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Hello!!! Stryker and I are checking out the pool in an odd way. It turns out that we really do like the pool this way, upside down and without water. Weird huh, for water dogs? Momma decided to drain the water out of the pool, and she flipped it upside down to dry. No sooner did she walk away, Stryker and I pounced on the thing! We crushed it like we were stomping grapes or something. My little brother Georgie didn't know what to think. He just looked at us, thinking "You guys are crazy". Stryker and I immediately sunk our bellies to the bottom of the pool, and took a nap!<br />
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Well, it turns out that we poked a hole in the upside down pool and momma had to throw it out! We were sad, but we sure had fun while it lasted. Just as well, Autumn is upon us and we are starting to see cooler days, not that I swam in this pool or anything. At most, I bobbed for bones.<br />
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Here is a video (before we destroyed the pool) of my brother Stryker saving the bones from the pool. My brother Georgie is trying to help him. Notice that Stryker checks the other bones that have already been saved, just to make sure they are okay.<br />
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I really do like to swim, and am quite good at it. I am one happy pooch in a real pool or lake. You can't get me out. One time, Momma caught me in the lake all by myself. The gardener left the gate open. I was way out there, enjoying the big ole lake to myself, just my yellow head bobbin' away, with my dogpaddling generating a slight wake behind me. Ahhhh, that was a fun day. I <b>wonder </b>when I will be able to do that again!</div>
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<br />Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-25196714886496680522015-08-19T18:58:00.001-07:002015-08-19T19:08:47.015-07:00Baron and the Federal Law Clerk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Remember my GDA brother Baron? His owner received some good news today that I wanted to share with you all. Chris, Baron's owner, writes the following:<br />
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<i> Feeling blessed, honored, and a whirlwind of other emotions to announce that following graduation, I will serve the Western District of Kentucky as a federal law clerk. I've had a federal clerkship as my goal for a long time, and to be able to do this in my home state is amazing. My wife, a champion at life in all regards, has been my strength, comfort, and support ever since I decided to change careers. None of this could have ever happened without Emily, and I'm so excited to begin this next chapter with her!</i><br />
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This country is in an extreme heat wave, so my Mom convinced my Dad to take the Northern route: Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Nebraska (Dad doesn't like that state, because he and Papa once got stopped by the PoPo and had to pay a fine because the PoPo didn't believe that their rig was a motorhome. Cost them 800 dollars cash), Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Missouri, and of course finally my second home, the beautiful State of Arkansas at War Eagle Cove. </div>
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Tagging along on this trip (actually we are tagging along on this part of our trip) were Scott and Lauren who are going to college in Illinois. This was our first destination. Our second destination was The Brickyard 400 in Indianapolis, where Dad was working, and our third destination is right here at War Eagle Cove.</div>
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It took two weeks for us to get to Northwest Arkansas, and we had a grand time Our first stop was Cedar City, Utah.</div>
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Our second stop was Colorado. We stayed on the river, where there was a zip line, rock climbing, and river rafting.</div>
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Our third stop was Nebraska. Oh yeah, we don't want to stay here again. We tried to get through the whole state, but we ended up in Sterling, Nebraska, and the camp was not up to par. But, Lauren did make banana nut bread! Yummy.</div>
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Our fourth stop was Des Moines, Iowa. Now this was a great stop. For one, after last night's stop, we were very grateful for this KOA. But second, and more important, is that we were able to meet DJ, Barb, and Guide Dog Tyson! They graciously came to our camp to meet us. We have been FB friends for awhile and had never met. This was my Mom's first time to meet a Guide Dog Team working outside of GDA. Tyson is a black Labrador Retriever from Guide Dogs of America, who Mom raises puppies for. To finally see what these puppies become, a Guide Dog, and to see the love and committment of this team together is just amazing. We walked around camp to the brand new shaded dog park, which was huge, to let Tyson play free with me. Something interesting happened though, he didn't want to play with me. He is so in tune with DJ, his owner, that his loyalty is to her. My Mom watched in awe as DJ removed the harness form Tyson, and just left his leash attached. DJ and Tyson then started running! Tyson grabbed the leash in his mouth and followed DJ around in this big park, running. It was amazing to see them together. What a great team! Tyson is a very happy dog. </div>
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Our fifth stop was Lake Forest, Illinois. This is where we had to say good-bye to our niece and nephew, but not before touring the beautiful campus they will be attending. </div>
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Our sixth stop was Indiana. This is where Dad goes off to work with NASCAR. He is the onsite editor for NASCAR, where his work airs on SPEED Channel. We stayed at another KOA, which was ran by a very nice family. All of their childre chipped in to run this huge RV Park. Their 10 year old had been handed the reigns, so to speak, of the tractor led hayride! He did a great job. The kids picked up trash put out by campers at their site every morning. The kids cleaned the pool. The kids held the raffle, and made cotton candy, and set up the movie theater at night, and made root beer floats. AND THEY NEVER COMPLAINED! They always had smiles on their faces. They actally looked like they enjoyed a little hard work. Our camp was set up right against acres and acres of corn fields. Mom would go out to the fields behind us and buy fresh corn of the stalk that morning, and fresh eggs, green beans, and tomatoes. This KOA also had an awesome Bark Park. There was this dog named Tootsie. She was a Saint Bernard. How many licks does it take to get to the center of my ball? ONE! Tootsie squashed my balls! But, I still a bunch of fun pallin' around with the campers' pets. </div>
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Our seventh stop was back to Illinois. This is where Mom became the road renegade. Dad had to leave back to California to work on Swimming, so it was just Mom and I in the Airstream. Everyone worries about us traveling by ourselves, but not to worry, Mom knows her stuff and besides I will ALWAYS protect her, because I love her. We did not take one interstate highway from Indiana to Arkansas. We took back country roads and really saw America! Our stop for the night was Lake Shelbyville, operated by the Corps of Engineers. Normally, our camping fees run between 30-40 dollars per night, but here it was only $18. They allow dogs in the lake, but not in swimming areas, so I found the spot, and in I went. Swim, swim, swim. Little did I know, it was where the Amish fish, but they didn't care. The Amish husband was interested in my Mom's independence and struck up a conversation with her. She told him all about Guide Dogs! The women stayed behind, but the young boys were intersted in the convo too! </div>
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Our eighth stop was Missouri. Continuing on country roads, we found a Mo. State Park, called Babler. It is situated just west of St. Louis, near Daniel Boone's town of St. Charles. This park was donated by a doctor, 2500 acres of land situated amongst mansions of the midwest. We're talkin' six car garages and three story high houses fenced with horses on rolling hills. Our campsite had almost an acre of land for me to run on. Yahoo!</div>
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And here I am, bakin' in this heat wave. You know, it's actually too hot to go in the lake right now. I'm just cruisin' the house with 17 other animals and three humans in the air conditioner. I keep wanting to stay outside, but Mom says NO! TOO HOT! I ran from her, but she didn't chase me. Then she tricked me. Want a treat? That got me to the door of the house, but she grabbed my collar and took me to the Airstream and now I'm quarantined for the rest of the day. She did give me a Natural Balance treat though. Apparently, there is an extreme heat advisory out, and I don't know what that means. All I want to do is play. But she knows what's best for me, so I am on the BED! Nap time for the rest of the day, until the sun sets.</div>
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Oh Boy! Do I have a lot of catching up to do. I said I was back, and I didn't come back for a year. Oops. Momma's hands have been very busy this past year, and blogging had to take a vacation for awhile.<br />
