tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49699871248904839852024-03-13T10:25:36.449-07:00Tadpole's Life PondTadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-12144377029899212912010-07-18T17:57:00.000-07:002010-07-18T18:02:07.948-07:00my girl is so luckySometimes <a href="http://www.figgles.blogspot.com">Mean Sister Fig</a> and I can't wait until my girl gets done washing her face and brushing her teeth to fall asleep. And on nights like that (okay, every night) when she comes in, this is what she sees. We like to get the bed all warm and ready for her....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/TEOjjOfBKoI/AAAAAAAADnY/vPci4GykUo8/s1600/tad+sleeping.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/TEOjjOfBKoI/AAAAAAAADnY/vPci4GykUo8/s400/tad+sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495415795901082242" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/TEOjmuLx2mI/AAAAAAAADng/L1FpqgjuNm8/s1600/tad+and+fig+sleeping.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/TEOjmuLx2mI/AAAAAAAADng/L1FpqgjuNm8/s400/tad+and+fig+sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495415855949929058" /></a>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-34807328236815362692010-06-04T14:21:00.000-07:002010-06-04T14:23:15.020-07:00my summer days:I love sleeping in the warm sun....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/TAlulaYTicI/AAAAAAAADnQ/l3bCMUqHcaA/s1600/tads.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/TAlulaYTicI/AAAAAAAADnQ/l3bCMUqHcaA/s400/tads.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479032010688399810" /></a>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-13590462131120776762010-05-24T16:52:00.001-07:002010-05-24T16:56:17.576-07:00masculine ariaI just realized this is my 285th post and I have never shared my singing with you! That's probably because I don't do it very often, but every once in a while it just comes out. As you'll see, <a href="http://figgles.blogspot.com">Mean Sister Fig</a> does not appreciate my beautiful (and yes, VERY HIGH) voice, but just ignore her. My girl starts it out, and then I take over. Enjoy! (And turn down your volume.)<br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/fTRJmvKN8wQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTRJmvKN8wQ&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTRJmvKN8wQ&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-49722652934784693642010-05-20T15:24:00.000-07:002010-05-20T15:29:30.440-07:00I'm all cleanHere are some pictures from the car ride home from the prison grooming shop:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S_W28d4Sj1I/AAAAAAAADm4/NtflJoFW9f4/s1600/tad+4.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S_W28d4Sj1I/AAAAAAAADm4/NtflJoFW9f4/s400/tad+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473482072067837778" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S_W3nBC2JJI/AAAAAAAADnI/kHDiWpJcuvU/s1600/tad+2.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S_W3nBC2JJI/AAAAAAAADnI/kHDiWpJcuvU/s400/tad+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473482803061859474" /></a><br /><br />My girl wants to know why they called me a "feisty little thing" because I'm usually pretty laid back and don't make a fuss. But I'm not telling her what I did or why they came up with that name.Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-72051978015152633882010-04-30T18:53:00.000-07:002010-04-30T18:56:34.510-07:00this is above beyond what is called for!As a punishment for the following crime:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S9uKDF5nD-I/AAAAAAAADmw/q_66vPgtqkc/s1600/DSC02219.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S9uKDF5nD-I/AAAAAAAADmw/q_66vPgtqkc/s400/DSC02219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466114358472282082" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">(making the pee-pee on Leah's bed)</span></div></span><br /><br />I am being TAKEN TO PRISON!!!!! I have to go to the maximum securities prison to get my sparse hairs washed and my tender little nails cut on Tuesday!!!!! This is CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT!!!!!!!!!!Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-22605647865299912612010-02-05T14:36:00.000-08:002010-02-05T16:30:03.209-08:00most glorious, stupendous, spectacular present everOHMYDOG I couldn't WAIT to for my girl to get home from work yesterday because look what came in the mail for me:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yhgor0r0I/AAAAAAAADlA/Cep6ZfRT5CA/s1600-h/P2040001.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yhgor0r0I/AAAAAAAADlA/Cep6ZfRT5CA/s400/P2040001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434896432378457922"></a><br /> <br />It was a package from <a href="http://ieatrawmeat.blogspot.com">Stanislaw</a> and his mom!!!!! I wanted my girl to stop taking pictures so I could SEE WHAT WAS INSIDE!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yh0BWMwBI/AAAAAAAADlI/XLIbwHv1SwQ/s1600-h/P2040002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yh0BWMwBI/AAAAAAAADlI/XLIbwHv1SwQ/s400/P2040002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434896765416161298"></a><br /><br />My nasty face did the trick and she began the unveiling! I had some difficulty, as you will see. I actually didn't quite know how it was supposed to work, but with the help of my girl we got it accomplished. <br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwC6xCLLrKX-Nsrv6CkYXDNWxYtk2a3UUO4BYeK8QAYwaNNOIvCIS5CXTjocF66hyYyd_eIT8zomK5tZR0U7w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Stan knows how to flatter a man - look at my important title on the card!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yiDftobZI/AAAAAAAADlQ/7EqVw1XK2fU/s1600-h/P2040031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yiDftobZI/AAAAAAAADlQ/7EqVw1XK2fU/s400/P2040031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434897031265545618"></a><br /><br />I was hoping for a side of beef, since he IS the master feaster, but alas, there was not any raw meat stuffed in there. However, there was a PICTURE of some meat, which was <span style="font-style:italic;">almost</span> just as good! He even drew my attention to it. Mmmm.... yummy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2y3wF6TJ1I/AAAAAAAADmY/jGBs5Sd-0pk/s1600-h/P2040030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2y3wF6TJ1I/AAAAAAAADmY/jGBs5Sd-0pk/s400/P2040030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434920887177652050" /></a><br /><br />AND LOOK AT WHAT HE SENT ME!!! Notice how I SMELLED him (and Big Pupi too) on it....