuggle with her for awhile to help her feel better. I know. I'm a giver.<br />
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But, the wedding will go on - clots or not clots! SO, thought I'd better start brushing up on my dancing skills since the wedding party always does a special dance with the bride and groom. I asked Ma to help me (since she's a dancer), and we've had a few productive lessons. I actually think my form is getting pretty good!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwG_15JYfwB8gkX4NHL-fRyvqrAoxvFp_uaZ90B2Qz9QCn2CQSfAeRqgWTkmszYg_7fkrWz18XbVoW0E8vvg5QoZoN1jqZtmjnVHsaCsrXYLe-7Crw-t3Cvq1xtBQiub46ISKndmcluX8/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwG_15JYfwB8gkX4NHL-fRyvqrAoxvFp_uaZ90B2Qz9QCn2CQSfAeRqgWTkmszYg_7fkrWz18XbVoW0E8vvg5QoZoN1jqZtmjnVHsaCsrXYLe-7Crw-t3Cvq1xtBQiub46ISKndmcluX8/s400/blog1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the above pic I'm in natural ballroom hold. Then, the pic below, I think, really shows my excellent frame (it's important for the boy to have a good frame and posture Ma says).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz36JVzKEG_n0jVnlsRA0KL1sATqhtqmWgaJTAJmMoryGfwG9O1-IgiC7wRJGDI_AunS5C-UdRpeDk8oltgux2_OqtnOHmezE-31voZQdidRwbsM9NHW3-FfAJ_Lu5538pD7iFkk5a_2g/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz36JVzKEG_n0jVnlsRA0KL1sATqhtqmWgaJTAJmMoryGfwG9O1-IgiC7wRJGDI_AunS5C-UdRpeDk8oltgux2_OqtnOHmezE-31voZQdidRwbsM9NHW3-FfAJ_Lu5538pD7iFkk5a_2g/s400/blog2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, Auntie Clotty...are you ready for a furry addition to your wedding party yet???</div>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-53690388427891586692011-03-04T07:00:00.000-05:002011-03-04T07:00:12.697-05:00My Doggy Bed<div style="text-align: center;">I just love my doggy bed! Do you have one? I'll squeeze my way into it, no matter where it ends up!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEchUJ5anOyvgagaYT0umEa8UhIgwW_IoTkY5IShC-Bdh131xDRZOILBFXpWdox54vdTB3voaBcaWPoL1zuftj_FBS5AMqJo2x0LTGYBKP1I1YrbXEE6C4pJRWbmtT4-F4CTyrLUzjdcQ/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEchUJ5anOyvgagaYT0umEa8UhIgwW_IoTkY5IShC-Bdh131xDRZOILBFXpWdox54vdTB3voaBcaWPoL1zuftj_FBS5AMqJo2x0LTGYBKP1I1YrbXEE6C4pJRWbmtT4-F4CTyrLUzjdcQ/s320/blog1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Even when Ma smooshes it between the buffet and Caroline's pen! Where there's a will there's a way!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicr98zUbZUKaQaQpSLrFzX-in5KnnewxzaWoDRFHjHar6zpdKMtUcAWHC3pqmUaMdggPAYUXK_Sa1vj3w5bLqBfvN0IA3aeugc5C6fvujnsPKLEsuNF82MQnkrmY3glaK5FrzdvnQZ0V0/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicr98zUbZUKaQaQpSLrFzX-in5KnnewxzaWoDRFHjHar6zpdKMtUcAWHC3pqmUaMdggPAYUXK_Sa1vj3w5bLqBfvN0IA3aeugc5C6fvujnsPKLEsuNF82MQnkrmY3glaK5FrzdvnQZ0V0/s320/blog2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">There! See? Plenty of room! Ahhh...bed sweet bed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEtK7wCbi75xhS_fx6Y-tIBpXXzPDske-U8QvX2dGHkAyOmafv9qnZ5PseszHc32rDzgzCfwsiTgsC3D3o6me5s7znSnn4q21qVm-rAskf5bcbouqsF0Y1j6iGAZNj1VFZP4i2xgBLHs/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEtK7wCbi75xhS_fx6Y-tIBpXXzPDske-U8QvX2dGHkAyOmafv9qnZ5PseszHc32rDzgzCfwsiTgsC3D3o6me5s7znSnn4q21qVm-rAskf5bcbouqsF0Y1j6iGAZNj1VFZP4i2xgBLHs/s320/blog3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-3401019056330716232011-03-02T07:00:00.004-05:002011-03-02T07:00:04.797-05:00Wordless Wednesday - Torpedo<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is it just me, or is this funny? I call it: "Carolo the Torpedo"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-56974915089056295362011-02-28T07:00:00.001-05:002011-02-28T07:00:18.900-05:00Just Trying to Sleep...My dear sister, Caroline the