tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570439402420446992024-02-20T17:42:55.908-08:00Scootin' With ScooterCassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-9343179965401723412012-08-17T17:17:00.001-07:002012-08-22T21:02:35.911-07:00The Final Last DayScooter is off at college now and we were so busy enjoying our last day together, he didn't get a chance to post about it. So, here I am, sad that he is gone, but SO excited to see what life he chooses for himself. <br />
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Our "Last Day" tradition is to head to an overlook to the Golden Gate Bridge for pictures. <br />
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We certainly took pictures, but the Golden Gate didn't make it in any of them! It's out there somewhere. <br />
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We explored the Marin Headlands bunkers and tunnels. <br />
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And once we were frozen (ahhh San Francisco in August...) we took off for lunch. <br />
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Off The Grid baby! Food truck fun! We had a chance to hang out with friends and enjoy our time together. <br />
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Then it was off to campus. Sniffle. <br />
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Scooter looooved the hanging toys! The video isn't great, but... <br />
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After several last hugs, we were off. This week's phase report:<br />
Scooter 5C69 LAB M 0<br />
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Scoot, we love you! Do good work buddy! <br />
<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-81162049853270174382012-08-15T11:36:00.001-07:002012-08-15T11:36:33.610-07:00Week of Lasts: Day 6Ok - running behind! So much to do! So much to do! <br /><br />When I heard about the "Week of Lasts" I expected To be doing all stuff I had done before. But, not so!! <br /><br />We all packed in to the car and headed for my grandparents house. We visited there for a bit, then we - get this - ditched Dagan! We don't ever do that! <br /><br />We got to a place that was SUPER hot! (I had to walk fast across the parking lot to save my feet! So hard to move fast!) It was<br />The Jelly Belly Factory. I'm not sure what that is, but it smelled real good! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5776900174843972034'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKpgx0V45ADVTYv-Pp5wddASJRZH5ULv7LPH8q-5ymNieIn0Ctttu0HICahnD1bC1lavO2GIJ9t5w11-ermfOrPYKyefFbhdPKNpMvsseS14pItGl9yqC78VWSHhZ_BNaaOMw_dqYnM4/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I listened to the tour guide real close. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5776900216425850962'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQFhpFUVK8BYR5OjMClY3o4ol6N96xK83d1KvTdpJ45JEyXtO4l0JPwsHeA-1sx97c1DfERLVDI-Gito5BXbXSxF8rJtjhzlBYS-y-wW8vFo41YMkXt6i9aaMudrE8wv08-7_p-8ZAmE/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And looked through to dog-level windows. How cool that they have dog windows! No one does that! Super cool - though, with dog windows, I would have expected more dogs there. Whatever. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5776900281935782914'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6i_B0wspXH18JxqnHVNtwouHNnTSNnitEEVpMqgcMWrkLLYN6Ns8yU8NJuLNWBSgCv1LHK5-b1TOy-Aku4trTU6qhtn2RfN_diQKbsApgPpC7zOLuxniCymQF-TOuVSfXTlNF1Y3pcos/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Honestly, the tour was kinda boring (guess that's why the dogs don't come - they already knew!)<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5776900324485658002'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigd0280LfH4_T4TffSqZsME_loYd6T4FsCN-7DHr1qHQEYt-J8dB4ZH08FXw9gI5RsHE97pVAAXbc4XWRVqSDnPU0BgCYN08K0QH0lghLX7NDO_tYFLtjsEXapdJRytX68reJvFw2yHC4/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Pbbbt on that! <br /><br />Then we headed to the Budweiser Factory.