<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwC3ha69l0KIvdZdERMPetzj39x6NGwQxzg2CdtcpkSWdFwa4yoJCCjFN9U98tT4zdOyl0pGYdQKPP73rHI5g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />IT IS A SWEATER!!! A HOME-MADE SWEATER STAN'S MOM MADE ESPECIALLY FOR ME BECAUSE BOTH STAN AND I LIVE IN FRIGID TEMPERATURES AND HE WANTED TO HELP ME STAY WARM IN THE SNOWY COLD! JUST LOOK AT IT!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yjJdcB4-I/AAAAAAAADlY/LL-kF2roqHs/s1600-h/P2040007.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yjJdcB4-I/AAAAAAAADlY/LL-kF2roqHs/s400/P2040007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434898233245688802"></a><br /><br />Now for this next video I need to offer an explanation in advance. If you noticed in the last video I kept looking to the side; that was because Petra was in the other room and was not allowed in because I was opening my present and she would have barged in and ruined it for me. She was mad that she was excluded and therefore began whining and crying and chirping back there. I didn't know what was going on and wondered it something was amiss, so in this video I wanted my girl to hold me and reassure me everything was okay. So while I might not look like I am excited about putting on my gift, please believe that I was... I was just concerned at the same time. <br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzGqENmQ5_Sol6rNlHXdu9iJmQXDu4PpO-4Aq56htRoon1vao3qyhsdXNGAUDjGiFLQDKD-jUzBmAzy99kXPA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And this morning I jumped for joy when my girl pulled it out. I jumped and twirled and bounced and ran around because I was so excited! I LOVE IT!!! I'm going to post a bunch of pictures of me in it because it looks so handsome on me and it is so warm and cuddly and fits so PERFECTLY (which is difficult for my clothing) and it is my favorite present ever in the history of my life and maybe even the life of my girl too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ylZpvh7iI/AAAAAAAADlg/wjZS7zohbnc/s1600-h/P2040022.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ylZpvh7iI/AAAAAAAADlg/wjZS7zohbnc/s400/P2040022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434900710449868322"></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ylp9nTp5I/AAAAAAAADlo/0rFYHrjPTrA/s1600-h/P2040025.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ylp9nTp5I/AAAAAAAADlo/0rFYHrjPTrA/s400/P2040025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434900990661994386"></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ylxrKOztI/AAAAAAAADlw/udFVZiA4U3U/s1600-h/P2040012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ylxrKOztI/AAAAAAAADlw/udFVZiA4U3U/s400/P2040012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434901123147157202"></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yl8wsf1yI/AAAAAAAADl4/4SnWE4WbnGw/s1600-h/P2040013.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2yl8wsf1yI/AAAAAAAADl4/4SnWE4WbnGw/s400/P2040013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434901313611618082"></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ymF2p7d4I/AAAAAAAADmA/uEOc8YagOkw/s1600-h/P2040023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ymF2p7d4I/AAAAAAAADmA/uEOc8YagOkw/s400/P2040023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434901469830281090"></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ymQREXFOI/AAAAAAAADmI/MXI_ktycTe4/s1600-h/P2040011.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ymQREXFOI/AAAAAAAADmI/MXI_ktycTe4/s400/P2040011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434901648719156450"></a><br /><br />In that last one I was waxing poetic through song about the wonderousness of my new sweater. I think maybe my favorite part is the high neck - it keeps my long naked neck extra warm in the cold. I've never had a turtle-neck sweater before, but Stan's mom should patent that for dogs! But did you notice something EXTRA special about it?!?!?!?!?!?! Look at this close-up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ynK2iUYgI/AAAAAAAADmQ/u_Z2TReneFY/s1600-h/close+up+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S2ynK2iUYgI/AAAAAAAADmQ/u_Z2TReneFY/s400/close+up+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434902655209333250"></a><br /><br />Did you see it?! THERE ARE CARROTS AND LETTER "T" ON THERE FOR MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHMYDOG I LOVE CARROTS AND THE LETTER T IS THE BEGINNING OF MY NAME - TADPOLE POMEGRANATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stan and his mom are the BESTEST BESTEST BESTEST in the whole world! <br /><br />I will leave you with a video of me doing my most favorite thing in the world with my new most favorite present in the whole world: Cuddling on my girl's lap, licking the air repeatedly for no apparent reason, and looking handsome and manly and warm in my new sweater. There is NO WAY THAT LIFE CAN GET BETTER THAN THIS, FOLKS:<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxalEvU7KoPfbiO6iUhb-K0kYiOYEFSWQw_cjg9uR-sB-_8lD_zjTAUnCRTH5JXJcgf21Y3cicRQVRxJUdCnQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Stanislaw and Stan's mom: Thank you from the bottom of my heart. This is the most perfect present EVER! I love it!Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-49876941169995862372010-02-04T17:50:00.000-08:002010-02-04T17:51:35.932-08:00surpriseWell something drastic has happened, and I had nothing to do with it, but I am the LUCKY RECIPIENT of it! It's a secret, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow (when my girl gets the pictures loaded), but it's awesome!Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-42610017251866241862010-01-23T17:24:00.000-08:002010-01-23T17:28:33.494-08:00booooringWe have been doing NOTHING over here.... My girl says she hasn't felt well in a long time, but that is no excuse. However, it has made for some nice one-on-one cuddle/snuggle time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/S1uho-EeW6I/AAAAAAAADk4/hyV8Rc3e7qU/s1600-h/PB220927.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/S1uho-EeW6I/AAAAAAAADk4/hyV8Rc3e7qU/s400/PB220927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430111500953869218" /></a><br /><br />Hope things liven up soon, or something drastic may happen. If it does, I am saying in advance that I had NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-90230088245720411002009-12-27T16:21:00.001-08:002009-12-27T16:30:34.403-08:00happy holidays, one and allMerry Christmas, everyone! I am a little late, but I've been busy! Here is a photo montage of Christmas Eve and morning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf1oJdUofI/AAAAAAAADi4/3McbtjsY200/s1600-h/PC250312.