tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18185563730180307662024-03-25T02:16:07.768-07:00Lexi the Golden RetrieverLexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-81844699874583715922010-12-25T09:42:00.000-08:002010-12-25T10:07:51.915-08:00Merry Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TRYt4-E5yyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/B3mYmnT-xdQ/s1600/IMG_4991.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TRYt4-E5yyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/B3mYmnT-xdQ/s320/IMG_4991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554677647167572770" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">It's </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Christmas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> morning and we have opened all of our presents. I got a lot of stuff this year. My favorite toys are the squeaky balls that my sister got for me. I have never had rubber balls that were so squishy and easy to bite before.......I love them. </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TRYt4rE3u5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-ThvWcaZt78/s1600/IMG_4988.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TRYt4rE3u5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-ThvWcaZt78/s320/IMG_4988.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554677642067164050" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">My (human) uncle and my cousins came over for </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Christmas Eve</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> dinner last night. My mom put the gate up for a while and I could not get to them. After they ate and mom put all of the chocolate away they took the gate down. I went crazy greeting everyone. My uncle does not like dogs so much so I wanted his attention the most. I could not leave him alone. I had a great time. My cousins have 2 big dogs at their house so they did not seem to mind too much when I sat in their laps. </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TRYt4GpgeBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TomGTL05UrI/s1600/IMG_4998.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TRYt4GpgeBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TomGTL05UrI/s320/IMG_4998.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554677632288716818" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">This is my other </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Christmas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> dress. I like it better than my red one because it is stretchy and comfy. I will probably wear it all day today. Mom is making a ham so I can't wait for that. I'm sure she will give me some. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I hope everyone had a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Merry Christmas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">!!!!!!!</span></span></span></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-50882420491194152712010-12-21T22:31:00.000-08:002010-12-21T22:48:48.704-08:00Napping Under the Christmas Tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TRGbgYfHFxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vUyN5fkqWIc/s1600/IMG_1090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TRGbgYfHFxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vUyN5fkqWIc/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553390796155590418" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">My mom caught me while I was napping (which isn't hard to do) for this picture. It's been raining here for days and I don't get my walks in every day...so I have to nap more than usual.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">This is one of my new Christmas dresses. My other one is black velvet. This one is all sparkly.....my mom loves sparkles. I heard my mom say that some of those presents under the tree are mine. I can't wait to see what they are. I hope I get some new stuffies because I have unstuffed and ripped up my old ones. I wouldn't mind a Bully stick or two either. I love those things. I don't think my mom is going to take me to see Santa Claus this year. Even with all the training I've had when I get around new humans I go crazy.......I love to see new humans!!!</span></span></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-68806904022168806672010-07-10T19:32:00.001-07:002010-07-10T20:02:49.418-07:00Happy Summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TDktedqZwII/AAAAAAAAAXU/woV_pU97mQU/s1600/IMG_4785.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/TDktedqZwII/AAAAAAAAAXU/woV_pU97mQU/s320/IMG_4785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492471221936832642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hi friends.....I hope you are all having a fun summer. I love having my boy home everyday to play with me ( in between my napping). He went to an arcade and got me this huge tennis ball with some of his tickets. I love chasing it around the house, but I just can't get my mouth around it. I don't know if you can tell but I got my first haircut a few weeks ago. They trimmed all of my fringes off. My family thought it would help with all the shedding I do ......but I don't think it worked. My mom has to vacuum every day to keep up with all of my hair flying around. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My mom does not seem to be working on my blog at all lately......I don't know why. Maybe I can talk her into it again. This year she has been trying to prepare mostly organic food and has been spending more time cooking (she does not like to cook) than she did before. Maybe that's why. I hope you have a great summer.</span></span></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-47288141066277231802010-04-05T21:17:00.000-07:002010-04-05T21:38:59.252-07:00Hi Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S7q2EcB9uMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2IJD2odL8Xo/s1600/IMG_4597.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S7q2EcB9uMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2IJD2odL8Xo/s320/IMG_4597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456874085872941250" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Hi friends, I have not been doing much lately..........just taking a lot of naps. Well that's not really all but nothing too exciting to post about. I love that it's Spring Break and most of my family are home this week (except my dad.......he has to work). It rained here today and I really like the rain. It is so fun to catch raindrops in your mouth and to play in the mud. My mom seems to be unhappy when I leave muddy paw prints everywhere. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">A cat came by to visit tonight. I was napping by the siding glass door...I opened my eyes and there it was......a cat. Of coarse I went crazy and was barking uncontrollably. Mom would not let me outside to see it.......she thought I might hurt it because I was so excited. After mom saw that it was farther away she let me out and I started barking louder....I think it left our yard.......too bad....I just wanted to be friends. My family thinks I am a great barker.</span></span></span></div></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-54581145608562526542010-02-19T19:30:00.000-08:002010-02-19T20:04:03.429-08:00Lexi's First Birthday<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><div><center><object width="410" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CibI99hxe4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CibI99hxe4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="300"></embed></object></center></div><div><center><object width="410" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3e7IfwVjP8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3e7IfwVjP8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="300"></embed></object></center></div></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S39ZBsN3h5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/qc_h69GeYwQ/s1600-h/IMG_4547.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S39ZBsN3h5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/qc_h69GeYwQ/s320/IMG_4547.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440164760470914962" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My birthday cake was so yummy.......my mom made it for me. It tasted like peanut butter but mom said it had other stuff in it that was good for me like carrots. I got to eat it all by myself. It was really little even though it looks big in the picture.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S39ZAqneWvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zjp2fFTMRjg/s1600-h/IMG_4557.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S39ZAqneWvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zjp2fFTMRjg/s320/IMG_4557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440164742861576946" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This is my new birthday dress. Mom thought I needed a black dress and pearls for my birthday.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mom made it for me because they don't sell dresses for Golden Retrievers.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S39Y_WEX9eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/R2NSa5nPLt0/s1600-h/IMG_4587.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S39Y_WEX9eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/R2NSa5nPLt0/s320/IMG_4587.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440164720165778914" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I got some stuffies (my favorite) for my birthday. I really like the soccer ball. It is nice and soft with a squeaker inside. I was happy to get my new Wubba bunny because I already tore apart the one that I had in my last video. My girl picked out all my birthday stuffies for me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Another reason I had a great birthday was that my boy came home from a 4 day school camp in the mountains and I really missed him.</span></span></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-39012877692683892892010-02-09T19:54:00.000-08:002010-02-09T19:55:30.629-08:00Lexi Playing with her favorite Wubba<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><center><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgwQ26IHF9E&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgwQ26IHF9E&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></center></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-42445724686021610972010-01-19T13:26:00.000-08:002010-01-19T13:38:17.235-08:00Rainy Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S1Yjr25Pj5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/TylQGuK1AeE/s1600-h/IMG_4510.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S1Yjr25Pj5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/TylQGuK1AeE/s320/IMG_4510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428565637218668434" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The last two days it has been rainy and cold here. Today there was even thunder and lightening. I didn't like that thunder at all and I let it know (barking is one of the things I do best). But most of the day I just sleep (another thing I am really good at). I don't get to nap in dad's chair very often..........but he's at work so it's all mine.</span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-39310575144337749862010-01-13T20:36:00.000-08:002010-01-13T20:44:47.526-08:00Embarrassing Moment !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S06foMOEWyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VgDlbTgX_g8/s1600-h/IMG_4493.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S06foMOEWyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VgDlbTgX_g8/s320/IMG_4493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426450113851841314" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">This picture is so embarrassing I don't even know what to say. I can't believe my mom took this picture of me . This is not my best side. I usually sit like this in the chair before I get comfortable....I'm not sure why.....but now the world knows............thanks mom.</span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-57484252949239838962010-01-09T13:03:00.000-08:002010-01-09T13:23:08.378-08:00First Grooming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S0jvYOsqDmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/18CNK93II_k/s1600-h/IMG_4480.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S0jvYOsqDmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/18CNK93II_k/s320/IMG_4480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424848950709063266" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I got groomed today for the first time (I have been there to have my nails trimmed...but that's all). Mom usually gives me a bath but she thinks I am getting too big. The truth is mom did not want to leave me at the groomers. She made them put me in a run (I don't like kennels anymore) while I was waiting to be groomed. She is kinda weird like that. She wanted to take a picture of me there but when I was going in I had my brakes on and I guess it didn't look too good. When I was coming out I was in a hurry to leave so she couldn't get one then either. I was so happy to see my mom and my boy.