Crazy, while normally delightful to have around (she likes to play with me WAY more than The Queen does) is sometimes her own variety of a royal pain. Case in point: when I am trying to achieve my Sunday afternoon handsome sleep with Pa. There I was, all snuggled up on my favorite cushy throw behind Pa on the overstuffed chair, snoozing contentedly away, when who do you suppose bounds up onto the chair with the vigor of a puppy on caffeine pills? You got it. HER. Here's how it went down:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me. Happy. Snoozing. Peaceful.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caroline wakes me up with a smooch and wants me to come play.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When I tell her I don't want to play, she decides to give me a bath.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and clean out my ears. Still no sleeping going on here...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">FINALLY I convince her to chillax and she lays down...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and she eventually starts to drift away to sleep...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Calm is restored, and I'm back to my Sunday afternoon handsome sleep. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-85179159550839654832011-02-23T11:07:00.000-05:002011-02-23T11:07:27.129-05:00Ratting Out The Queen!Today's post is the result of some super sleuth-y covert operations on my part. This isn't something that is general public knowledge. She keeps it under wraps pretty well...but I am about to break the story to the world...The Queen...yes...even Her Majesty The Queen...has a dirty habit!<br />
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Are you ready for this?<br />
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Licks.<br />
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Oh my goodness! Have you ever heard of a stranger habit? Not I (although Carol has quite a few strange ones herself). Autumn will seek out plastic of any kind. Snuggle down next to it all cozy, and LICK it. For a long time.Truly an addiction. I think she needs intervention personally. - Here are a few photos I managed to click (while hiding in Ma's ficus tree) of The Queen and her dirty little secret:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup, there she goes. Licking away.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-83197975658524138772011-02-18T07:00:00.002-05:002011-02-18T10:32:33.621-05:00Has Spring Sprung?Oh my chewies! Has it been gorgeous outside lately or what???! I think Spring may have come a little early to Windy Poplars this year (although Pa says he thinks Winter still has a few cold tricks up her sleeve). Well, I tell you what, we're sure making good use of the warmth while it's here. Hope those darn fwees don't come back early too. Yuk, yuk, yuk. I hate them. The other day Ma and Pa took Carolou the Caribou (I like to call her that sometimes) and I out for a nice long constitutional. Here are some pictures from our outing:<br />
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Today, I'm exhibiting Reason #1 of "Why I Should Be in Your Wedding Party": How very handsome I look in a bow tie:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, and Pee.S.: Don't <i>you</i> wish you had an Auntie Em??? I know, I know. I'm lucky! Just think: if our house is ever in danger of blowing away to Oz, I can actually <strike>yell</strike> bark "Auntie Em! Auntie Em!" because I actually <b>have</b> one!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Pee.Pee.S.: If you wanna put in a good word for me as to why I would be such a perfect addition to her wedding party, it wouldn't hurt!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-22095353343544988742011-01-30T07:00:00.000-05:002011-01-30T07:00:00.714-05:00MY FAVORITE PICTURE!!!Thought I'd share with you, my dear furiends, one of my favorite pictures I've taken of late:<br />