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf1oJdUofI/AAAAAAAADi4/3McbtjsY200/s400/PC250312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420070746646159858" /></a><br />I KNEW one of these should be for me... and Petra found the one!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf15lCi1eI/AAAAAAAADjA/MtHo3F3EhYk/s1600-h/PC250311.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf15lCi1eI/AAAAAAAADjA/MtHo3F3EhYk/s400/PC250311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420071046107813346" /></a><br />Ohmydog - it's a SANTA CLAUS STUFFIE!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf2HTSSYBI/AAAAAAAADjI/Yhz-1AFSgqc/s1600-h/PC250313.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf2HTSSYBI/AAAAAAAADjI/Yhz-1AFSgqc/s400/PC250313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420071281860173842" /></a><br />And LOOK WHO tried to steal if from me? But I wouldn't let it go.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf2Ujb2I0I/AAAAAAAADjQ/GRlB-d3Wr10/s1600-h/PC250314.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf2Ujb2I0I/AAAAAAAADjQ/GRlB-d3Wr10/s400/PC250314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420071509533532994" /></a><br />But then I got tired and stole lots of snuggle-cuddles from peoples.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf2yHfjmyI/AAAAAAAADjY/H10Bp1a_a-w/s1600-h/PC240306.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf2yHfjmyI/AAAAAAAADjY/H10Bp1a_a-w/s400/PC240306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420072017428978466" /></a><br />The Boy, Massah-in-law, my girl, and the list goes on....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf3P_qW1RI/AAAAAAAADjg/rTjQR66FX0k/s1600-h/PC240274.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf3P_qW1RI/AAAAAAAADjg/rTjQR66FX0k/s400/PC240274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420072530722870546" /></a><br />I saw some CARROTS on the counter in this one!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf3lSJcGcI/AAAAAAAADjo/3r4sUlQt5QE/s1600-h/PC240240.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf3lSJcGcI/AAAAAAAADjo/3r4sUlQt5QE/s400/PC240240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420072896462330306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf313oQrvI/AAAAAAAADjw/n0VV3p7Bhlw/s1600-h/PC240228.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf313oQrvI/AAAAAAAADjw/n0VV3p7Bhlw/s400/PC240228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420073181401624306" /></a><br /><br />Well, lookie here. Motch got all three of us in ONE photo, looking at the camera! Woot!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf4w-Vm8dI/AAAAAAAADkA/BcDpukn8-_w/s1600-h/DSC02156.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf4w-Vm8dI/AAAAAAAADkA/BcDpukn8-_w/s400/DSC02156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420074196814721490" /></a><br /><br />And you will NOT believe this one!!! Some human child got in MY CRATE and stole MY BONE!!! And on Christmas Eve, too!!! I'll have to explain this one later....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf4Kmw6MDI/AAAAAAAADj4/kULh0dEzqEc/s1600-h/PC240295.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Szf4Kmw6MDI/AAAAAAAADj4/kULh0dEzqEc/s400/PC240295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420073537651748914" /></a>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-13304899310367303662009-12-10T15:13:00.000-08:002009-12-10T15:24:35.831-08:00cruel and unusualI was going to make a post about how it is NOT TRUE that <a href="http://petrarocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-hiding.html">I leave "puddles and droppings"</a> around the house and am therefore banished to my jail whenever people leave. I also was going to say that any <a href="http://petrarocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html">"bad tricks"</a> that Petra is learning are NOT FROM ME. However, something else came up that I need to complain about. Guess how cold it is here.<br /><br />30? no....<br /><br />20? no....<br /><br />10? no....<br /><br />IT IS NEGATIVE TWENTY FIVE DEGREES BELOW ZERO HERE! Windchill wise, that is. Look at what my poor little feetsies have to subject themselves to at 5:45 in the morning!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SyGCHIaxCBI/AAAAAAAADiY/3Hw3HZSPF4Q/s1600-h/P2071406.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SyGCHIaxCBI/AAAAAAAADiY/3Hw3HZSPF4Q/s400/P2071406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413751286106490898" /></a><br /><br />This is what my girl sees when she tries to get me to go out there. Sure, I may peek out at her with one eye, but I AM NOT THAT STUPID, MASSAH!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SyGCYDA4CII/AAAAAAAADig/cSC0MYRTcrk/s1600-h/P2021358.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SyGCYDA4CII/AAAAAAAADig/cSC0MYRTcrk/s400/P2021358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413751576713496706" /></a><br /><br />But then she makes me get up and drags me out there. When we come back in we both look like this - frozen blue from the COLD!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SyGCvc8ESnI/AAAAAAAADio/EVTgEsYMUgM/s1600-h/1.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SyGCvc8ESnI/AAAAAAAADio/EVTgEsYMUgM/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413751978809641586" /></a><br /><br />I am just going back under the covers.Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-90190984091192651492009-12-01T17:24:00.000-08:002009-12-01T17:40:30.950-08:00I'm BAAAAACK!My <a href="http://petrarocks.blogspot.com/">little tiny auntie</a> started posting again and now so must I... else I be left behind! <br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>(Actually, she's not little tiny any more - HA! She is a PUDGY POT PIE!!! Although she's already lost one pound since we moved in... I have that effect on other dogs apparently - Fig's lost almost 10 pounds since I came into her life!)</i></span><br /><br />But as you've probably heard, we are ALL at Motchie's house for the moment. I think it's GRRRRREAT! My girl isn't nearly as excited to move back home as Fig and I are, for some reason. Oh well. We will probably be here until after the new year, until we hear if Massah will stay at the prison she works at now or if she will transfer to a different one. I think we should stay right here with Motch and P.A. and Petra and Massah-in-law and The Boy FOREVER AND EVER AMEN! Yes. But that's all I really have right now. So I'll leave you with some pictures. This collection is entitled "Poley and Friends" and was collected on Thanksgiving 2009.