</span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-89437520852628475872010-01-04T21:00:00.000-08:002010-01-04T21:25:26.324-08:00New Monkey Stuffie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S0LH3INaaVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sTcst6txHac/s1600-h/IMG_4447.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S0LH3INaaVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sTcst6txHac/s320/IMG_4447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116651217971538" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I got a new monkey stuffie yesterday (I know...Christmas just got over but my girl got it for me for Valentine's Day..... but she said she couldn't wait to give it to me). I really love it but I wish my mom had taken the picture yesterday. Because today it doesn't look so good. I kind of ripped one of its arms a little. </span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S0LH2bKWTrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gGf5YTNsR9E/s1600-h/IMG_4451.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/S0LH2bKWTrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gGf5YTNsR9E/s320/IMG_4451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116639125524146" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My mom couldn't believe how long I sat still and posed for the pictures. I am usually running with my stuffie in my mouth and squeaking it at the same time or just trying to tear it apart. My family thinks I am wild and crazy sometimes.</span></span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-50538767474975913332009-12-31T12:15:00.000-08:002009-12-31T12:17:23.088-08:00Happy New Year Friends !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sz0GgFvVqKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6bcRYesxCzY/s1600-h/LEXIHAPPYNEWYEAR-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sz0GgFvVqKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6bcRYesxCzY/s320/LEXIHAPPYNEWYEAR-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421496674790254754" /></a>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-16607576948107045282009-12-29T10:03:00.000-08:002009-12-29T10:19:11.992-08:00This is Casey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzpEj_RiuUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_9-RybVCnRQ/s1600-h/securedownload-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzpEj_RiuUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_9-RybVCnRQ/s320/securedownload-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420720486564936002" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hi friends. This is Casey. She is the doggie that lived with my family for 17 years before I came to live with them. She was a Golden Cocker and Poodle mix. My dad always thought she looked like a little Golden Retriever when her hair was shorter. She was kind of more my dad's dog. She was a little mean and mom did not like that part. They had another doggie named Lady for a little while.....I will ask mom to find a picture of her. </span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-41734832656384113772009-12-25T16:12:00.000-08:002009-12-25T16:52:16.865-08:00My First Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWRh8gr_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/aNvHIsbsw5E/s1600-h/IMG_4346.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWRh8gr_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/aNvHIsbsw5E/s320/IMG_4346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419332585780195314" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My Christmas Day started out by mom putting my sweater on me. After she saw the look on my face she took it off and never put it back on.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWRFx5E9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/vwg6sAv99WM/s1600-h/IMG_4382.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWRFx5E9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/vwg6sAv99WM/s320/IMG_4382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419332578219463634" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This was my first present.....I didn't know what to do with it so I ran outside with it and just sat there for a while. They never let me have paper to shred so I was a little confused.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWQoNCnrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLyCRgUuZ7M/s1600-h/IMG_4413.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWQoNCnrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLyCRgUuZ7M/s320/IMG_4413.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419332570280271538" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This is after I got the hang of opening presents. I had a great time after that.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWQNHDFLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/FSHzMWxgCjY/s1600-h/IMG_4422.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWQNHDFLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/FSHzMWxgCjY/s320/IMG_4422.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419332563007378610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This is one of my new stuffies. A "Chewy Vuitton" purse that my girl got me</span></span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWPjf31dI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jDfxPSEmx4M/s1600-h/IMG_4403.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVWPjf31dI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jDfxPSEmx4M/s320/IMG_4403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419332551837210066" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I am guarding some of my new toys. My rabbit stuffie has a squeaker in it that sounds like a duck. I really like my teddy bear Wubba.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVVTRmJMRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XIHTThpop1c/s1600-h/IMG_4390.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVVTRmJMRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XIHTThpop1c/s320/IMG_4390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419331516239524114" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This is my dad holding me and my rabbit stuffie (he is the only one that can lift 60 lbs). I guess he is making a funny face because I am pretty big and wiggly.