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Right after my last post, Baron was called in early to Guide Dogs of America for Formal Training. He stayed in Formal Training for 6 months, afterwhich he was matched with a young man named Chris, from Kentucky. Baron and Chris graduated on January 29th, 2012. Chris used to live here in California, but decided to go back to Kentucky, so that he could be closer to his sweetie. They are getting married on Baron's birthday, April 21st, 2013. What are the odds of that happening?</div>
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The day we turned in Baron for Formal Training, our family left on a month long vacation in the Airstream to take our niece and nephew to college in Illinois, and then went on to Arkansas to visit my Momma's dad. He lives on the lake, and the last time I was there, I sllipped away and went swimming in Beaver Lake. Momma caught me, and called me in, and now she keeps a closer eye on me. It was good to get away, and keep me occupied, because without Baron at the house I would have drove my parents crazy. So, going on vacation was awesome. I saw so many new places, and got to pal around with my grandpa's 5 dogs; 3 Schnouzers, and 2 Yorkies.</div>
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The day that we got back home from traveling, we went back to Guide Dogs of America to pick up another Puppy In Training. This is the third puppy that my parents have raised for Guide Dogs of America. I was the first! My new buddy's name is Stryker, and he was born on July 2nd, 2012. He was 7 weeks old when he came to live with us. He is a black lab, and as big as Baron. Stryker is 14 months old now! We get along great.</div>
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I can't believe it's been four years since I have blogged. Life got very busy for my family, and I have so much to update you on.<br />
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I am 6 years old now! I guess I will start filling you in where we left off in July, 2011. <br />
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At that time, I had to say goodbye to my buddy, Guide Dog Puppy in Training, Baron. Baron entered formal training and after a few months, graduated as a full fledged Guide Dog in April, 2012. He was paired up with a wonderful young man named Chris, and they live in Kentucky. Chris is married and is attending his third year of law school! Baron is 5 years old now.<br />
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After Stryker was deemed a breeder, Momma still had the puppy raising itch, so she signed up again to raise another puppy for Guide Dogs of America. This time she was handed the ever-loving beautiful labrador-golden retriever cross named OTTO! OTTO became our family's 4th dog to raise for Guide Dogs of America. OTTO was named after a retired Marine. OTTO had a sponsor, and wouldn't you know it, she is from Kentucky! Well, that was all Momma needed to hear, and she put all of us furkids in the Airstream trailer and took off to Kentucky!. She picked up Baron the Guide and off we all went on vacation. Baron's Dad and Mom went on a cruise out of the country, so Baron got to hang around with us! OTTO made it though all of his puppy training and formal training, and is a Guide Dog in Colorado now for a very nice lady who likes sci-fi conventions!<br />
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Momma still had the bug to puppy raise after OTTO. Now at this point, I'm thinking that I'm getting too old for this puppy raising, big brother stuff, but you know what, Stryker has become the active canine in the house to foster GDA brothers, so it's not all that bad. I just hang out and do my own thing while those guys ruff it up!<br />
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So, now we have Georgie at the house. Georgie is 1.5 years old now. He and Stryker play all day long, while I just hang out! With all that said, there are three canines in the house. Me, Styrker, and Georgie. It's a happy medium!<br />
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Momma isn't going to puppy raise anymore for Guide Dogs of America. My parentals have made the decision to move to the countryside out of state, where we can run and run and run! We are really looking forward to moving to the country house! I LOVE THE COUNTRY HOUSE! I can get in trouble for sneaking out to the lake for a swim. <br />
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Until next time, tail wags and doggie licks! Winter.<br />
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<br />Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-73152149675204248472011-07-16T15:26:00.000-07:002011-07-16T16:44:45.178-07:00I'm baaaaaack!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBipmUGFd6A/TiIeRsbJMFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/L6S-IlHRXv0/s1600/IMG_3076.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBipmUGFd6A/TiIeRsbJMFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/L6S-IlHRXv0/s400/IMG_3076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630095773498159186" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Hello followers!<div><br /></div><div>Yes, it has been almost a year since you have heard from me. My mom has been very busy raising another puppy for Guide Dogs of America. About a month after I was released from Guide Dogs of America, Mom brought home Baron, a male yellow lab to raise. Baron was raised in our house for one year. Well, Baron went in for Formal Training training yesterday to become a Guide. That means that Mom has double time for me now. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCIo3YY32hA/TiIfBI9adQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FGU3TPSNa40/s400/IMG_5531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630096588611941634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>A little update on a couple of my litter mates: Westin and Wrangler became Guides! I am so proud of them. Westin graduated a few months ago, and Wrangler graduated last week. I get updates on Westin from time to time, and he's doing great. He even got to take a vacation and go visit his Puppy Raisers!</div><div><br /></div><div>As for me, I have calmed down a bit in the last year. I still don't settle very well, but I'm much better. I had to learn really quick that I was not going to be wearing the yellow jacket anymore. In the beginning of my Career Change to lazy dog, I had to become backyard worthy or I was going to be spending a bunch of time in the kennel. I love my kennel, but not that much. I had to learn the words "no plant". I spend my days in the back yard, and have learned to enjoy them. Mom still says no to staying in the house while she's gone, unless I'm in my kennel.</div><div><br /></div><div>You see, I swallowed more socks. I'm very sneaky, and when Mom was in the laundry room with her back turned to me, I would quietly slip my snout into the laundry bin and pull socks out. Well, I swallowed a couple and had to have surgery. It was a really hard surgery to recover from, and it cost my parents major bucks. I tested the waters one more time after that, and my loving Dad got so mad at me he scared me AND Mom, and I dropped the sock in fear for the first time. I have not touched socks since, and hope not to ever again.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbKw5vCGWuI/TiIfhFis1TI/AAAAAAAAAO8/SSLyjBCVu8A/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630097137450407218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I found out I love to swim. One time when I was in Arkansas, I slipped into the lake and just took off. I now swim in my friend's pool and I love to go to the beach. Mom's interested in taking me to a Splash Dog event to see if I'm interested.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tQwuAYnsR64/TiIerXuWwXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8K5-0fdImJo/s400/IMG_5542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630096214618194290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I also love to travel. I have been traveling across America in an Airstream. Last year, I logged 15,000 miles. Baron and I had a nice setup in the back seats of the truck, a twin sized foam bed! We just snoozed the whole day away, and before you knew it, we were in another state. I'm getting ready to take another road trip This time I won't have my buddy Baron, but I'll have the whole back seat to myself.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFi4aZZsjEY/TiIfg3OAm8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/vwF854grJhY/s400/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630097133605526466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>In a nutshell, that is what I have been up to this last year. I'll be checking back in regularly now, so come back soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>Winter</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-30441940088098126512010-08-04T23:34:00.000-07:002010-08-05T02:01:10.684-07:00BIG UPDATE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp9LCbzFyI/AAAAAAAAANU/h33JBf-b2tE/s1600/DSC_5335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp9LCbzFyI/AAAAAAAAANU/h33JBf-b2tE/s400/DSC_5335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501847523371980578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp7dmu2_MI/AAAAAAAAANE/75AYWHMMius/s1600/DSC_5499.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp7dmu2_MI/AAAAAAAAANE/75AYWHMMius/s400/DSC_5499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501845643329993922" border="0" /></a><br />Wow! It has been way too long since I have updated my blog. Plenty has happened since my last post. Let's just get it out of the way. Ummmmmm, hmmmmmm, wellllllll, uhhhhhhhh, you seeeeeee, OKAY, I WAS CAREER CHANGED! Released, rejected, whatever you want to call it. Unfortunately, I am not the right dog to become a Guide Dog. Guide Dogs are exceptionally well behaved, and I just could not stay still or quiet. Which meant going to church was really hard, and so were the board meetings, oh yes, and class, and all of the elementary schools. I made many people uncomfortable, and I also made people laugh at my antics. When it comes right down to it, I got an "F" for Forever Dog. I am now the proud Owner of Tina and Brian. Yes I said that right. That's what I like to think anyway. My Raisers/Owners have been so patient with me. I'm still working on obedience, and learning to be still and quiet. I have a long way to go.