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SxXEMVn0l-I/AAAAAAAADh4/ovlb3BU-3ao/s1600/Winter+2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SxXEMVn0l-I/AAAAAAAADh4/ovlb3BU-3ao/s400/Winter+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446243597162466" /></a><br />"Sibling Rivalry Takes A Break"<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SxXEbnU9feI/AAAAAAAADiA/cr_m6uj-sgI/s1600/DSC02030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SxXEbnU9feI/AAAAAAAADiA/cr_m6uj-sgI/s400/DSC02030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446506047929826" /></a><br />"What Does NO TURKEY Mean?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SxXEquv544I/AAAAAAAADiI/k7aQy1QAct0/s1600/DSC02017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SxXEquv544I/AAAAAAAADiI/k7aQy1QAct0/s400/DSC02017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446765738025858" /></a><br />"See My Tongue"<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SxXE5E0ZDmI/AAAAAAAADiQ/I7VZR8v3ktE/s1600/1128091205a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SxXE5E0ZDmI/AAAAAAAADiQ/I7VZR8v3ktE/s400/1128091205a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410447012180594274" /></a><br />"Beautiful, Innocent, Masculine Angel of Light"<br /><br />I can't wait to catch up with everyone! :-)Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-3982929885813380042009-09-30T17:12:00.000-07:002009-09-30T17:24:54.795-07:00news of meJust wanted to let everyone know that I am okay (and <a href="http://figgles.blogspot.com">Fig</a> and <a href="http://petrarocks.blogspot.com">Petra</a> too) and we are just in a transition phase right now, apparently. I've heard rumblings about moving and changes and such, so I am waiting patiently until everything calms down and we can hopefully get back to blogging (soon!). Massah-in-law has also been putting things in boxes and getting stuff together, so I don't know what's going to happen with her either - no one tells me anything! But here's a picture of us together (from today). <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SsP2GsCWu7I/AAAAAAAADhw/Cn8tyKBBB5E/s1600-h/P9300008.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SsP2GsCWu7I/AAAAAAAADhw/Cn8tyKBBB5E/s400/P9300008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387420174025931698" /></a><br /><br />Hope to talk to you soon!Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-14610585246341542462009-08-25T15:46:00.000-07:002009-08-25T16:56:27.518-07:00qui est'il?<div align="center">I am on a roll with my posts - THREE in one week! So I'm going to keep going, even though I have nothing to say, really. But I'm going to play <a href="http://ikeslife.blogspot.com/">Ike's</a> "How'd you get your name?" game. Here's the newest picture of me, though. Taken approximately 120 seconds ago:<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRqSRxSXII/AAAAAAAADhA/kI2neam8FFs/s1600-h/P8251349.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374037117600160898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRqSRxSXII/AAAAAAAADhA/kI2neam8FFs/s400/P8251349.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now. Tadpole Pomegranate. My girl wasn't planning on getting a dog when she first saw me. But once she saw my adorable, sweet, innocent, endearing face she couldn't say no. Actually, it was probably the urine-soaked house and pitch black basement that swayed her judgement, but whatever. Now, she carries a list of possible doggin names around in her head at all times (apparently she must be prepared in case a nameless pup stops her on the side of the road and asks for her assistance in choosing a moniker) and once we were in the car she started going through them. Evidently I wasn't a Pea Pod (that was - and still is - her favorite). Or a Belly. Or a Butter. Or any of the others (which were mostly girl names - she never considered getting a boy... she didn't want to deal with the hanging stuff). And then TADPOLE came out. *shrug* I'm sure it didn't have anything to do with the fact that I was pale, skinny, naked, pointy, and wiggly/wormy. When Motch saw me, she came up with Pomegranate. If my girl would have thought of that in the car before she named me, I probably would be Pomegranate. But it was TOO LATE. I was Tadpole. Tadpole Pomegranate. AKA the Little Naked Chinese Man. AKA Taddy-wack. AKA T-Pole. AKA Poley. And numerous others. As I leave you, please enjoy the out-takes of my photo shoot today (titles under the photos):<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRtTh0pNTI/AAAAAAAADhI/wzbk9Q3SCmM/s1600-h/P8251351.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374040437623960882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRtTh0pNTI/AAAAAAAADhI/wzbk9Q3SCmM/s400/P8251351.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> <em>"pfffthbbllaaaaaah"</em><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRtlGiRwsI/AAAAAAAADhQ/P97vZp09RtE/s1600-h/P8251352.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374040739536814786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRtlGiRwsI/AAAAAAAADhQ/P97vZp09RtE/s400/P8251352.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> <em>"frightening eye"</em><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRtyMTjuyI/AAAAAAAADhY/HED_uJO8Gb8/s1600-h/P8251353.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374040964423990050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRtyMTjuyI/AAAAAAAADhY/HED_uJO8Gb8/s400/P8251353.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"all scrunched up and nowhere to look"</em><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRt_mRGsnI/AAAAAAAADhg/X7I90oSqvq8/s1600-h/P8251355.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374041194731319922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRt_mRGsnI/AAAAAAAADhg/X7I90oSqvq8/s400/P8251355.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"seduction"</em><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRuIpe4dQI/AAAAAAAADho/l2Px5jUHKTg/s1600-h/P8251356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374041350213235970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpRuIpe4dQI/AAAAAAAADho/l2Px5jUHKTg/s400/P8251356.