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1. Aunt Amy is obviously disturbed (mad).<br />
2. I am obviously<i> not </i>in the picture, and so am obviously <i>not</i> the object of her disturbation.<br />
3. Monte and Caroline<i> are</i>. (!)<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">heheh</span><br />
4. Monte looks like an evil alien on crack (and he was kind of acting like it)!<br />
5. Caroline looks like a possessed abominable snowman. <br />
6. I was sitting calmly on Ma's lap observing the fracas from afar and thus was lavishly praised for my goodness.<br />
7. I truly savor moments like this - when I am atop (for however brief a time) the podium of "The Best Dog of the Family" award. :-)<br />
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Wags from (the angelic), --ChesterChesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-43673421910762108692011-01-28T07:00:00.000-05:002011-01-28T07:00:18.238-05:00Chester vs. the Camera......and Chester wins! Gotcha Ma!<br />
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Here is the picture Ma was trying to snap on a recent car trip of Caroline looking all chute and everything (incidentally, do your humans say "chute" instead of "cute"? I always kind thought Ma and Pa said that because it went better with Chester - you know: "Ch"ester the "Ch"ute? Anyway...moving on...) -<br />
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The picture that Ma wanted:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioo-3WESUYYxfub2vZdxu0nnMBlKICyuVIdjpkDRFa-veZ0HmhQhHhRijanfYcFd_NDwNGT4porNWB4Hx3mWGTCZP4OFTDeC_W2KFmBp-Vy4_QHracp53gpbxfR2IaGWbg-X2qtqZbJ4A/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioo-3WESUYYxfub2vZdxu0nnMBlKICyuVIdjpkDRFa-veZ0HmhQhHhRijanfYcFd_NDwNGT4porNWB4Hx3mWGTCZP4OFTDeC_W2KFmBp-Vy4_QHracp53gpbxfR2IaGWbg-X2qtqZbJ4A/s400/blog2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Just didn't want you to forget who your favorite pooch was :-)!Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-45651687686241853212011-01-26T07:00:00.000-05:002011-01-26T07:00:07.310-05:00Some Tricks for You!So Ma said she wanted to try and videotape some of my tricks - and I was all super excited! My 10 minutes of fame had arrived! My fur was trimmed, I was lookin' handsome, but then, as soon as that darn camera turned on, I got all shell-shocked and stuff! Kinda forgot my tricks that we had rehearsed, then Caroline decided to come in and steal the show and got me all even more flustered. Good grief! I wanted another take, but Ma said she didn't have the battery life for it. I <i>really am</i> smarter than this video makes me out to be. I promise. Please believe me! Ok, is that sounding desperate? I'll stop now. Annnnddddd....roll the tape!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I think this qualifies as 'invading your privacy' "</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Whichever picture gets the most "likes" wins a free ipad! So if you've got your own funny pet pics, link on up! But please take a minute to click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150128050520452&set=o.323982644698&pid=7803387&id=706930451#%21/pages/Wigzi-Pet-Products/323982644698">HERE</a> first and "like" Wigzi Pet Products. Then it will let you vote, so come back here and click on the photo(s) above that you would like to vote for, and then click "Like" beneath them once the Facebook page comes up. If one of the above photos REALLY makes you laugh, tell your friends and family, and have them vote for us too! Thank you so very much!Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-13862893575940649862011-01-22T07:00:00.000-05:002011-01-22T07:00:05.529-05:00Now it's MY turn...Remember how I was all gloating about Caroline getting a bath and groom and not me?? Well, little did I know that my time was a' comin' - the very next day.-<br />