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVVS4iJzZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MKkZ9Hcwrec/s1600-h/IMG_4235.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SzVVS4iJzZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MKkZ9Hcwrec/s320/IMG_4235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419331509511900562" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Note from Lexi's mom: These are the treats that were wrapped up but she ate them so fast that I could not get a picture (except for the cupcake that she ate earlier). I think Lexi had a fun FIRST Christmas. Having her made our Christmas even more special.</span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-10784237117701740382009-12-20T18:05:00.000-08:002009-12-20T20:20:20.678-08:00I saw Santa Claus today !!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sy7cd4mVLRI/AAAAAAAAATs/9tLaNZMKDWg/s1600-h/lexi.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sy7cd4mVLRI/AAAAAAAAATs/9tLaNZMKDWg/s320/lexi.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417509807740759314" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">I finally got to see Santa Claus today. Thanks to a kind visitor to my blog named Molly. She suggested that we go to PetSmart. Mom doesn't know why she didn't think of that herself.....she goes there all the time. Today was the last day Santa was going to be there so we got lucky. I went with my mom and my boy. There were two big Dobermans in line before me and they were pretty nice. Most of the other doggies were little. Santa let the little doggies sit in his lap but the Dobermans and I had to sit on the floor in front of Santa. </span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-50565445150578017192009-12-17T21:35:00.000-08:002009-12-17T22:10:57.146-08:00My New Christmas Dress and Reindeer Antlers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SysXl9aWVhI/AAAAAAAAATk/OqvPVX4pIgk/s1600-h/IMG_4306.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SysXl9aWVhI/AAAAAAAAATk/OqvPVX4pIgk/s320/IMG_4306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416448917750830610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">This is me in my new Christmas dress. Mom says I will be wearing it on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Mom says it is usually warm on Christmas so I might not wear it for long.</span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SysXlXxz87I/AAAAAAAAATc/3w52P8SYcvk/s1600-h/IMG_4290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SysXlXxz87I/AAAAAAAAATc/3w52P8SYcvk/s320/IMG_4290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416448907648693170" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">These are my reindeer antlers......they blink. I am not so crazy about them but I kept them on while mom was taking my picture. Right after that I shook them off. I wanted to chew on them a while but mom took them away from me.</span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SysXk3tecXI/AAAAAAAAATU/fYAXao1qp9A/s1600-h/IMG_4296.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SysXk3tecXI/AAAAAAAAATU/fYAXao1qp9A/s320/IMG_4296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416448899040571762" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">My dad feels sorry for me that mom puts all these silly clothes on me. Mom says that she dressed her cats up when she was a little girl and I guess she never outgrew it. I have not gotten to see Santa Claus yet. Mom can't find one that takes pictures with puppies.....only kids......she's still looking. </span></span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-68001422715078480112009-12-13T19:22:00.000-08:002009-12-13T19:50:47.114-08:00FAKE STUFFIE !!!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWwxFVaMZI/AAAAAAAAATM/5hKnZjtrQ-M/s1600-h/IMG_4261-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWwxFVaMZI/AAAAAAAAATM/5hKnZjtrQ-M/s320/IMG_4261-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414928484274942354" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>My mom went shopping today and came home with a new stuffie for me. Stuffies are my favorite toys. I love to rip them apart to get the squeaker out and of coarse the stuffing.</i></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWww_w6ZLI/AAAAAAAAATE/t2iVtbSJcWg/s1600-h/IMG_4259.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWww_w6ZLI/AAAAAAAAATE/t2iVtbSJcWg/s320/IMG_4259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414928482779686066" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>I had never seen this guy before but he looked like a stuffie.</i></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWwwE9sx5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Y9uEoZRpQng/s1600-h/IMG_4262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWwwE9sx5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Y9uEoZRpQng/s320/IMG_4262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414928466995627922" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>He squeaked like a stuffie. He was a little harder than my usual stuffies.</i></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWwvjpjYJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/sZXqE9-5RMw/s1600-h/IMG_4268.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWwvjpjYJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/sZXqE9-5RMw/s320/IMG_4268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414928458052755602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWwvEclWmI/AAAAAAAAASs/AE7Y-z7vVFI/s1600-h/IMG_4257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SyWwvEclWmI/AAAAAAAAASs/AE7Y-z7vVFI/s320/IMG_4257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414928449676860002" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>Can you believe it. A stuffie with no stuffing. I thought there was something different about him. Of all the nerve mom !!! Maybe Santa Claus will bring me a REAL stuffie for Christmas. I think I have been pretty good this year (well............ I am only 9 months old !). </i></span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-20242858383093317362009-12-08T22:19:00.000-08:002009-12-08T22:55:33.188-08:00Getting ready for Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sx9CAGdvyoI/AAAAAAAAASk/HWpgcsxy9Po/s1600-h/IMG_4212.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sx9CAGdvyoI/AAAAAAAAASk/HWpgcsxy9Po/s320/IMG_4212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413117846625438338" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My mom put the Christmas Tree up a few days ago and I was getting so excited to play with it.........then she put up a fence around it. She thinks I might eat it and the ornaments. She's right...that's just what I had in mind. I wonder if one of those presents is for me?