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5776900366105387650'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ6nd8emsPakgkNEG57x83eS5w2QZCzYfHpB839ppGRSIvxlHhRMYXKbMfqOIBliQb57_Jc5iY_WsXyi9TrAb2bvlLDUrt97F4_w0P5E8ecwUPSsXc5j2AfhxJRgoxone-IIIVFudI3a4/s288/26.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> Mmmm Beer! At least that's what Dad said. I just got water. I took advantage of the video time for a nap! Being hot wears a boy out!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5776970022018473762'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2Rkqb_nsddYJguxxaIkCCOBwoOKRrFNTClffYwyEk9Lmk2m9i1Asm0yZ83wvDddBOM00OMQCcc0Iaua4LPFwH1Wxx0np8Jz1DYmCPfEHOSivvQLagQ4DkAer8232uL35g2q309_vPu0/s288/25.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I did learn that their beer used to be moved by big horses. Why horses? Labs could totally do better! I could totally pull off being a Clydesdale! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5776970094869164370'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglbnowPSZNl61ZtzMV-B5Is-A66ESnWljGvep27X29HiGcLP_u-TO9c5ttolCNGQ8WxDUFMHEC3mdJOD7nikDx77tatt8OSb4cObDcejvHoUZGS7ZkbcfTvnavhF-yTz4VmXPwNf1k4tc/s288/27.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Right?? I got this! <br /><br />Or not - maybe a nap after all that hot weather is a better idea! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5776970636306007202'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHD8ua_4PheWO9d2HORF7GjuCxKxYJvvaAvkGXtob9vS1wNJuGwkCo7DLdNI8_xycU5IZ_kaMRiR334M485vAWgzdPuUlAGTnl2MQ96Peg9l0SkhjuuYaWPIRMp5L-4jnR0JcXo7Of7s/s288/28.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Awwww yes! Grandparent carpet is extra cuddly and good for naps! <br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooter <br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-1030087343397048772012-08-11T16:23:00.001-07:002012-08-11T16:23:34.581-07:00Week of Lasts: Day 5A good good day! After saying good-bye to my work friends, we said a quick good-bye to Dagan's day care buddies when we picked him up. Ran home, ditched Dagan and headed out... I didn't know where we were going, but we picked up one of my favorite peeps! So fun (I won't mention that I have a tendency to jump over the seat when she gets in the car). Then, we picked up Dad and went in the car for-EVER! As soon as we parked, I got all excited - BASEBALL time!!! Woo hoo! I LOVE my Giants! I dressed for Orange Friday and we were off!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5775560017655397330'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTS7wZ5T29mY39sn9nSqGDFWuxKTWZdZNrk5ZRZV0mpIuG9to7BsNSfWX0xc5lE9KWW7xLNFQpnQ7AsWmYh5osa2Y329SWC8u6McKUOv0UD4xksvRO-2GrKsKkWA4pwoqp4l81gaW5ELU/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It took a while to get in, through the lines, and get settled.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5775560070210594098'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1V4IcQn7Ro8r8MuumF_B4docapC1j8V7QbFxr51GOJy7JP6DopOF2oq9jl8zNvsI-nO_3XKayX90V-2Pi_A5bWRTPnjeQz_31XCPrKL1dy2Bv_WvTo57OzoyafzEPQ7w6ORs7mJDmr9A/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I had a great seat - even if I couldn't see all the action. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5775560124746653378'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5naYF40oTfhqJtbGAlwq5VWEamOR0FF5NWxatEVRPAn7MyMY0pjqbfMe9uGAkx5jgGfasGT418mh0_5W4STQrlFMFYHzXR8yzGUJ7mktA6d75EQshvMsTL-cby6UKn8x_Jko5L1rFM7c/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />What's better than a ball game with your dad? <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5775560179135732946'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGyEZJTyymIpMIgEYT2T4LoFf44Vb7i5LWjjFJqwLRREBwOwvS39P5q7C36ZTXKXKyYDAf3eMax7CFD1phCkenOeN4SNWDNA4vueuGBqep1z0yzEyepj-YoiL09LE0x8fsjwZb7qpmXA/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Friend Janie came too! So happy to see her before we both go off to college Sunday! <br /><br />But, the best part?? Every time this guy got up to play, people cheered for ME!! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5775560257512631186'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Ju26YGNf4LeFIt3Si4vXw6cQ2cFRSgr4BZowDd4m3nV4UphKz6jS9p-2RTJ-Hz1Ti8A4iTC8XZKB_yWwGC49OcUnFT7Vx_d89fkflP5CZ6P12CzvW-kc11tvUbEQ0aGyrPvDEdrZFUQ/s288/25.jpg' border='0' width='218' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Up to bat? "SCOOTEROO!!" a good play in the infield? "SCOOTEROO!!" He must have told everyone that I was going to be there! Mom says they were saying "Scutaro," but that doesn't make much sense. What's a Scutaro?? Crazy Mom! <br /><br />Day 5 was a great one (even if #19 and his pals lost).<br /><br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooterooooo<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-51135078749994470982012-08-10T07:02:00.001-07:002012-08-10T07:02:20.508-07:00Week of Lasts: Day 4Dear Lennox,<br />This one's for you! An apology. I am sorry that you will have to pick up where I left off with this one. It's boooooring 99% of the time, except for being with Mom. It happens regularly (frequently pushing doggy dinner time to a later slot). I'm sorry bud! Along with the toys I bequeath you, this comes too. Suck it up and make the most out of it!<br /><br />Last night, friends, was my final trip to Target. (I shoulda passed out Kleenex - sorry peeps!) <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5775044447919831042'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtWBPvzC8HFDuPdNngqJ5eVwNQojgzMSLAXY57xO0zjwIxPsq4VjXMX648dznSc9hPB7FDOyUrNzdQ4SN3sY3jUUmvqES7tkCZSYcsyvWdHRaURGUA2pMbXUEteLYDPIIFlFSA0sRdXM/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Never again will Mom and I push the cart past the Honey Nut Scooters. (Kleenex again! Sorry!) <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5775044495656954882'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz8jd15sfQ5FGiLV34ldbGOqQx5d-lYo5cmtdRC0Mf_IISoNJ1mGlsKl_K5BrOEDRSoLh6vjpi_jLYEnabSFik6hO3w-8tpHLYTvWMeva91va29RQyWmddf3h3acsh8u0hfrRw6W-JZcg/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The carts that run so smooth - its time for us to part. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5775044538422636482'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8NWCoC9mrv_Em3BLWM0hp9Cc24OZpe5eV3NiCPnk61GIZU56ZTgn3_ssNnS5q0IRfTZAHvuU4Uv6Qw7h7Jy_T2CrFqeULgVesGIGm9bEifnyKNnlG52RwvVcvLKxY2ofolsjUEwq5Ic/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Farewell RP Target, farewell!<br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooter<br /><br />PS I totally snuck in another "last" trip to Golden Spoon - we were supposed to meet Friend Janie there, but she didn't make it. Another night of sweet smelling goodness for me!<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-88361143660749128512012-08-09T06:55:00.001-07:002012-08-09T06:55:26.768-07:00Week of Lasts: Day 3Is it possible for it to be a good day in the week of lasts?? This one certainly won't be missed by me! Wednesday nights have been "crate nights" for me. We come home from work, play, eat dinner and then it's crate time while Mom and Dad are out. Buh-bye<br />Crate night! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5774671581288701138'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6h4F7NnncTp34na_UnbkTzUWCA_-auXOs7V4ihyphenhyphenv3hhrweeBKk0TcJG7eb3s6gt5yTY0crq8eiIOZSHzAjwFhj4ImxrhUDeBuaELQDQKOU-74niZdeC2bRyD8ovr3aWwDW5Bc-eemXnI/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And it certainly won't be the last time this happens (I am here for a couple more days!) but we don't usually get pics. This is something I'm going to miss! Even if it is replaced with something similar. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5774671633967015554'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbErhEf6PJVBHI0EWs24XTQryg1hnVk8H8rGQ94umD3-C0mzHvb7pCcX4RGRhvuZHrVxX264wDZZeNvpTwGNHIUE98K8Hu-ihrqXTPOtF2BpH8w7iofe6xxLw3bZGl4F4gto7lQjFR5Q/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5774671676495219618'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpK1ZfsLotK3EbBbi5eZ5F4dwIQoNFuwfxhZaZVqqMrqf8zWBgaY069kiyo5WTK-KaZamskL7lQTrjT7u8EBKtmdbKbLE7Pl0UWj2E3oj4agFiww8L_Pae1coJYcvYDatVnnqd4DEoaQg/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Yard running with my Dagan dog! Love love chasing him (hush! He does not ALWAYS do the chasing - he's simply more agile than me...) We run. We zoom. We try not to hit the pole in the middle of the grass. (umm... That hurts!) <br /><br />Another day in the week of lasts is in the books!<br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooter<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-11134162367519268382012-08-08T11:13:00.001-07:002012-08-08T11:13:38.919-07:00Week of Lasts: Day 2Today I had another boring day at work. Nothing exciting. Nothing new. <br /><br />But, after work, Mom, Dad, Dagan and I all went to visit Ms<br />Janice so I could say good bye to her. I don't mind my week of lasts so much. I don't mind saying goodbye to places I have been. It's not that I won't miss those places (come on, I'd be crazy not to miss the beach!), but people are harder. <br /><br />I'm a dog. I live in the now. That makes me lucky. I'm always happy to see my peeps, but I just don't miss them like they miss me. There is so much fun to have every moment, it's hard to take time out to miss people. But I know it's not the same for them. I get that and it makes me sad that they can't live in the NOW as well as I can. I hope they learn to miss me less, then just be super excited to see me when the time comes. And I totally hope that they show it with a big butt wag (cause they don't have a tail...) <br /><br />Annnnyway! That's my hope for my peeps! On our way home, after Ms Janice's and a quick stop at Raley's (mom is such a dork! She took "pulled pork" outta the freezer for the crockpot to cook - but, it was carnitas and dinner required some re-working. Why can't they be happy with kibble every day like me?? That's WAY easier!) we all took one last trip to Golden Spoon. My puppy buds and I go there after puppy class all the time. I'm gonna miss my Golden Spoon naps! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5774367128047263666'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUqha1SRr-D_rj0i2kAm88-bvZLPU1SOlC1oRjJ3PK_IqnYpeIqaFEOPr4xJLYSeCYb_dPJ0YHIzdgyLGz8VDUR5Hg4GZFVHSOkRW-sXYPEpXuGI9VXZNGtJnDcoYXj-03u617kD6Pgo/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Wonder what's next!<br />Wags,<br />Scooter<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-74750836773739910092012-08-07T07:17:00.001-07:002012-08-07T07:17:45.111-07:00Week of Lasts Day 1Well guys, we are almost at the end of our time together. There are traditions in this house and we will stick to them! The Week of Lasts is always full of fun and tears. Monday, Day 1, was not all that exciting - my last trip to Petco and Trader Joe's. Sorry guys, not much to miss there! <br /><br />But my Week of Lasts started a day early. Mom didn't get any pics, but it was my last Sunday with my church peeps. Love them! I will miss listening for Aunty Angela and anticipating her most excellent body rubs. I will miss my kids friends and my adult friends. Just love them! <br /><br />Then, it was off to the beach! On my last trip to the beach, I was actually NOT scared (or too scared anyway) of the ocean chasing me down! Silly Ocean just wanted to play with me! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5773934950419493042'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWf-PrOIEZQA9JdxjqsfjnvoKIpZxkVEK62zhEQ6IRDvxu3LaDChP7gYcEoEqRyJvyGmoPsXbzqtFUbZc53f3w3g6CTexevar35uitTBBenKvu5zKgMyV3ruMCoIoo6oVF_03Gc2_pnU/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5773934993009223762'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKfUdewgGQJfLwRzfFuAiPFlX3R4vLtZ1E924w9OuFTp28IkT6ZSxiwTr5L431HRAWwI91odgD10kc87DVjr34WqRhOYMMANY0UlxtJq6x05KCvV9io3wTTIZyxHdF3wP0UNIrHDaMncc/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I hung with Dagan and my pug friends and Montego and Gertie. I 💙 Gertie. There's just something about old ladies that gets me! Love me a cougar! <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5773935030130014882'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBz2aDosWkumxXQEwUUHKCYV1ztiE-ZlJSZqu1Fa24W70_GUascRqwQ10iddIE1D7UHbZH9ImOW0ho50mz59s4iChPAHKLGjvHUX8TWOIQoYuiWuVcdy_ZA7n6RNP4yJ3QHcmDj879xQ/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Montego likes to chase birds. See the little dot by the big giant pelican?? That's my friend Montego. He's crazy! That bird totally couldn't have eaten him! I think. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5773935080255440866'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ki0QuAvrE_BL3T9b50k1mbY3F-ov3kF1SC2_SfqhUcOCbWAZn4zN_0cmqSWIGhjzZrS03MN5NQxIPDuZI6oW0-AFfplCGtX0GDRNgG64F2whWD4Mt5OWSUcj-Ip6Zav_xyslEcXc1kg/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Anyone want a face only a mother could love?? This little pug friend is a rescue, looking for a home. She's... She's... Well, she's a non-Scooter-lovin-pistol of cuteness. I hope she finds a mother to love that face soon! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5773935125721438402'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHzQ6RvrNGYa0I7_U3vQd9A0JRSsexBfZxQqI1X5YpLR6LICjBvlsAkeocWjH04dzhwbG0SO71SDHNzO_H1pUvF9SvxIyU200z3GQ-3YOSEGwpzawA3eoq-SZ43tdBJYGR9aczvOy2lH0/s288/25.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A good day! I hope I find my way to a beach again after college! <br /><br />In case you are wondering, Mom's heart looks a bit like this now: <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5773935253342828066'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__zJvgovQsTTD5295d75XHUfSjegPVOUzuzU3FdxWaX0Urd5tYV6-cD_KqcW0zcOJ8Onscgkr_eXyA_k6PMEZkjEsxsbIOXWggZoMkoh4zil2jB9DFp7uH6lEdiyboCXdityiGKiOVLA/s288/26.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />She wishes my paw print wasn't quite so big though. <br /><br />Wags, <br />Scooter <br /><br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-38520243989447814972012-07-25T18:20:00.001-07:002012-07-25T18:20:33.506-07:00Message ReceivedMom got an email today...<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5769281956222003442'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5QCjJq5HZHCp3tDFpD0GCzmn5ZSYqKT6NKcUfsHCATGhMgvpZ1Eao0A2HwJnrhUrZxQmAoiVZfPSoTzB87mefWXRMPzJjoGsRG7Vc5ud26GEg_D4w8YJdvlynkyh6ngISfATpZfercQ/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Leaving for college August 11th. Excited, but I'm gonna miss this. <br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooter <br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-87069534003097087512012-07-19T06:55:00.001-07:002012-07-19T06:55:15.588-07:00Slow and SteadySlow and steady is what wins the race, right?? I thought I was doing well, not causing anyone shin splints, just walking along as fast as my feet carry me. But I now have a problem. I'm being followed by a little guy, constantly mocking my slowness. Mom laughs and laughs cause we see him more and more and more (it was like that Waldo guy on Halloween! There were at least 