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BUT! Turns out, I was in for a special treat! Ma usually always does my grooming, and I like it that way - because Ma knows where I'm ticklish, and that I don't much like my bum trimmed, and she gives me lots of kisses along the way. But this time, she decided it was time for a professional trim since it had been so long since I've had one.- I have to say, I was a little nervous. Sometimes those pros don't treat me very gently (and I am a sensitive sort of guy). Ma assured me that Miss Cynthia was really nice though, and that she even has a Bichon of her very own! Best part of all? Miss Cynthia came right to our house for the groom.- She set up shop, and off we sailed to "puppy spa heaven"!<br />
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So for my post today, I thought I'd share little ol' Miss Fluffy Paws' recent bath (along with the fact that she's been de-fluffed) Here she is in all her shivering, wet glory. I watched from the sidelines in delight that it wasn't ME that Ma was giving a bath to. I really wanted to "ha, ha, ha" her, but Ma gave me that look. So I just snickered inside:<br />
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I told her that it was kind of fun to eat your fur when Ma shaves it off - it gets Ma all in a tizzy - so she tried it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQrV_5TM2Ea0Q_CEtuIGfBheKI6OOhKa84jMvzQjfjX26_UmTZKVFCg2G5RKVy6SX5VeNchzL8-ZyymNbhSJombN_Swku_TEUyZ7lEGC0bFrHxF69X-D8WgF-pwE1h81zdcEwArSorFNM/s1600/blog4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQrV_5TM2Ea0Q_CEtuIGfBheKI6OOhKa84jMvzQjfjX26_UmTZKVFCg2G5RKVy6SX5VeNchzL8-ZyymNbhSJombN_Swku_TEUyZ7lEGC0bFrHxF69X-D8WgF-pwE1h81zdcEwArSorFNM/s320/blog4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lil' naked Caroline.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlgKAI-hqb6PcEQEj4tBDV6iRe9_bpMqneQndkAOchxnaqQaR3aTmhc_ojm2TcsoabP-YR03Na54fr9rb8BKjC_Sle6igLL81zrkkvWhkr7fW4Dc4YgLgZRQ46uIaccHAA43g1_Aisj8/s1600/blog6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlgKAI-hqb6PcEQEj4tBDV6iRe9_bpMqneQndkAOchxnaqQaR3aTmhc_ojm2TcsoabP-YR03Na54fr9rb8BKjC_Sle6igLL81zrkkvWhkr7fW4Dc4YgLgZRQ46uIaccHAA43g1_Aisj8/s320/blog6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ma dearest and the newly groomed C - I told Ma she gave Carol a "Westie" cut, but Ma said it was because Carol just didn't have any curls or full ears yet. I think C needs a tee shirt that says "Yes! I AM a Bichon" until her curls come. Just so everybody knows...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94YqW7_sPTNln2-CTwgBZDAYi6k_5GHXj6ypRrmjCADN2W2cyjwTYaICf08RlY_c9sIv_mkIwkoT6G0P1ca-gA_aE1Zfniz61_jwy8Wc_swKnilCm4gfxy4avRiIvJiniH6eljcocGNQ/s1600/blog7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94YqW7_sPTNln2-CTwgBZDAYi6k_5GHXj6ypRrmjCADN2W2cyjwTYaICf08RlY_c9sIv_mkIwkoT6G0P1ca-gA_aE1Zfniz61_jwy8Wc_swKnilCm4gfxy4avRiIvJiniH6eljcocGNQ/s320/blog7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-89427064612180734872011-01-11T07:00:00.001-05:002011-01-11T07:00:12.406-05:00Front Page News!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElnGZuVPQ9E1Vx8V-ANwVyK5xTnJAck20GNOfLO49EiTOnJehrnNTlzwlfk0ZTKHubxuJQcH827Ht_jzdkiHTdQxWVFQTZvW8H9ju0KSnHdPs3IiOsoj0Axyzt5GuTj-13uI16Vx0Btw/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElnGZuVPQ9E1Vx8V-ANwVyK5xTnJAck20GNOfLO49EiTOnJehrnNTlzwlfk0ZTKHubxuJQcH827Ht_jzdkiHTdQxWVFQTZvW8H9ju0KSnHdPs3IiOsoj0Axyzt5GuTj-13uI16Vx0Btw/s320/blog1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Caroline is starting to grow some fluff! She might be able to call herself a Bichon after all. :-) Lookie thar!