</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sx9B_qen7CI/AAAAAAAAASc/-Klj4Dzh1BM/s1600-h/IMG_4224-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sx9B_qen7CI/AAAAAAAAASc/-Klj4Dzh1BM/s320/IMG_4224-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413117839112924194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This is me on the new wood floor. My dad is putting it in himself on the weekends, so he just does one room at a time. I am getting the hang of running on wood............ but I like carpet better. My mom wanted green walls so now my whole house is slowly turning green. My mom thinks it looks happy.</span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-86139051347113897102009-11-15T15:04:00.000-08:002009-11-15T15:08:35.950-08:00Fall Sunbathing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SwCJnjpAjgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3qA_sPLfQJA/s1600-h/IMG_4075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SwCJnjpAjgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3qA_sPLfQJA/s320/IMG_4075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404470865519742466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SwCJmYDxkGI/AAAAAAAAARs/4a4kK36nJmw/s1600-h/IMG_4077.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SwCJmYDxkGI/AAAAAAAAARs/4a4kK36nJmw/s320/IMG_4077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404470845230911586" /></a>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-80584137461985511162009-11-03T20:06:00.000-08:002009-11-03T20:44:56.556-08:00I Still Need A Little Help Sometimes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvEBuAi805I/AAAAAAAAARg/AAs7DUc-UCw/s1600-h/IMG_4084.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvEBuAi805I/AAAAAAAAARg/AAs7DUc-UCw/s320/IMG_4084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400099318126138258" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I really love to lay on my girl's bed but I still need help getting up on it like I did when I was younger. My family likes their new wood floors but they are slippery for me sometimes. I can't get enough traction to jump without slipping. Luckily my girl will help me up.</span></span><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvEBb9PO9vI/AAAAAAAAARY/lMmKm7Aq-x0/s1600-h/IMG_4094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvEBb9PO9vI/AAAAAAAAARY/lMmKm7Aq-x0/s320/IMG_4094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400099008000489202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I try to give her my pitiful face so she will always help me.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD--SJx4pI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DMzrdyyDHuc/s1600-h/IMG_4100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD--SJx4pI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DMzrdyyDHuc/s320/IMG_4100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400096299195425426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Aw......finally I made it up.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD-95z4WsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tjpv3zl1u8A/s1600-h/IMG_4120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD-95z4WsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tjpv3zl1u8A/s320/IMG_4120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400096292661123778" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh no....here she comes with some strange things to put on me.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD-9UeIe1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/G7zvY0H_8ak/s1600-h/IMG_4121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD-9UeIe1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/G7zvY0H_8ak/s320/IMG_4121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400096282637794130" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't know what it is!!!</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD-SkZnm-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/cnOhraIokAU/s1600-h/IMG_4102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD-SkZnm-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/cnOhraIokAU/s320/IMG_4102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400095548179454946" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ear muffs !!!!!!!!!!!</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD-SJM6L1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/yqoY50UMX_s/s1600-h/IMG_4116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SvD-SJM6L1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/yqoY50UMX_s/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400095540878389074" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A spider headband with a vail and some black netting !!!!!! eek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am so happy that my mom and dad still have carpet in their room (so far) and I can jump on their bed any time I want too. Even in the middle of the night with a big toy in my mouth ready to play.</span></span></div></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-23292211612607717512009-10-29T09:19:00.001-07:002009-10-29T09:20:54.608-07:00Lexi Playing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SunAzllGPcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jrFYZNkLq2M/s1600-h/lexi-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SunAzllGPcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jrFYZNkLq2M/s320/lexi-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398057620873821634" /></a>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-56823011183472673462009-10-14T13:57:00.000-07:002009-10-14T14:37:10.894-07:00My First Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8hzzBv9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/duCAtrMi9K4/s1600-h/IMG_4074.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8hzzBv9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/duCAtrMi9K4/s320/IMG_4074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392564155360329682" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hi Friends, I woke up this morning to a loud noise outside......so I started barking at it...but it didn't go away. My mom open the back door for me to go outside as usual but there was water falling everywhere (I don't really like water too much). </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8hSGCXLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kgbAcsHBQbs/s1600-h/IMG_4049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8hSGCXLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kgbAcsHBQbs/s320/IMG_4049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392564146313256114" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I usually run outside but not today...I just sat and looked at all that water. Was I going to get a bath (I don't like baths).....I wasn't sure.