5!) <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5766878687099693330'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDiFjybbej7a3OrZjz5zCPobfH5i_qCc8Sld2dj7qKmpKkF1DT3qJLgjda19o33_b70eRvFkuug7noMdf59h0DFjDragiK3Kn74QVMoX1d00HM_PnprnhG06lG_cZUgYnJpNRjUlHPqY/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />First, we saw him AT Guide Dogs. Why was he waiting there for me? My feet are heavy people! If you could carry them for a day, you would understand that it takes a lot of work to move those things. And I have FOUR of them! <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5766878729075168258'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImSNm0i6zpb8CXHyVo15PSiLZVc7m5Qb0Yd4t3RnGw24DmcDguMtxICLDvoUOl2h7UVuUke0ZA9m05Tt6EOCRghKU1H2gJxuWUIoOLI0OjAP2kxXIqBg-xClMQsRg2AlgcqW3rgctLng/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Then he showed up on our lunch time walking route! Look at him there, mocking me! We walked away, but guess what...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5766878767423924370'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9ZNISaiabIFagA35TedQKEz27rVuGiZVhDeWk1yKnaQrBavZrIXbmglsSJ4ypFeas3UaB9hCxSJJMCWBo-YWdzE2yGV5PBFIJR-6LM8JIBAmh8ddqwR4BQFMlMmZisrrz3MmHxJS58A/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He grabbed a flag and followed us down the road - like he's having a parade for my slowness. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5766878843459741282'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYv_xZDtb7zGWF9-cjFpkRzfMEvIAvOx2oNS2bpKBwCCSAu2Xrwf3WJje-Mz0Hi4ugGlOy6aURfbcw5QzA4RHBmARTMWPoRjigZdw6ak-3S7B1AA3sySnXi0aSR9Vs-4K10c2uuU4VJbg/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I'm seriously over him. And the laughing he provokes when he shows up someplace I was perfectly happy walking along and my Scootie pace. Who is this yahoo to tell me to step it up?? <br /><br />Whatever Dude. <br />Scooter<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-77523541018018662392012-07-18T08:56:00.001-07:002012-07-18T08:56:05.401-07:00Wordless Wednesday<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5766538900562653554'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWKw5Egfm9iVrgTUSFO8CzG78XOrwxWa5IQ_8xXxI6HZX2U0JHaBgStqaltDGFbpooVzhUXaSb-gAW1JgUy1WNEldADQQKkA_EiBdEPXbQBMl3NoXixtpp5eyaFPduB1X6k7CBQ9H-NAc/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> Minions <br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-17642010332976620682012-05-10T11:20:00.001-07:002012-05-10T11:20:35.126-07:00I Don't Wanna Be a Chicken!Every year, Mom and Dad go to something called Butter and Egg Day in our town (<a target="_blank" href="http://guidedogsfoley.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunny-skies.html?m=1">Foley took Dagan last year,</a> and <a target="_blank" href="http://poppyspoopscoop.blogspot.com/2009/04/butter-and-eggs-but-still-hungry.html">Poppy</a> went before that.)<br /><br />BUT, what no one told me is this: GOING TO A PARADE ABOUT CHICKENS AND COWS DOES BAD BAD THINGS TO PUPPIES!<br /><br />It's all innocent and fun - at first.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5740970600938802050'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLOUO2v4LiEbqtl8nz9VyQOYWy3wHSckJhVakmfV77ivH6g1UBIe48ONpCKUofQrojypeUEEkC3_hA6bzl8pqcTsE885PxIFJ4R27KSFKht2yP6mEdClxhWusk67U041Y6205v4pxGsE/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The cops come and start stuff off. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5740970679801248034'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89BfED0crMKnFx-9ZqSikhLA3X1ZFbODBLccYauZPdooQ3cXV2xr95LyqgfYGNqR2byOHEApwDB5ijOfegoJXhjc-sifKSp6ZxQrpyEqYsK9iUPrXgA7SMScE6Xo_SjwSUi6HfFHveDA/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cute dogs hang out and watch people and floats go by (love me a matching band!) <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5740970736328247794'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Ex9ZgVnmTBUt5tbeqN4prtmklvqeXVyiGpLYLHrkaLdVO0UCQZlWTqSWPteSML_IRQasYGkwK69vN921YO5-r4GhP5J14jnn68meMKfzAbOeZQu_HSfp-PG4ewy1ufrNSP91p63EnIA/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You discuss the parade entries with your friends.