<div><br /></div><div>BUT!!! I have help now. Do you know what my Owner's did? They got another dog! YES! I have a playmate. His name is Baron, and he was born in April at Guide Dogs of America, and he is now 15 weeks old. He came to live with us when he was 7 weeks old. We play every day, and he has helped me to settle. Baron is the calmest dog I have ever met, and nothing bothers him, not even me :) He gets to wear the yellow jacket now, and be the Puppy in Training of the house. I really like having him around. At first, I thought, "When is he going home?" I thought he was just visiting, but now I know he's here to be my buddy for awhile, and I get to be his Big Brother.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp71SkKItI/AAAAAAAAANM/tKDIyc5vNgA/s1600/DSC_5537.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp71SkKItI/AAAAAAAAANM/tKDIyc5vNgA/s400/DSC_5537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501846050233262802" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp9LqUyKkI/AAAAAAAAANc/F1VB0S9Rt34/s1600/DSC_5384.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp9LqUyKkI/AAAAAAAAANc/F1VB0S9Rt34/s400/DSC_5384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501847534079978050" border="0" /></a></div><div>There were many other siblings in my litter from Guide Dogs of America. If I were still a Puppy in Training, I would have to be turned in on Saturday back to Guide Dogs of America for Formal Training. Baron went to a Guide Dogs of America Graduation last Sunday and saw my litter mate Westin. I wish Westin and all of the "W's" the best in Formal Training, and congratulations on your next step to becoming a Guide.</div><div><br /></div><div>As for me, I'll still continue my blog, and you can also follow raising Baron on Facebook. His page is Bringing Up Baron.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp9MIMdW6I/AAAAAAAAANk/C8zVrW0wjps/s1600/DSC_5407.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/TFp9MIMdW6I/AAAAAAAAANk/C8zVrW0wjps/s400/DSC_5407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501847542098123682" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-54847163490620259142009-12-26T16:09:00.000-08:002009-12-26T16:47:56.654-08:00The Gondy Ride<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Winter has met Winter at Mammoth Mountain, California. On Christmas Day, I turned 10 months old, and my puppy raisers decided to spend the Holiday in the snow. <div><br /></div><div>I've never been in the snow before. There are so many different textures for my puppy paws to experience. There was soft snow, crunchy snow, ice, salt pebbles, asphalt crumbles, dirt,,,,,all of these textures are good for my paws, because it toughens the pads up. When I go "In For Training", I should have some awesome tough paws to train with. </div><div><br /></div><div>After every walk, I would get a little mini spa for my paws. They would get washed and checked for any injury. With the ice, it's possible to cut a paw pad, and little pebble could get stuck in between my pads too. My little big paws got burrrrry chilly, but the nice warm water bath after my walks was super duper nice. I was in no hurry to get out!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I got to ride the "Gondy", aka Gondola! But first, to reach the Gondola I had to walk about a 1/4 of a mile very, very gingerly for my handler. The last thing I wanted to do was take her down. The snow and ice is very slippery for her, not so much for me. I have claws ;-)</div><div>We got up to the Gondy and it said NO DOGS. Hahahaha. Fortunately for me, I was dressed and ready to work. I sat and watched the Gondy cars go by for a few, before I decided to get on one. I was curious how this contraption worked. I've been on many car rides before, not one in the air!</div><div><br /></div><div>I walked right up to the Gondy car and hurried on, with a little jump and I was in! Now what? Hmmmmmm. Not too sure about this. We are all sitting in a circle looking at each other, and uhoh, zoom,,,,,,there goes the gondola. We are in the air! Climbing, getting higher. The ground beneath me feels funny. My handler had me jump up on the seat so I could see out. Wow, what a view.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Szat6OUXdqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ucacKJUhK-8/s1600-h/IMG_0616.jpeg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Szat6OUXdqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ucacKJUhK-8/s400/IMG_0616.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419710417374508706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Szat5r8dhQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hDwcdzwDk4s/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpeg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Szat5r8dhQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hDwcdzwDk4s/s400/IMG_0612.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419710408147436802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Now we are getting closer to the Lodge where we have to get off. A few bumps later and we are at load-out. The door opens and out I go. And the crowd goes wild. "AWE". "Mommy, look a puppy and he has clothes on." "What's his name?" ..."Winter" AWE!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I had a really great time escorting my puppy raiser, Tina, to the hill and back home. I can't wait to do it again tomorrow. She said she would take me to the top of the mountain, over 11,000 feet on the Gondy if I get used to it. We'll see.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Szat6XFdGBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qvJhloRkpAk/s400/IMG_0620.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419710419727882258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 294px; " /></span></div></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-32408715950972654042009-11-08T21:32:00.000-08:002009-11-08T21:41:16.432-08:00Are You Kidding Me?<div style="text-align: left;">Leave it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveqFYkwQHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yWPX_39gx24/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveqFYkwQHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yWPX_39gx24/s400/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973287526875250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(heart shaped peanut butter treats)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveqEoIQMNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gxhPAKjk7rs/s1600-h/IMG_1398.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveqEoIQMNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gxhPAKjk7rs/s400/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973274522431698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">OK, fine, I'll just chew on my toy then. (Good Boy)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveqFo4YGUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cGozu-WLiVg/s400/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973291904145730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-33807451109942872502009-11-08T21:03:00.000-08:002009-11-08T21:24:12.216-08:00Winter and the Italian<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SvenJbZlsBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_vePQFkoTeQ/s1600-h/Max+Papis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SvenJbZlsBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_vePQFkoTeQ/s400/Max+Papis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970058469945362" /></a><br />When NASCAR was in town, my dad took my mom and I along with him on a very important dinner with our friend Richard and race car driver Max Papis. Max is Italian, so we went to an Italian Restaurant in Newport Beach on Lido Isle. I had to be on my best behavior, and table-up! I did, no problem, it was past my bedtime. Afterwards, my mom and Max talked about each other's charities. He was going to Children's Hospital in Long Beach the next day. I hope I get to meet Max again someday to tell him more about where I came from and what I was born to do, be a Guide Dog! He's a really nice man, and a great race car driver. GO MAX!Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-53091522937637757972009-11-08T19:54:00.000-08:002009-11-08T20:44:41.348-08:00Winter and the Hollywood Bowl<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveTcfy59MI/AAAAAAAAALM/I2PCuY2yCWQ/s1600-h/IMG_1294.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveTcfy59MI/AAAAAAAAALM/I2PCuY2yCWQ/s400/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401948395834832066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>MY FIRST CONCERT! It all started about a month ago, when mommy Tina joined the Jason Mraz fan club on Facebook. Jason's fan club had a pre-sale, and 10 minutes after they went on sale, all of the tickets were sold! Tina happened to get two tickets, but..........they were not together. How can I go to Jason Mraz, my first concert and not sit with both puppy raisers? One ticket was in Garden seating and the other ticket was in the Terrace. Dad was worried, mom was not. A dilemma indeed.