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>"nostrils"</em>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-80277576817099331142009-08-22T12:13:00.000-07:002009-08-22T12:29:48.189-07:00passing it onRemember this mess, I mean my <a href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/2009/08/contemporary-art-101.html">SCENE OF BEAUTY</a>?<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBDYv6_kkI/AAAAAAAADes/PvxyGGBfALg/s1600-h/tblog"><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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBDYv6_kkI/AAAAAAAADes/PvxyGGBfALg/s400/tblog" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372868447912825410" /></a><br /><br />Well guess who took lessons?!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBDsty7UwI/AAAAAAAADe0/ZkMBD5t6JCI/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBDsty7UwI/AAAAAAAADe0/ZkMBD5t6JCI/s400/DSC01912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372868790939505410" /></a><br /><br />It's my lovely little Aunt <a href="http://www.petrarocks.blogspot.com">Petra</a>! And boy does she learn quickly! We went over to visit her today because Motch and P.A. are gone, and look what we found!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBEGXPVgyI/AAAAAAAADe8/V8rW08HmLVI/s1600-h/DSC01913.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBEGXPVgyI/AAAAAAAADe8/V8rW08HmLVI/s400/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372869231561245474" /></a><br /><br />Alas, it wasn't the cotton-y shredability of tampons, but it sure looked fun!<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5VAmBWCzPg&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5VAmBWCzPg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />She of course showed a broken spirit and contrite heart and apologized profusely. In her own way.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBFMbmj5WI/AAAAAAAADfE/af7hISma7Lo/s1600-h/DSC01920.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBFMbmj5WI/AAAAAAAADfE/af7hISma7Lo/s400/DSC01920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372870435323241826" /></a><br /><br />Can you see her honest remorse?<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBFiHuZwKI/AAAAAAAADfM/HictR__Mq6k/s1600-h/DSC01924.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBFiHuZwKI/AAAAAAAADfM/HictR__Mq6k/s400/DSC01924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372870807944544418" /></a><br /><br />We even took a video of her showing her sorrow for her destruction, just in case Motch doesn't believe her:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnPdUSAb3HE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnPdUSAb3HE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Take it from me: She will never do this again. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBGjNMMDpI/AAAAAAAADfc/mIbMWz-W4XU/s1600-h/DSC01926.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBGjNMMDpI/AAAAAAAADfc/mIbMWz-W4XU/s400/DSC01926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372871926103150226" /></a><br /><br />Truly. She is sorry. <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBGXLOFMJI/AAAAAAAADfU/OBuDUw14BsM/s1600-h/DSC01914.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SpBGXLOFMJI/AAAAAAAADfU/OBuDUw14BsM/s400/DSC01914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372871719415787666" /></a>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-44802549206395226042009-08-20T17:23:00.000-07:002009-08-20T17:33:19.152-07:00VERY SAD POST - IT MADE MY GIRL CRY! (but he is okay)BRITAN'S UGLIEST DOG ATTACKED<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/So3plmAwSWI/AAAAAAAADek/K0_j14OdNBE/s1600-h/mugly.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/So3plmAwSWI/AAAAAAAADek/K0_j14OdNBE/s400/mugly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372206762591013218" /></a><br /><br /><br />Police in Cambridgeshire are appealing for information after Mugly - who won the Britain's Ugliest Dog title in 2005 - was apparently set upon by a gang.<br /> <br />The Shitzu-Chinese Crested cross was rescued by a passer-by who chased off the thugs, who were allegedly seen hitting it with a stick and kicking and punching it. <br /><br />The local lady recognised the practically hairless cat-sized dog from missing posters that owner Bev Nicholson, 46, had put up in the neighbourhood in Peterborough, Cambs.<br /><br />He had escaped from a ground-floor window at home on Thursday and was missing.<br /><br />"They had pulled out a little tuft of hair he had on his neck," said Mrs Nicholson. "It was the only hair he had and they even managed to take off one of his eyebrows. I can't even work out how they would have done that. <br /><br />"It's not like people carry scissors or a shaver around with them."<br /><br />Mrs Nicholson, who has four children and is a support worker for dwarf actors, added: "I was worried sick about him. <br /><br />"He'd never gone missing before and you worry about letting him out because of what he looks like and the fact he's so friendly. <br /><br />"You just can't think why these people would do such a horrible thing. Part of me thinks they might not have even realised that he was a dog because of him having no hair so they just bullied him. <br /><br />"It's horrible because he loves people so much he probably thought it was just a game and all they were interested in was hurting him.<br /><br />"He was really shaken and cowered in to me when he got back to me. He was swollen and bruised around his face and rear end." <br /><br />Adela Navarro, a local vet, said: "He had a few cuts and was bruised and a little shaken up." <br /><br /><br /><strong><em>I don't know what's sweeter/sadder/most cute - that his mom works as a support worker for dwarf actors, that "he probably thought it was just a game," or the fact that they pulled out "the only hair he had." WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?!?!?!?!? It makes me sick to my stomach. Show some love to us nakedies!</em></strong>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-20901642526496979352009-08-17T17:29:00.000-07:002009-08-17T17:45:48.878-07:00Contemporary Art 101OMD - look what my girl found when she came home tonight!!! <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son2xHLaRmI/AAAAAAAADds/ZHJGjdbCHfo/s1600-h/P8171345.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son2xHLaRmI/AAAAAAAADds/ZHJGjdbCHfo/s400/P8171345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371095354216957538" /></a><br /><br />She was speechless with admiration. <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son3ADPQDxI/AAAAAAAADd0/-U9b6_z_mH4/s1600-h/P8171346.