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8guTLguI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LEbVugvlfU4/s1600-h/IMG_4050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8guTLguI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LEbVugvlfU4/s320/IMG_4050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392564136704705250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8gIgI6RI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JinUWggMUXI/s1600-h/IMG_4055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8gIgI6RI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JinUWggMUXI/s320/IMG_4055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392564126558513426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My mom and to give me a little push to get outside.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8ffJSZWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5eTrYpiYzWI/s1600-h/IMG_4064.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY8ffJSZWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5eTrYpiYzWI/s320/IMG_4064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392564115456812386" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I couldn't believe my eyes............there was water everywhere. My mom said it was RAIN.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY7s7M-emI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YoUNenFqUEk/s1600-h/IMG_4060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY7s7M-emI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YoUNenFqUEk/s320/IMG_4060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563246815148642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was trying to catch some in my mouth...........not bad.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY7sO6RMGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iZIe4eCh4fg/s1600-h/IMG_4072.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/StY7sO6RMGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iZIe4eCh4fg/s320/IMG_4072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392563234925523042" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After a while I kind of liked it.....so I just in the grass to take it all in.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">P.S.- I passed my Star Puppy and my Canine Good Citizen tests last weekend. I will show you my Star Puppy Medal when I get it. My mom sent for it in the mail. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My dad weighed me last night and I weigh 51 lbs. I can't believe I gained 10 pounds since my last post. My dad still holds me on his lap in the recliner though.</span></span></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-2119177910193881352009-09-19T08:59:00.001-07:002009-09-19T09:19:42.615-07:00Hi Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SrT_-J1MEvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rRxFLBJCKLg/s1600-h/IMG_4022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SrT_-J1MEvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rRxFLBJCKLg/s320/IMG_4022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383208897870566130" /></a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Hi Friends ! I am really sorry that I have not posted in so long. My mom is so lame and has not been helping me with my blog lately. I don't know what's wrong with her. Maybe now that school has started again she will start helping me. I finished my Doggie Manners class and now I am taking the Star Puppy class. I am the only one in the class because no one else showed up. I think I like it better when I have friends to play with in class. I went to see my Dr. the other day because my eye was bothering me ( it's OK now) and I weighed 41 pounds. My dad keeps saying that I am a small Golden but I am only 7 months old. I think I have more growing to do. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> This is the new wood floor my dad is putting in our house. It is a little slippery to walk on but I am getting used to it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I miss visiting all my friend blogs so hopefully we can do that soon. I have to keep my eye on mom. I hope all of my friends are doing great !</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Love, </span></span></div><div> </div> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333333"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*´¨)</span></span></b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333333"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(¸.•´ (¸.•´</span></span></b><span style="font: 13.0px Symbol"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">♥</span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Lexi </span></span></b><span style="font: 13.0px Symbol"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">♥</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333333"><b><br /></b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333333"><b><br /></b></p> <div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-28232993768984057512009-08-12T16:51:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:17:36.575-07:00Post From Lexi's Mom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SoNWRrHqXMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/F5O5-1J-ifE/s1600-h/IMG_3929.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SoNWRrHqXMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/F5O5-1J-ifE/s320/IMG_3929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369230042388389058" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lexi had an operation yesterday (she got spayed) and she is not too comfortable today. When she got home last night from the Vet she would not eat or drink anything...I could not even give her the pain pill. The Vet said she had to wear the cone for 14 days but I think that is a little too long.........we will see how she does. This cone is a nice soft one not like the hard ones our other dog had to have. She woke up today with a big appetite. Her Vet said to feed her a soft diet for a few days (chicken and rice)........oh she is in heaven with that. I hope she will go back to eating dog food. </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SoNWRN7WiUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NR6Hzofqmos/s1600-h/IMG_3938.