</div><div><br /></div><div>The day before the concert, Tina called the Hollywood Bowl and introduced me as "Winter" a Guide Dog Puppy In Training. She asked if there was an area that we could be moved to that would have a little bit more room for me to dance! They were tickled pink, and happy to accommodate......just look at the face I gave them! So, we traded in our tickets for two seats next to each other and away we went.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveTcq2CtmI/AAAAAAAAALU/eV-0nlCC3dc/s400/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401948398800778850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveTb_XWtdI/AAAAAAAAALE/HvlAGUsriqA/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG"></a></div><div>The gates were not open yet, so we decided to go to the Hollywood Bowl Museum, located on the grounds and free to the public. You can learn about the history of the Hollywood Bowl, and about the artists that have performed there. They also have larger than life musical instruments to experiment with. Here is a picture of me conducting with Esa Pekka Salonen=)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveTb_XWtdI/AAAAAAAAALE/HvlAGUsriqA/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveTb_XWtdI/AAAAAAAAALE/HvlAGUsriqA/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401948387129341394" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a>After the museum, my dad Brian took us around to the super secret back entrance that is open to the public, but the public doesn't know! Hence, we were the first in line to get in, and when the gates opened we immediately bee-lined it for the restaurant. (Speaking of bees,,,,I'm okay after my bee sting. Nothing that a weeks worth of Benedryl can't handle!) After enjoying a wonderful "table-up" with my puppy raisers, we headed for our seats. WHAT A SURPRISE! FRONT ROW RISER, STAGE RIGHT! It was not even traditional seating. It was more like, my own yard, but shared with six 12 year old girls, and it was their first concert too! Here is my view!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveTdHSWDPI/AAAAAAAAALc/fFI8qic8KBA/s400/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401948406435679474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveTdUlNsyI/AAAAAAAAALk/fWOSqM5w5aY/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SveTdUlNsyI/AAAAAAAAALk/fWOSqM5w5aY/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401948410004484898" /></a>I had such a great time, and I can't wait for another concert! It was a long night, and I really tried to stay awake, but with two opening acts, Brett Dennen and G Love and Special Sauce,,,, and then when I had to "get busy", it was a really long walk out of the gate and then back in,,,,well I conked out.<div><br /></div><div>Until next blog friends......I have a "table-up" date with a famous race car driver!</div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-67039683686373335902009-10-28T07:21:00.000-07:002009-10-28T07:57:16.396-07:00The Sawdust Festival<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SuhWuayYRQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/59qZEl_Hk9U/s1600-h/IMG_1159.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SuhWuayYRQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/59qZEl_Hk9U/s400/IMG_1159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397659508868138242" /></a><br />In the Summertime, I went on an excursion to the Sawdust Festival. Yes Sawdust!!! Sawdust here, there, everywhere! No sniff, no sniff, no sniff. I was just shy of 6 months old then (now I'm 8 months old). This place would make a great backyard. It was so full of fun, foliage, water, bridges....oh, I was happy here! <div><br /></div><div>Here is our group picture.....well a series of pictures to get to the group picture. You see, it took us awhile to get just the right shot. The puppy raisers were laughing. They all thought it was funny, but somehow I felt if I stepped off of the bench without being released, it wouldn't be funny, so I just STAYED! </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Hey, where are you going?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SuhWwYMw5NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/o6wGX9pXCbg/s400/IMG_1174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397659542533235922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Get back here!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SuhWvi1NBbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/a0nJhuLq9rw/s400/IMG_1170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397659528207336882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> "There you are!"</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SuhWvElgq5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/xgjHXc95Oqc/s400/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397659520088451986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Now we are all here." And look I stayed the whole time! I'm so proud of myself</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SuhWu48fwCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qk_zltGFM1Q/s400/IMG_1161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397659516963635234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-32814999521093912072009-10-28T06:48:00.000-07:002009-10-28T07:07:51.254-07:00Winter and the bee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SuhO3E0CzbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tEsVAK61MO0/s1600-h/winter+bee+sting"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SuhO3E0CzbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tEsVAK61MO0/s400/winter+bee+sting" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397650861495340466" /></a><br />Last night at obedience class I was doing so good. Ramona had us on a downstay, and I was watching the ants go by in the crack, and then this bigger bug came by, so I sniffed it! Bad idea. I got stung by a bee! I flicked him off of my lip really quick. My puppy raiser saw the bee and immediately announced that I had been stung. All of the puppy raisers ran to their cars to search for Benadryl, luckily Dutch's raiser had some in her car. Within 10 minutes my whole lip swelled up, so that means I'm allergic! I have to tell GDA what happened so they know that I am allergic for future handlers. AND I have to keep Benadryl in my "Go Bag" all of the time now. The swelling could have kept going, but it stopped and was kept localized, so that's good, but had it gone any further than just the localized area we would have gone to the emergency, as this situation can turn quickly into a breathing problem. It's good we have bee's. We need them, but not on my body! <div><br /></div><div>Note: Puppy Raisers: check with your vet as to the proper dosage for your dog's weight, and be sure to report any allergic reaction from any kind of sting.</div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-21260187252067404532009-10-03T19:44:00.000-07:002009-10-03T20:27:12.799-07:00Dog Gone Summer<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SsgTsK6GHhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vhn4dzKGMxY/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SsgTsK6GHhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vhn4dzKGMxY/s400/IMG_1262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388578603711995410" /></a><br />Wow, has it been a long time since I have given you an update. The Summer went by so fast, and now here we are in the Fall already. I'm 7 months old now, and I can't wait for Halloween. I get to dress up, and go Trick or Treating with my niece Emma. It's her first time Trick or Treating too. I hope we don't get too frightened.<div><br /></div><div>So, back to why I have not been blogging lately. I was sick for 3 weeks, no obedience, no walks, no shopping, no bank, no post office, no playing with my doggy buddies. Can you say "Patience Young Grasshopper"? I learned how to be on a tie down really good. I learned my backyard configuration very well. Hmmmmm, I like television and music, especially Wall-E. That Eve is so sweet. I love her. When Wall-E says Eeeeeeeeeeeeva, I just melt, and tilt my head to the side. I like to lay on my mom's lap while she rubs my belly and watch Wall-E.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of belly. There is something else I have to tell you. I am one step closer to becoming a Guide Dog, because after I got better from my icky Summer sicky, I got called in to be neutered. Yep, I had the Big Boy Operation! So my belly rubs are very gentle right now, and we are back to the no no no's. No running, no jumping, no rough-housing, no walks (well we can have short controlled walks), and the nice vet department sent me home with a thing for my head. They call it a martini glass. I call it a real pain in the.........neck! Some people call it a lampshade, the cone of silence, conehead, whatever........it really is limiting my activity level here. </div><div><br /></div><div>With all of this down time, I did manage to get lucky and attend the 2nd Annual GDA Campout, at Lake Casitas, in the Ventura County mountains, near Ojai. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SsgTspNAmHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QEby6GYTYG8/s400/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388578611844388978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>My puppy raiser Tina, took the Airstream and we joined dozens of other GDA dogs. There were working Guides, and Puppies in Training, and Breeders there. My mom brought the Puppy Pool and I swam with Kelly and Catalina. It was very hot there, over 100 during the day, but in the 60's at night. We saw racoons during one night as I had to "get busy". </div><div><br /></div><div>Every morning I went for a walk with my fellow GDA puppy friends, Sammy, Perry, and Catalina. We got to play on the playground and go down the slides. That was fun. I didn't hesitate at all. Here are some memories.