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son3ADPQDxI/AAAAAAAADd0/-U9b6_z_mH4/s400/P8171346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371095610857361170" /></a><br /><br />This took me all day to complete, and I am very proud.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son3IyI5s3I/AAAAAAAADd8/wJ091vsB8po/s1600-h/P8171352.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son3IyI5s3I/AAAAAAAADd8/wJ091vsB8po/s400/P8171352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371095760886150002" /></a><br /><br />I unwrapped and dissected them by the table, in my girl's room, in leah's room, in front of the fireplace, and right here on my bed by the door. I like to look out the window and shred the cotton at the same time.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son34e56JxI/AAAAAAAADeE/vurLjHvA6-k/s1600-h/P8171356.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son34e56JxI/AAAAAAAADeE/vurLjHvA6-k/s400/P8171356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371096580356712210" /></a><br /><br />Can you hear how impressed she is?!<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbYQPA9RNaU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbYQPA9RNaU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I may look a little guilty, but believe you me, I am PROUD of myself!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son4nFNLmeI/AAAAAAAADeM/jWiAvzQF4No/s1600-h/P8171351.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son4nFNLmeI/AAAAAAAADeM/jWiAvzQF4No/s400/P8171351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371097380912077282" /></a><br /><br />I think Fig was a little more cautious in her expectations of my girl's approval....<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son44L8rXHI/AAAAAAAADeU/VA-13DjSfmg/s1600-h/P8171353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son44L8rXHI/AAAAAAAADeU/VA-13DjSfmg/s400/P8171353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371097674779679858" /></a><br /><br />But all in all I think it turned out well!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son5CyN00cI/AAAAAAAADec/LSShSJHMZL8/s1600-h/P8171355.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Son5CyN00cI/AAAAAAAADec/LSShSJHMZL8/s400/P8171355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371097856850842050" /></a>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-59120853917027172062009-07-29T17:13:00.000-07:002009-07-29T17:25:21.878-07:00my shame....It has been so long since I've posted anything, my girl almost forgot how to sign in!!! Can you believe it?! I can... she's not always the driest match in the matchbox (see what I mean - what does that even MEAN?). She has not taken any pictures of me for about 6 months, but I will try to appease your voracious appetites for my manliness with my latest photos:<br /><br /><br /><br />OMD!!!!! I don't have any photos to share!!!!!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SnDn2bDeKnI/AAAAAAAADdc/WxxrM6T8Gyw/s1600-h/P4141472.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SnDn2bDeKnI/AAAAAAAADdc/WxxrM6T8Gyw/s400/P4141472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364042078359530098" /></a><br /><br />I am SOOOOO embarrassed....<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SnDn8xmaPmI/AAAAAAAADdk/G2inloOVTbA/s1600-h/P4141470.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SnDn8xmaPmI/AAAAAAAADdk/G2inloOVTbA/s400/P4141470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364042187490868834" /></a>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-88177569061938777252009-06-24T18:19:00.000-07:002009-06-24T18:25:36.330-07:00my sister, my heroTomorrow is The Boy's birthday (the big 2-4!) but we're celebrating tonight. And by "celebrating" I mean everyone is eating delicious grilled meat, fresh fruit, and delectable cake EXCEPT US. But, ladies and gentleman, <strong>this</strong> is how to take advantage of the situation in front of you.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SkLRSMVjtqI/AAAAAAAADdU/5WFeJmUbrqk/s1600-h/DSC01326.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SkLRSMVjtqI/AAAAAAAADdU/5WFeJmUbrqk/s400/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351069417749067426" /></a><br /><br />Impressed? Watch and learn....<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1G87frlJf9A&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1G87frlJf9A&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Isn't she the best?! I was so amazed that I couldn't even join in; I just stood and observed her genious. Next time, though, I'm DIVING IN TOO!!!Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com297tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-67489567558935523932009-06-04T15:23:00.000-07:002009-06-04T15:58:02.237-07:00tadpole's pondI have finally retrieved some of the pictures off the camera and finally got the computer, so I can finally share some of them with you! I will start with my pond, since that is a re-occuring theme in the Googley searches:<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SihM4BrhzVI/AAAAAAAADcs/DYxtccwB9Mg/s1600-h/P5140956.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SihM4BrhzVI/AAAAAAAADcs/DYxtccwB9Mg/s400/P5140956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343605483282484562" /></a><br /><br />I like to go out there and let the wind blow in my hair sometimes.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SihNHubjOCI/AAAAAAAADc0/xfh3VGmvi_k/s1600-h/P5140958.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SihNHubjOCI/AAAAAAAADc0/xfh3VGmvi_k/s400/P5140958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343605752993101858" /></a><br /><br />There are interesting things in my pond, which I will show you later. However, there is also TERROR.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_Cl0jMgibw&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_Cl0jMgibw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I KNOW!!! That is TADPOLE TERROR, I can tell ya! I can't even show you what it was... it was THAT scary. Many times I just sit back and enjoy from a distance.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SihO6Gwl82I/AAAAAAAADc8/dWicAJg-CFw/s1600-h/P5140967.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SihO6Gwl82I/AAAAAAAADc8/dWicAJg-CFw/s400/P5140967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343607718028899170" /></a><br /><br />stay tuned for more, less terrifying adventures!