</div>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-75647539259163440082011-01-09T07:00:00.002-05:002011-01-09T07:00:01.352-05:00Trying to stay warm...It has been cccoooolllldddd here where we live furiends! We've been in our sweaters a LOT, and Ma has been letting our fur grow out for some protection - but long fur means we have to get brushed more often. Boo. Anyway, we try to snuggle up whenever we can to keep warm:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcIwyJ1X1hONCfZ9wPPLHOWr9AOvA_vhSI9xwlBRvlpZoOovx-PhJwP5jf1bV6QKnttxvwpNOpqsLhTucF7t5CPcTtclZulBBjt-Sxg-GCl_o7yU63IfYHyrTxzWzWeNAU-slU4_yxcc/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcIwyJ1X1hONCfZ9wPPLHOWr9AOvA_vhSI9xwlBRvlpZoOovx-PhJwP5jf1bV6QKnttxvwpNOpqsLhTucF7t5CPcTtclZulBBjt-Sxg-GCl_o7yU63IfYHyrTxzWzWeNAU-slU4_yxcc/s320/blog1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>To make matters worse, in order to save on electricity, Ma and Pa turn the heat WAY down at night, and our houses are near a door too. But, Ma has been giving us some extra blankets and tucking us in every night to make up for it, and I have to say, it makes it a lot more bearable. I'm all for cozy. Here we are all ready for a warm winters sleep:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gkPUT1gtsUfJbB7on0BDETJzyqYPrVl9H32YRqsZldKKcGBFCUJnkqQ6OTMmZprniaR9_tWWlLu0pQMTk3REs39NAhVIbsEZx1XLZezRhCuqovNEkt9LK-qvWjld0cgtoPg5L51DV0c/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gkPUT1gtsUfJbB7on0BDETJzyqYPrVl9H32YRqsZldKKcGBFCUJnkqQ6OTMmZprniaR9_tWWlLu0pQMTk3REs39NAhVIbsEZx1XLZezRhCuqovNEkt9LK-qvWjld0cgtoPg5L51DV0c/s320/blog2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Night night!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLngo9pwergusnwjdSVgy5uh9v7QKiWn00OLDhrlNaAn43A1kbnP_MhBBSDob0ReN-ZO0_vhyP43ISc9Y55FCJvOcZ4bUDc17NUmFd-t4EkE7D-Sl6_CQM7vbOpa7AXv85uBWB0pmyb8/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLngo9pwergusnwjdSVgy5uh9v7QKiWn00OLDhrlNaAn43A1kbnP_MhBBSDob0ReN-ZO0_vhyP43ISc9Y55FCJvOcZ4bUDc17NUmFd-t4EkE7D-Sl6_CQM7vbOpa7AXv85uBWB0pmyb8/s320/blog3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-27682364338712206502011-01-07T07:00:00.001-05:002011-01-07T07:00:02.961-05:00Sleepover Time!One night while Ma was taking an exceptionally long time getting Caroline's bed made for sleepytime, she got tired of waiting, and decided to come over to my house for a sleepover. It's already a bit of a tight fit for the two of us, and Caroline keeps getting bigger and bigger...soon she won't be able to fit in my house at all! But I told her we could visit together in her <a href="http://pooch-tales.blogspot.com/2010/10/carolines-cathedral.html">cathedral</a> anytime...it's much roomier. Not that I'm bitter.~<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXN-QGMfq6RX5HQZguu3h-wirawViGNa06jJ4HZx6cDkuRM8BiSI6AgoLyEvOuP7NWhUqE7SSKWXA12DzX0291-MtMOnDtGWLXmiJDIEuLMzdGMVqDSbajiEA3kg0yv43dAn5krOScvw/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXN-QGMfq6RX5HQZguu3h-wirawViGNa06jJ4HZx6cDkuRM8BiSI6AgoLyEvOuP7NWhUqE7SSKWXA12DzX0291-MtMOnDtGWLXmiJDIEuLMzdGMVqDSbajiEA3kg0yv43dAn5krOScvw/s320/blog1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457747145670240799.post-69063837144584684262011-01-02T22:41:00.036-05:002011-01-05T21:36:20.699-05:00I'm baaacckkkkk!