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is Catalina, Sammy, Perry, and me, Winter:</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SsgTri4w9zI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Bpb8icby2XY/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SsgTri4w9zI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Bpb8icby2XY/s400/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388578592968996658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>This is Catalina and I playing tug of war:</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SsgTq5fhJ7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T1jwGaj1tTU/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SsgTq5fhJ7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T1jwGaj1tTU/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SsgTq5fhJ7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T1jwGaj1tTU/s400/IMG_1252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388578581857249202" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>I had the best time at the campout. I can't wait for next year! I really like this camping thing. Next stop, Napa!</div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-27426556258152643362009-08-06T16:32:00.000-07:002009-08-06T17:09:53.826-07:00Obedience Week Two, Brian's Turn<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Sntt1-UNZZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ySTGmR_AF64/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Sntt1-UNZZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ySTGmR_AF64/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367004154970334610" /></a><br />It's Brian's turn to take the leash! I can get away with things when Brian is at the reigns. He doesn't get to spend as much time with me like Tina does, so I really take advantage of Brian. But this is not a good idea, not a good idea at all, especially when in front of Ramona. She knows my antics and moves right in to correct me. Ramona helped Brian a bunch today with me. I acted up a bit, but I got over it. Here's a picture of me with my group. Notice how Sydney , Palmer, Garth, and Yogi are in a perfect big boy sit, except for me? "There's an awful lot of movement going on there. What's going on with Winter?", says Ramona. Ughh. Brian's face turned red. I better behave. Here she comes!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Sntt4vM-UPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HVlLl2XolnQ/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367004202453061874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div><br /></div><div>We then warmed up a bit. Brian and I led the pack, and I gave him a bit of a hard time, but Ramona coaxed us along. Along with bouncing tennis balls and squeaky toys to distract us. I finally settled down. We then lined up and went to a down stay, and Romona walked all around us trying to distract us. We looked at her, but we didn't get up. I figured, no other dogs were getting up, so I'm not either. We are trying to work up to staying down for 4 minutes. We all stayed!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Sntt3Qo9EyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_3crhNb_cXE/s400/IMG_1012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367004177069052706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Sntt38RO_II/AAAAAAAAAJc/fG9HFTKqnoM/s400/IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367004188780723330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Sntt4EUBgSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/z7bv883qvvs/s400/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367004190939906338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I was really surprised when Brian took ahold of me for obedience today, but I'm glad he did. I need to spend more time with him. Until next Tuesday!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-80597807168427671332009-08-06T15:34:00.000-07:002009-08-06T16:31:17.399-07:00Round and Round and Round I Go!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Snti36XdoQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/G6X7ZuqKEfM/s1600-h/IMG_1046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Snti36XdoQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/G6X7ZuqKEfM/s400/IMG_1046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366992093642072322" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Today was one of those days where we really didn't have anything planned. My Auntie Michelle came over and we went to Sport Chalet and South Coast Plaza, oh yeah! <div><br /></div><div>First, we went to Sport Chalet because my jacket needs an extension. I'm a hefty 40 pounds now and my baby jacket is tight. When we walked in, we realized that the item I was in need of, was on the second floor. There it was right in front of us, the Escalator! Hmmmm, rethink,,,,,,,find elevator. I'm not trained to go on an escalator yet, or an elevator for that matter. We found the elevator, ding , the door opened, and then shut!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SntiFs8q-4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/q7gOXxRZm30/s400/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366991231046581122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SntiGG2i4_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/8FDGsdLPlGk/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SntiGG2i4_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/8FDGsdLPlGk/s400/IMG_1021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366991238000206834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>We just sat there for a minute before the button was pressed, a minute too long, because , magically a completely different door opened up behind me and a man walked into our elevator. I was a good boy, and stayed down. The man pressed a button, and then the floor moved up into my belly. We arrived on the second floor and out we went to find my jacket extension strap. Yay, success, they had one. Back to the elevator, and down we went to checkout, and then off to the Plaza.</div><div><br /></div><div>We arrived inside South Coast Plaza, and came around the corner, and......wow, what I saw before my eyes was complete joy, a Merry Go Round. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here I am, first in line for the Merry Go Round:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SntiHCAGVFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Upk0zV80P3c/s400/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366991253877970002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>It had music and horses and lights, and colors and kids, oh boy! I got right on and sat with my Raiser, while Auntie kept another horse company. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SntiHvqlf7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/yG80PP2eSow/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SntiHvqlf7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/yG80PP2eSow/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366991266135769010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div>The Merry Go Round started, and round and round and round we went. The wind in my face felt great. The lights were so fun to look at. The music was blazing. Some horses stood still, while others went up and down. I had a horses hind hooves just inches from me, but I never touched them! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Snti23wSwaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4LSQ36rOMtc/s1600-h/IMG_1033.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Snti23wSwaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4LSQ36rOMtc/s400/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366992075761041826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Snti2e9HLGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9ti4UyNN2LU/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Snti2e9HLGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9ti4UyNN2LU/s400/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366992069103922274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>I really enjoyed the motion and put my head down and just let it ride. What a great ride. I'm coming back again sometime.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Snti3UogZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/_IlKWYtND48/s400/IMG_1037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366992083513010114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div>Here's a picture of me with my Auntie at the fountain. That fountain is big enough for me to swim in:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SntiGmib5CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/57fTcZIcYlI/s400/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366991246505796642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div>After my fun ride, we all went to The Rainforest Cafe. I was so tired, I just slept! When we left, I stopped by the water tank bar and took this picture.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SntnodnmMvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bgCC2FDE6l4/s400/IMG_1039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366997325785215730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div>I like the mall! We should go there more. It's air conditioned!</div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-2613409128104775712009-07-25T19:38:00.000-07:002009-07-25T20:20:36.370-07:00I'm 5 Months Old Now!Today is my birthday. I'm 5 months old now, and growing up fast. I am 39 pounds, and too heavy to be picked up anymore. I'm big enough to get in the truck all by myself, although I still need a little lift into the H2. I must be in my teenage years, because I have acne! Can you imagine that? Oh, I received a nail trim today. With the acne medication and nail trim, I felt like I was at the spa!