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SihPTus_S7I/AAAAAAAADdE/3lAF7lFWf7A/s1600-h/P5140966.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SihPTus_S7I/AAAAAAAADdE/3lAF7lFWf7A/s400/P5140966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343608158247930802" /></a>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-61926734671478317082009-05-12T16:36:00.000-07:002009-05-12T16:38:58.346-07:00hold on....My dogness - this weekend I spent a lot of time researching for my readers, and I found a lot of interesting stuff (including the fact that there are FISHES in my ponds but I am NOT ALLOWED to eat them!) but alas, our camera isn't working. So I have to ask you to hold on and keep your interest high as we try to figure things out....Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-53794866033362325462009-05-06T18:28:00.000-07:002009-05-06T18:49:21.125-07:00have a look-seeMean Sister Fig was VERY <a href="http://figgles.blogspot.com">naughty</a>, but nobody is telling her how naughty she is because they are too excited about the fact that she is still ALIVE, apparently. Whatever. That's favortism if you ask me; I bet I would get in trouble anyway. And I was neglected during all that excitement too. I kept jumping up on Massah but she didn't even LOOK at me. BUT. Guess what?! OTHER people were looking for me! These are different ways people found my blog using Google and Yahoo and such:<br /><br />"tadpole terror"<br />"tadpole pond care"<br />"peeing pond boy"<br />"tadpole food in outside pond"<br />"tadpole life"<br />"pond tadpole"<br /><br />OMDOG! Those searches are all about ponds, and I have a pond in my backyard! And FOOD! I love food! And LIFE! I live a life every day! And peeing! I can do a REALLY good big-boy pee-pee by now! And terror! What is that?! My goodness - there is so much information I have to provide for my public.... I must start researching. By the end of the week I will have answers for all of these! Ya'll come back now, ya hear?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SgI9wjaLn3I/AAAAAAAADcU/sGxvzlNnDLQ/s1600-h/DSC02256.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SgI9wjaLn3I/AAAAAAAADcU/sGxvzlNnDLQ/s400/DSC02256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332892813108158322" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ending note:<br />Now I know that Mean Sister Fig was sick and I was worried about her (to a limited extent... my brain is only so big) so don't worry - I was empathetic and compassionate. But it's still nice to know that people are searching the internets to find ME!Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-84144484790490161432009-04-14T18:05:00.000-07:002009-04-14T18:31:28.817-07:00I am a good distractionMy girl is still debating what to do about the little Teddy Bear, but she is so distraught that I had to distract her from the dispair. I came up with a good plan to! Here's the evidence:<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU0bY8OjaI/AAAAAAAADbg/QUGOGTtnkRA/s1600-h/P4141465.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU0bY8OjaI/AAAAAAAADbg/QUGOGTtnkRA/s400/P4141465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324719779591654818" /></a><br /><br />Well, what do you know... a Cadbury egg! <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU0q5wUJhI/AAAAAAAADbo/UatpAykGc50/s1600-h/P4141467.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU0q5wUJhI/AAAAAAAADbo/UatpAykGc50/s400/P4141467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324720046098097682" /></a><br /><br />What's that? It looks like someone stole it off the coffee table and bit a hole in the wrapper and nibbled an entry into the chocolate and then carefully licked all the filling out of it?!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU03k-SS7I/AAAAAAAADbw/Mm-3irmOu0Q/s1600-h/P4141468.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU03k-SS7I/AAAAAAAADbw/Mm-3irmOu0Q/s400/P4141468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324720263857851314" /></a><br /><br />Couldn't be! Because that is NOT a piece of melted chocolate in my beard that Massah took a picture of and drew a circle around.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU3Pq35_1I/AAAAAAAADcA/pl6q7QfIyhQ/s1600-h/P4141458.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU3Pq35_1I/AAAAAAAADcA/pl6q7QfIyhQ/s400/P4141458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324722876781821778" /></a><br /><br />Okay, fine - but it was SO GOOD and I can't leave it alone now!<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ayz45N2j7A&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ayz45N2j7A&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />But I am handsome! My girl can't be mad because I am so handsome and manly!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU33rsWgUI/AAAAAAAADcI/xFTQaunJtgM/s1600-h/P4141470.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SeU33rsWgUI/AAAAAAAADcI/xFTQaunJtgM/s400/P4141470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324723564196561218" /></a>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-42280481398761081622009-04-13T15:24:00.000-07:002009-04-13T16:01:54.591-07:00we want to pukeMy girl is VERY ANGRY and it is NOT at me! <a href="http://petrarocks.blogspot,com">Petra</a> posted a little bit about Teddy/Timmy on her blog, and I've decided to give Massah a chance to get her frustrations out here.<br /><br />She works with a lady (she is VERY tempted to give out this woman's name and address so everyone can mail her some poo) who recently got a dog for her grandchildren. They got the dog two months ago, and ever since he arrived (they named him Timmy), my girl has heard all about how he pees and poops all over the house and no body takes care of the dog and no one pays any attention to him and how much she hates him and wants to get rid of him. She had hinted a few times that she would like to get rid of him, but on Friday after work, she said she wanted to give him away. When my girl got home, she told her parents (Motch) and they thought it might be a nice time for our Grammy to get someone to love (Grandpa's funeral was one month ago Saturday). When my girl and Motch showed up *just to visit Timmy* they handed the dog over, along with him crate, his travel taxi, his food, toys, chews, and treats, and told them to leave with the dog. After spending Friday night and Saturday morning/afternoon with him, it was very clear that little Timmy didn't know his name (after two months!) didnt' recognize the words "outside", "potty", "bathroom", "go" or