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SoNWRN7WiUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NR6Hzofqmos/s320/IMG_3938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369230034552129858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She was trying to take the cone off...I guess she had enough of it.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SoNWQTiL7eI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lDzTu-nYBt8/s1600-h/IMG_3944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SoNWQTiL7eI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lDzTu-nYBt8/s320/IMG_3944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369230018877320674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She is resting a lot today like she is supposed too. She has jumped on the sofa a few times when we were not looking. She doesn't want to sleep there ( I would let her) just sit for a few minutes and then jump down. She has a nice comfy bed but seems to prefer the grou</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">nd.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SoNWP1RGppI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-_72l975S-E/s1600-h/IMG_3943.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SoNWP1RGppI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-_72l975S-E/s320/IMG_3943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369230010752607890" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She looks so sad with her little cone on. Don't they make pink cones? We like pink. </span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-34673361119491357482009-08-08T22:28:00.001-07:002009-08-08T22:54:25.170-07:00Helping My Dad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fOybORmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e6elgHCoB_Q/s1600-h/IMG_3882.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fOybORmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e6elgHCoB_Q/s320/IMG_3882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367832513530971746" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My dad built this new desk for our office the past three weekends and put it in today. I didn't get to help him build it because he did that in the garage and I am not allowed out there. But I did get to help him put it in...........I don't think he could have done it without my help</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fOsN9R7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/AWLEIw_p5U8/s1600-h/IMG_3883.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fOsN9R7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/AWLEIw_p5U8/s320/IMG_3883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367832511864719282" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am smelling the drill to make sure it is OK for him to use. It's really noisy......I don't like it much.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fOBtcrZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/97-CkVQykmU/s1600-h/IMG_3895.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fOBtcrZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/97-CkVQykmU/s320/IMG_3895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367832500454075794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Here I am getting a screw to give him</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. I'm not sure if he liked me walking across his stomach</span></span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fNSTSIsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9RqYb6Et2M0/s1600-h/IMG_3915.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fNSTSIsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9RqYb6Et2M0/s320/IMG_3915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367832487727866562" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This is me posing under the new desk.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fNB_enXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LWvtj3uVUnY/s1600-h/IMG_3910.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/Sn5fNB_enXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LWvtj3uVUnY/s320/IMG_3910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367832483349831026" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We got it all done.............it was a lot of hard work but we did it.</span></span>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818556373018030766.post-32756517405812591452009-07-30T22:05:00.000-07:002009-07-30T22:37:02.807-07:00Doggie Manners Class<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SnJ8EomxBLI/AAAAAAAAANw/hfs5HUblD6g/s1600-h/IMG_3784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SnJ8EomxBLI/AAAAAAAAANw/hfs5HUblD6g/s320/IMG_3784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364486525213017266" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This picture of me was taken at my new doggie training called Doggie Manners. For some reason mom thinks I need more manners. I have only been there one time so far but I really like it. There are big doggies there.......not little puppies. There is one other puppy there...he is 7 months old. He is the white one with tan spots in the picture below</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SnJ8EcVqCsI/AAAAAAAAANo/nQTbA9WDAgs/s1600-h/IMG_3779.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z09hKLhXAXM/SnJ8EcVqCsI/AAAAAAAAANo/nQTbA9WDAgs/s320/IMG_3779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364486521920031426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This is two of my new friends from school and me having a group smell........we all seem to like each other. The lab's name is Koda and she is pretty nice. Sammy is my puppy friend. Sammy's mom used ham pieces for his training treats and he got tired of them so his mom gave them to me and my mom gave Sammy some of my treats. I had had never had ham before and I was CRAZY about it</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Note from Lexi's mom: Our sweet Lexi jumped on the dinning room table today.....boy were we surprised and I think she was too. She also tries to steal food off the counters quite regularly now. So that is why we though she might need a little more training or maybe we do. She already had puppy training. I guess her days of me lifting her on to the chair are over. We still think she is the sweetest puppy ever !!!!</span></div>Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06179932265889638191noreply@blogger.com17