<div><br /></div><div>I got up bright and early this morning and went to Guide Dogs of America for our monthly obedience. My littermates, Westin, Wiki, and Wailea were there. It was so nice to see them. In exactly one month, we will all see each other again when we spend three days together in the kennel for the first time. </div><div><br /></div><div>During obedience today, we practiced walking with a loose leash, sit, and stay. I have been practicing this everyday, but I get so excited and end up pulling on my leash. I think that the pulling is going to end today, because after class, I received a new accessory. It's shiny and has links, and is sort of like a necklace. They call it a "training collar". What a nice gift Yvonne gave me today at GDA. She said that I will get a new one in another month. Woohoo, I think :/</div><div><br /></div><div>After obedience, I stopped off at my cousin's house Cheyenne, and Cinnamon. They have a super huge backyard with grass! This was my first time to run free in a yard and play. I ran and ran and ran, until I was exhausted. I had never stretched out my legs like that before, and oh boy did I have fun. They had a really nice tennis ball that I wanted to play with, but I'm not allowed, so I saw a bone and grabbed that instead. I was so proud of myself to ignore the tennis ball, and so was Cinnamon. Thanks Aunt Michelle and Uncle Brian! I was so tired after that, I took a 3 hour nap!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today was a really fun and full day, and I'm ready for bed now. Off to my kennel I go. I need my sleep, so I can grow! Until next time!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-7010721030912117552009-07-22T21:56:00.000-07:002009-07-22T23:30:24.746-07:00Basic Obedience Begins!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmgBrXi_S_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/46zBTADwSt0/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Smf__Bk7SEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YOCng2Q_Ktg/s1600-h/IMG_0963.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/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Smf__Bk7SEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YOCng2Q_Ktg/s320/IMG_0963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361535339628021826" /></a><br />I have been in Puppy Kindergarten since I was 7 weeks old. Now that I am 5 months old, I can join the big group at Basic Obedience. We meet for one hour each week with Ramona. She keeps us on our paws, and our Raisers on their toes. I acted up a bit and before my mom knew it, Ramona was in my face. I was talking back, and Ramona was not having any of that. I listened to Ramona, for sure. My mom just let her get in my face. She almost looked happy. I guess I have been giving my Raisers a hard time by barking back when I don't like something. My little eyes were like saucers. I guess I better listen really well because if I don't behave next time I see Ramona, she's gonna get me! <div><br /></div><div>After that little episode, I decided I better follow along. That means no barking. The first thing I learned in class is that I am a big boy now and I should sit like a big boy, no lazy sits. If I sit lazy, then my mom takes a step forward, and makes me sit all over again. We practiced downs and sits, and downs and sits, and then stay! Stay, while they walk away. This was hard. Since I am little still, Ramona told my Raiser to move up a little with me. That way I would not have a tendency so much to break my "stay".</div><div><br /></div><div>Our next task was something that all of the other dogs had done before, but I had not. There was a 50 foot lead that replaced our leash. Our job was to "stay" in a sit, while our Raiser walked away 50 feet (without looking back at us), turned around, called us, and we were supposed to run back, with vigor! Yes, it's a lot to ask, I think. But I paid attention and watched all of the others do it first. Garth, Palmer, Kip, Sidney, all did really well, except that Sidney was not quite vigorous enough, so he had to do it twice. Now it was my turn. I was put in a sit, and Tina walked away, never looking back, but Ramona was right beside me keeping me company. Tina got to the end, turned around, said "Winter come!", and I bolted. I bolted so fast, right to Tina's arms. She was so excited, and so was Ramona. Everyone was cheering for me. They made me do it again. Woohoo. This time I didn't stay, so Ramona had to correct me. But, believe me I listen to her! The command was given, I bolted, and everyone cheered. I can't wait to try this game at home. It was fun.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Smf__ozgYJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dBtSPpURmbI/s320/IMG_0976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361535350158155922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Smf__xRi4qI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BROYtWwPGuk/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361535352431633058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmgAAe-r6SI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZPsE4h2dCOk/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361535364700563746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div><br /></div><blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmgAAtyl3gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/alJMSvTcQ10/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmgAAtyl3gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/alJMSvTcQ10/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361535368676367874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Smf__ozgYJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dBtSPpURmbI/s1600-h/IMG_0976.JPG"><br /></a></blockquote><div>We all lined up and it was question and answer time. My dad decided to chime in, while my mom gave a slight grimace, and said that he was ratting me out. He asked, "What do you do when your dog is running around crazy and you can't catch him?" (hahaha) Ramona gave a big smile, and said "You mean the Labrador Shuffle?" That's when we tuck our behinds under and run run run. Laughter filled the lesson, because everyone knew what she was talking about. Ramona says that we have a bunch of energy, and we can't be exercised enough, so it's our way of letting loose all of that energy we have. It's amazing the precision turning ability that we have during the Labrador Shuffle.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmgBrXi_S_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/46zBTADwSt0/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmgBrXi_S_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/46zBTADwSt0/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361537200951348210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmgAAtyl3gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/alJMSvTcQ10/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"></a></div><div>I really enjoyed the Obedience class, and can't wait until next week. The park is really nice and had so many distractions, like birds, geese, skateboarders, bicycles, balls, walkers, runners, dogs, whew! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-54199471933757253362009-07-22T20:08:00.000-07:002009-07-23T00:05:22.196-07:00My First Group Outing<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfpHh06ymI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1fYTPyRZm_o/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfnWO6iMvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V1CUEP4I4J0/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfhvtdTEOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/R0nn2M2kbxg/s1600-h/IMG_0905.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfhvtdTEOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/R0nn2M2kbxg/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361502091180445922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><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>Last Saturday, I was finally able to join other Puppies in Training from our Orange County group. In attendance were Dexter, Darla, Kip, Luca, Palmer, and myself, along with our Raisers and Puppy Sitters (Barbara, Chuck, Pat, Arica, Mark, Tammy, Tina, Brian, and Colby. We all met at Downtown Disney in the 97 degree heat and made our way to the jungle, The Rainforest Cafe! <div><br /></div><div>But before I tell you all about our outing, first I wanted to tell you that while waiting for the other pups to arrive, I saw Cinderella's Carriage. Her beautiful shiny carriage was horse driven. The horse was shimmering white and very tall. I got to stand just a few feet from him for a long time. He was so tall, and I was so intrigued by his stature that I never moved a muscle. Luca and Kip showed up with Raisers Barbara and Pat, and they tried to get closer but Cinderella's Carriage driver said that was close enough!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><b>LUCA</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfhwumR6LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/efgoF_1gJHA/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361502108666423474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><b>KIP</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Smfhxqk_H8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YGlJXSt03LY/s320/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361502124767125442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><b>DARLA</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfhxFNv8lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TUFts-ahZKc/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361502114737549906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>As we made our way through the sea of people to the Rainforest Cafe, we came upon a really adorable little girl. She loved us! We all received a tender touch from her. I actually gave her a kiss! Isn't she cute! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfpHh06ymI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1fYTPyRZm_o/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfpHh06ymI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1fYTPyRZm_o/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361510196956547682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfpHArTLqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7pxLDZILB64/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfpHArTLqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7pxLDZILB64/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361510188057833122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some pictures of us making our way up to the second floor seating.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfljPtwKNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DW80zMAvXx4/s1600-h/IMG_0923.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfljPtwKNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DW80zMAvXx4/s320/IMG_0923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361506275084478674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfliwigRNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SXHOElt3LF4/s1600-h/IMG_0929.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfliwigRNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SXHOElt3LF4/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361506266715800786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>For those of you have have never heard of Rainforest Cafe, it's an animated themed restaurant, with thunder lightning, gorillas, elephants, giant butterflies and dragonflies, monkeys, and fish tanks, and so much more. Every few minutes, a lightning and thunderstorm appears and the animals come to life. All of the pups did really well. I was so tired, I just stayed on my side, and the only thing that moved were my eyeballs! The other pups, who are older were more curious and would sit up, look and listen, and then lay back down. </div><div><br /></div><div>After we left the Rainforest Cafe, Luca, Darla, and Kip had to go, but Palmer, Dexter, and I stayed and walked on over to the theater. Our Raisers wanted a chance to listen to a movie that had listening devices for the blind. These are headsets that narrate great detail of the movie as it plays. Unfortunately, they did not get to experience this as the system was down. We saw the movie anyway! The movie we chose was "Public Enemy". We sat all the way at the top. The top seats seem to have more room for us to sit at our Raiser's feet. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><b>PALMER</b></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfhwK4PnAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ovq_gMw-qS0/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfhwK4PnAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ovq_gMw-qS0/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361502099078093826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">WINTER</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Smflj3Ck2eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KCIR2fawxzo/s320/IMG_0840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361506285640800738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">DEXTER</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfnWO6iMvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V1CUEP4I4J0/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmfnWO6iMvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V1CUEP4I4J0/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361508250554610418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></span></b></span></div><div>This movie was really really loud and full of shoot em up, bang bang scenes. Perfect for trying to annoy us or get our attention. It didn't work. The only noise you heard from us was snoring, and an occasional jingle of our leash. Dexter snored a little louder than me. Palmer was exceptionally well behaved. He had not had dinner yet and it was 10 o'clock by now. He was a trooper!</div><div><br /></div><div>This was such a great day. We incorporated what we learned at our last meeting about heat. Our Raisers always need to have water on hand to keep us hydrated. We walk in the shade as much as we can. Our Raisers touch the pavement with the backs of their hands to see if they can keep it there. If they move their hand, then it's too hot for our precious paws. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think I did really well for my first outing with the group. and I can't wait until our next one!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-26771976284418913112009-07-17T22:19:00.000-07:002009-07-17T22:49:18.913-07:00Beach Day!<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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFchSYfbUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/h_Ljm789OW4/s1600-h/IMG_0807.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/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFchSYfbUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/h_Ljm789OW4/s320/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359666758487600450" /></a><br />Yesterday, I had a full day and night at the beach in the Airstream. I'm really getting used to this Airstreaming hobby. It's a great chance for me to meet people. My Dad says I'm a "girl magnet". Just look at this cute face!<div><br /></div><div>My Mom tried to get me to the water. She was so patient with me, but I actually never made it to the water's edge. Maybe next time. I was just so excited. All I wanted to do was get away and run! I tried so hard to back out of my collar and get free, but my Mom has super fast hands and reflexes and I just couldn't get away. I think that next time I will make it to the water, because I will have a "training collar" on! I start the next level of obedience on Monday, where I will be fitted with a second collar, the "training collar". Hmmmmm. I <b><i>wonder</i></b> what that's all about?</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are a series of pics trying to get to the shoreline at Bolsa Chica State Beach yesterday:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFghNFnPqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7xjQWkhYP5s/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFghNFnPqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7xjQWkhYP5s/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359671155112754850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFgg-SgFuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5K_ugYKe_Ho/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFgg-SgFuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5K_ugYKe_Ho/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359671151140280034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFggpazRkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OFMXtTx8py8/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFggpazRkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OFMXtTx8py8/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359671145537947202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFggdDfCMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ekvLGHA6UPk/s1600-h/IMG_0799.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFggdDfCMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ekvLGHA6UPk/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359671142218926274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFgfnXlLxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BLCGv6evkjQ/s1600-h/IMG_0797.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFgfnXlLxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BLCGv6evkjQ/s320/IMG_0797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359671127807700754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Note to self: (2nd notice) Don't eat the sand!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-2593026255492580762009-07-17T20:55:00.000-07:002009-07-17T22:11:46.536-07:00July Jaunts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFXanpYDWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k1tacuoDSb8/s1600-h/IMG_0790.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/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFXanpYDWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k1tacuoDSb8/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359661146378341730" /></a><br /><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><div style="text-align: left;">I know........it's been way too long since I've given you an update on my life as a Guide Dog Puppy in Training. Well, let's see.....I've been really busy traveling around in the Airstream. Here are some pictures of me being patient while my puppy raisers load the Airstream. I'm not that patient if I'm in the house watching them load up, so they put me on a tie down in the Airstream, and I'm just fine with that!