any other words that he should have recognized in his first week. While Massah was at Grammy's house with Timmy (who Grammy re-named Teddy because he looks like a sweet little teddy bear, and they didn't teach him his name anyway), Motch callede with former owners to give them an update. The girl told my mom she wanted the dog back. Sobbing like a spoiled little child. My girl was SO ANGRY that she couldn't even go to drop Teddy off - Motch and P.A. had to do it themselves. She is still sick to her stomach that little Teddy had to go back there, where he will be neglected and his needs abandoned. My girls says that those people should be shot, and she cries when she thinks about him, sitting there patiently waiting for some attention and not getting any, getting more and more confused and wondering what he's done wrong, and getting yelled at for doing what he has learned to do to survive. And this is just an rambling post because she can't think straight. We'll end with pictures of Teddy and Grammy. He is a cutie. I hope a miracle happens and he somehow finds someone to love him like he deserves. (excuse the quality - she forgot the camera and had to use her phone)<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SePB2UXj3fI/AAAAAAAADbA/GlcdaA6anK4/s1600-h/teddy+3.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SePB2UXj3fI/AAAAAAAADbA/GlcdaA6anK4/s400/teddy+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324312323406683634" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SePCBU8voCI/AAAAAAAADbI/4ENVtdaMXy0/s1600-h/teddy+4.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SePCBU8voCI/AAAAAAAADbI/4ENVtdaMXy0/s400/teddy+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324312512541204514" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SePCKGlHpmI/AAAAAAAADbQ/JmD0uZXpF-8/s1600-h/teddy+2.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/SePCKGlHpmI/AAAAAAAADbQ/JmD0uZXpF-8/s400/teddy+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324312663302841954" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SePCiwPKyFI/AAAAAAAADbY/S_tv0EdQkpk/s1600-h/teddy+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/SePCiwPKyFI/AAAAAAAADbY/S_tv0EdQkpk/s400/teddy+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324313086801922130" /></a><br /><em></em><em></em><br /><br />He was quite comfortable as soon as he got into her lap, and pretty soon he laid his head in her hand and settled in for a nap.Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-37413685118128506752009-04-10T15:21:00.000-07:002009-04-10T15:31:34.390-07:00easter!I am a little naked Chinese man again... here is all my back hair that Massah clipped off:<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36 F3EPpBU/Sd_GpAuNrOI/AAAAAAAADZg/O35R-kWf2Sg/s1600-h/P4041431.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_GpAuNrOI/AAAAAAAADZg/O35R-kWf2Sg/s400/P4041431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323191692445986018" /></a><br /><br />If anyone would like to rent the Tadosaurus, please let me know 4 months in advance so that I can start growing my back hair. Moving on, look what arrived at our house!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_HKSXHK9I/AAAAAAAADZo/dnjw_ByGdi4/s1600-h/P4101450.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_HKSXHK9I/AAAAAAAADZo/dnjw_ByGdi4/s400/P4101450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192264116612050" /></a><br /><br />Ohmydog - it is a candy bouquet for ME!!! Yummy!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_HVyts6rI/AAAAAAAADZw/v-8Momss1e8/s1600-h/P4101451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_HVyts6rI/AAAAAAAADZw/v-8Momss1e8/s400/P4101451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192461779856050" /></a><br /><br />And my girl said, "No, no, Taddy Wack! That is NOT for you!" Apparently it is our "prop" for our Easter photo, and will then be making the trip to Motch and Petra's house for Easter Sunday. Well fine. But I will only pose for ONE picture with Mean Sister Fig, though.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_H1sZcg1I/AAAAAAAADZ4/TKnd69FeUBo/s1600-h/P4101452.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_H1sZcg1I/AAAAAAAADZ4/TKnd69FeUBo/s400/P4101452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323193009840096082" /></a><br /><br />I know it is a very bad picture, but it's Massah's own fault. If she would have only let me eat several of those little tiny candies, then I would have posed nicely all night long. As it was, I tried to sneak some when she turned her back. I think Fig told on me, though - look at her nasty, tattle-tale face back there.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_IKJ6mMqI/AAAAAAAADaA/n9YbpOVJf0k/s1600-h/P4101453.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_IKJ6mMqI/AAAAAAAADaA/n9YbpOVJf0k/s400/P4101453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323193361361154722" /></a><br /><br />Happy Easter, everyone!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_ImvUtu9I/AAAAAAAADaI/aPYQgU-7ptM/s1600-h/P4101455.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/_-e36F3EPpBU/Sd_ImvUtu9I/AAAAAAAADaI/aPYQgU-7ptM/s400/P4101455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323193852439149522" /></a>Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969987124890483985.post-62046579581981519062009-04-01T17:08:00.000-07:002009-04-01T17:17:01.074-07:00noisesI did something tonight for the first time ever. This happened after Massah and <a href="http://figgles.blogspot.com">Mean Sister Fig</a> LEFT WITHOUT ME for a walk around the lakes - I have never been so sad in my entire life:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgOM11wRXVk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgOM11wRXVk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />It doesn't matter that Massah and I took a trip by ourselves to the dog park earlier. They are not allowed to leave without me.... *sniff*<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwg0en2I598&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwg0en2I598&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Leah didn't help me; she just laughed quietly to herself. Finally I wore myself out and had to lay down on Leah's stomach to mourn.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEuc8wPiWZs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEuc8wPiWZs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh, woe is me....Tadpolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17071533222712023539noreply@blogger.com18