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7j5CWWYB8TvIb2ImEFZjz24tP5kLUEGHdREtnqSTFSXgPep_55wD5XNSSRH93J6PodMPAJ75PFuMGlr2v6eyy7mWtUt7QpA_S4I-EQk58E7nYKzaT6t9gGgGhsce4DfyQ6tDnHke10go/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7j5CWWYB8TvIb2ImEFZjz24tP5kLUEGHdREtnqSTFSXgPep_55wD5XNSSRH93J6PodMPAJ75PFuMGlr2v6eyy7mWtUt7QpA_S4I-EQk58E7nYKzaT6t9gGgGhsce4DfyQ6tDnHke10go/s400/blog1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Hellooo world! Did you think that I fell off the planet? Well, I've just been really busy with Christmas and New Years and stuff lately: You know, playing with my new toys, melting my tail hairs and trying to steal marshmallows when Ma and Pa make s'mores in the fireplace (I haven't been successful yet, but I'll keep you posted...). So did you see my lovely stocking bursting with doggy goodness? ^ Here I am working on unwrapping a toy. I'm very civilized about it you know and use my paw - none of that tearing in and eating the paper for me...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM3kyFQ1oZt73Rk1GEh9rJlmzSkma1Gux-sFYGaSkj9yZ7RqLYwJHM8n-qSxZnp2NMODL_SETZND9fAZ1pFLdSz7z-EGkyHl1ZcDsFUvwqRc2RDrwjEkUWbiCPSMCOnRRb9KD5iJJLgM/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM3kyFQ1oZt73Rk1GEh9rJlmzSkma1Gux-sFYGaSkj9yZ7RqLYwJHM8n-qSxZnp2NMODL_SETZND9fAZ1pFLdSz7z-EGkyHl1ZcDsFUvwqRc2RDrwjEkUWbiCPSMCOnRRb9KD5iJJLgM/s400/blog2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Here's Carol with one of our new liver sticks. She wanted to try it out right away, even before all the gifts were unwrapped!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSiYQhPGwCX5thtCDFUoeu1HA762PxkIe7NDBgQq2rBTl24oAEAvodgu7r2FfJjsMHObqBxCcsBLBO8EjwvlsueHfhVVHczeaFqZ1-lZAJsNQQ5XjimZu575u-0m43HGLQJK4Ufl20p0/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSiYQhPGwCX5thtCDFUoeu1HA762PxkIe7NDBgQq2rBTl24oAEAvodgu7r2FfJjsMHObqBxCcsBLBO8EjwvlsueHfhVVHczeaFqZ1-lZAJsNQQ5XjimZu575u-0m43HGLQJK4Ufl20p0/s400/blog3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I got a new jacket for Christmas. I've been asking Ma for corduroy (because I think it's pretty cool-not too froo-froo), and guess what?! She got me a really great khaki one - I look good in khaki. See?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RpdI-MFbKd0qMv1wltPD3hqg-kaS-S93xsRgn0JDVtpCCUUpnia_pcf6Bb3aAJAhGEa443A6LAGgkLUxwihJyaq4rjLBVtKPZ6zXY3KpdAaFeD3wbeHKkqcaDb12H1i0HUZ1K04wYfE/s1600/blog4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RpdI-MFbKd0qMv1wltPD3hqg-kaS-S93xsRgn0JDVtpCCUUpnia_pcf6Bb3aAJAhGEa443A6LAGgkLUxwihJyaq4rjLBVtKPZ6zXY3KpdAaFeD3wbeHKkqcaDb12H1i0HUZ1K04wYfE/s400/blog4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>It even has pocket so I can take a bonie with me on a walk or something. Nice feature. Carol got a wintery sweater in pink (of course). It's her favorite color. Here she is modeling it: <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZxDGmB5lbfX0ntv7Ka8sX64oI-INtSNJNzHX_s2_fA5Aa2RtEqJ1hy2_li5IF8Z7MVnxLk8hnLk_-eeEkcouasytYP-cWpxjl8jxEH8k0tqER1IcCP2L9zeoSRZXaCo7CCNAR10azN0/s1600/blog5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZxDGmB5lbfX0ntv7Ka8sX64oI-INtSNJNzHX_s2_fA5Aa2RtEqJ1hy2_li5IF8Z7MVnxLk8hnLk_-eeEkcouasytYP-cWpxjl8jxEH8k0tqER1IcCP2L9zeoSRZXaCo7CCNAR10azN0/s400/blog5.jpg" width="300" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">...actually I think she was still chewing that liver stick and Ma took a picture of her while she was still. Doesn't really know how to "pose" yet.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (heh heh</span>) She was reeeeaal bad over Christmas btw. I think her behavior earned me some brownie points by default. Ma will probably be mad when she sees that I was bragging on here (was that bragging? more like tattling)...she told me I'm not allowed to. Whoops! Better run for now! See you again soon tho!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">--Chester </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>What did you guys get for Christmas?</b></div>Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890801798529891657noreply@blogger.com2