</div><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/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFKCYH4JsI/AAAAAAAAADo/q-6TFORJ0Gk/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359646436243285698" /><div style="text-align: center;"><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/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFKB9L_zAI/AAAAAAAAADg/uP7GQvWTe20/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359646429012806658" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFKBvmq4hI/AAAAAAAAADY/JnoYJw6xuHI/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359646425366585874" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We traveled north to Castaic, right by Guide Dogs of America, and stayed at Valencia Travel Center with our friends the Wilson's. Mom and Dad tried to name me Wilson, but that name was already taken by a previous litter. I like the name Winter, but wow it was hot in Castaic in the Summer. That was my first time dealing with heat over 75 degrees. It was 97 degrees during the day, so I had to learn to be in a confined space for long periods of time during the day so I didn't get too hot. It's a good thing I'm learning this, because in one month I have to go stay in the kennel at GDA. Oh my goodness, in the middle of August, it will really be hot. Don't worry,,,, the kennels are air conditioned, and my litter mates will be there too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We had such a good time in Castaic. I went for walks in the morning and at night, and met all of the campers in the circle. I even met some people from Sylmar! They knew right where Guide Dogs of America was. They were really nice people. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are some pictures of the campground:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFRCLog4fI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9rA5g5ESIyM/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359654129471906290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFRAxsBZUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Uq7eWzVCTSw/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFRAxsBZUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Uq7eWzVCTSw/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359654105327428930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFQ96MbYqI/AAAAAAAAADw/75g8weADh8E/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFQ96MbYqI/AAAAAAAAADw/75g8weADh8E/s320/IMG_0756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359654056071226018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And here are some pictures of me cooling off at the campground. My mom noticed that I retrieved all of my toys from the pool and lined them up one by one on the grass. I learned that I had to blow bubbles when I sunk my nose in the water. I'm good at that now. It didn't take me long to learn that!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFSbeGxvKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JEEGL81ZKqw/s1600-h/IMG_0774.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFSbeGxvKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JEEGL81ZKqw/s320/IMG_0774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359655663439035554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFSbNl9GaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yv_5_v5AIpI/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFSbNl9GaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yv_5_v5AIpI/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359655659006400930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here I am in front of Old Glory. I'm so proud. And, here is my friend Mr. Wilson. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFTOqFXnKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1boP3bhY65A/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359656542827682978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFTPt8BvOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_kOrSslVcr8/s1600-h/IMG_0750.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFTPt8BvOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_kOrSslVcr8/s320/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359656561042111714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Along one of my walks, we came upon the big red brick building, and I couldn't help but notice this funny looking thing on the wall. Apparently, this is becoming a thing of the past. It was a public telephone at one time that had a phonebook. I swear, I could still smell the faint odor of a phonebook! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SmFWpxgHhSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YAfeN__m3kQ/s400/IMG_0784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359660307210274082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">All in all, my first bout with hot Summer weather was really a bunch of fun. I met so many new people and learned how to be more patient. My Mom and Dad really like to Airstream, and in my next post I will tell you about our next trip, where I spent the whole day at the beach with my friends, the Watson's. That's another name that my puppy raisers wanted to name me, but was taken. I was born to be a "W" =)</div></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-88880550497004972242009-07-01T19:21:00.000-07:002009-07-01T19:29:21.258-07:00I Wonder why I'm being ignored?BECAUSE I'M BARKING! That's why! I barked and barked and barked and barked and barked today. I don't know why I didn't stop, but I just kept barking. I did not get any attention, which made me bark longer. I just got ignored, until finally ,,,,, well I just let out a big sigh and decided to go to sleep. The barking made me tired. <div><br /></div><div>When I woke up, I decided not to bark anymore. Instead I played fetch with a new toy for about an hour. It was much better than barking.</div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-14763598236016162972009-06-30T21:00:00.000-07:002009-06-30T22:48:26.661-07:00I'm Movin' On Up!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Skr4Zb4jZKI/AAAAAAAAACw/hbNeiKs7vLk/s1600-h/IMG_0743.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/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Skr4Zb4jZKI/AAAAAAAAACw/hbNeiKs7vLk/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353364222948631714" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I'm movin' on up,,,,,, to a bigger crate. I'm growing so fast, I needed a new pad.... so you know what that means...... I got to go shopping! We went to Petco,<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/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/Skr4Y4C1fsI/AAAAAAAAACo/8hA0QIAXnBQ/s320/IMG_0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353364213328084674" /> and tried out all of the different size crates, hard and soft crates. My mom and dad said that I can stay in this pad as long as I don't get heavier than 70 pounds. Right now, I weigh about 35 pounds, so I have a bunch of room to grow. I really like all of the room I have now. I ended up getting two crates, one soft and one hard. The soft crate is for traveling, and the hard crate is so huge that it has to stay at home. The people at Petco were super sweet, and gave my puppy raisers 10% off because I belong to Guide Dogs of America. They are great supporters.<div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of growing, I hardly fit on the front passenger floor board anymore. I <i><b>wonder</b></i> when I get to move to the back seats? I really like it up front though, because the air conditioner is right there. I fall right to sleep every time we go for a ride. It's the best! So, when I move to the back seats, it's going to be a bit different. </div><div><br /><div>I wanted to remind my littermates, and any other PIT's that are on the same schedule, that tomorrow is the 1st of the month. That means we get a pill. I never know that I'm getting it, because my mom sneaks it in my morning meal. I'm such a food hound!</div><div><br /></div><div>And....my dad is off to Daytona tomorrow to go work with NASCAR. That means I get to go to the airport again! I'm hoping to get a picture with those men that have shiny badges. I see them every time I go, and they smile at me. But, they are always telling other people to move it! I've been to the airport so many times since going to live with my puppy raisers.......10 times already! I'm just waiting for my bladder to get bigger, so I can actually go in the terminal and on a plane. I <b><i>wonder</i></b> where my first plane ride will take me? </div><div><br /></div></div></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916004852122950683.post-87007436113507013252009-06-29T18:50:00.001-07:002009-06-29T19:16:34.513-07:00My Mom Finally Got Tagged<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SklxJFhePDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3meTfiVXZW8/s200/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352934033021877298" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, first I wanted to tell you that my dad came home yesterday! I got to go to the airport, but not actually in the airport. One day, when my bladder is bigger I'm going on an airplane ride with him. But for now, I just get to go to the curb</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SklxJ7PIIAI/AAAAAAAAACg/P-NU-ef9XCs/s200/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352934047440445442" /> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2J9oEJmkSA/SklxJs8dUNI/AAAAAAAAACY/dbUaYPLd-xQ/s200/IMG_0731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352934043604046034" /></div><div><br /></div><div>And now for the news of the day: My Mom Finally Got Tagged! I was wondering how come she wasn't wearing her Name Tag at the meetings, like everyone else does. I wear my tags all of the time, day and night! Now I know,,,,, she had to wait to get it in the mail. Her tag matches my yellow jacket! For some reason, she only wears one, and I have to wear 4, one for my address, one for GDA, one for my chip, and one that says I'm a service dog puppy. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so glad that she has her Name Tag now, in case she gets lost, people know she belongs to "Winter"!</div><div><div><br /></div></div>Winterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03372545255083276727noreply@blogger.com2