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5740971168326815506'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5wTGo2amR5ksE82AkOK9U3PV6ZhIK7pA2k_sqpwQf03G-Li_mKoSPgBZAljAl_ZXFWZ2OMqjSdEIdEdszysm1hDrpo6ntvqeHtgGUzIptEixCgnhFBfItYnLCZP2Z6kRKc9aftjsyiY/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You check out the people sitting around you. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5740971197206519218'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwTl-D03IXzYrqxmFjeKaZbHW1nvPtTtEKyHLdM4ItwXEoTmDGOn3wdC1RbwdB47zaHsPX8IT-0sb5V_J-BcKr0OXEft5thHZsw_bPjbIvpDnDwSgiX_ZpQT0J2F7yYfyLK46QH2Ft7vA/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Seriously weird people come walking and rolling by.<br /><br />Then BAM! You look down and see that you are changing into something you never thought you would be. Totally unaware, you had been enjoying the parade until the horror strikes...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5740971228764374466'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2_qRavlXZFn5sWDLi1NM_0bhuxd9okJV4WzVVW2dnePg3NSVAHfwSfTOEIgi-gcK7XNbFUQCd4WzuSr_6zTWf0iUn-SLsWZIj58DU9550MU_85Vy_Rvd9zvRpwmg26VdAYK1r06Bmdr0/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You start growing feathers! Oh! How will I ever survive being a chicken?!?! How does this happen to someone as cute as me?? <br /><br />It was so horrifying that I passed out from the shock. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5740971255540098178'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtNgU5Ip38vziTj_lZwL9yu7fr9Ca9aMN9IQXM5iGlXWRIjLeRrHK2HxMW51ksFvAYXbN3OEZREnnLtrXJYoDnzM3y0OQLSv_wujUvncnxtW4ES_fQn0ERevgUJfjswNGjRzgww-vWlI/s288/24.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Luckily, when I woke up, Mom had exorcised all the chicken bits and I was back to all lab.<br /><br />Phew! That was a close one!<br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooter <br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-55320922646359459922012-04-30T10:25:00.001-07:002012-04-30T10:25:03.897-07:00A Day at the BeachIt was finally warm enough for us to go visit Dagan's favorite place! My peeps have been since I got here, but I was too little to go! <br /><br />After snoozing through church, I was well rested for our adventure! <br /><br />Ummm... No one told me that the water chases you! Who enjoys that?!?! SO unkind!! <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5737245858962152674'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfP4CyuvFEwmWnXXTbREt-Vcz3zj5N05GAYbw9KQtL8NbqGIcHqxT4WU1mBm8C6sVB5vUP6B0V-74ufIaxxTgxdD_72rcngoP42PhhIHeT4e0u8akAH_A8B6dLkPurjNN3UtnSSu8xNns/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I kept a close eye on it, so it wouldn't get me! But Dagan as having so much fun! He convinced me to be just a little brave.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5737245897753080946'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjamlRSnBQv-I-r9WVf5XDa79r90RlfzaDpxlGADQfA3GS-ecHcW3Ad9mgHSDZCLgALtP8VSg8vLJJ4Afh7m0sDbjCoSlm0Ylss1d8SB5WFXkclaidps9X5GgbHLg7sQEEE6QDgM9tkVlE/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Once I started exploring, it wasn't so bad. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5737245947262014482'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjDttkjiTOWdWs1MN803tmA9zpE9ONrmrXZRKebkwD2asoTwTu0A_boqntskHfEeLySACz1PtGwFaeCrkWSf00yHP_O6B3mLyYrjmmvgUtIEZ5FPTxzkhdoBhicIMUU5QYGVO_vLGnXk/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I even let it touch my feet! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5737245993655408066'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkrhVJajKqmu6n3yuvGDUaeHGtRF_7UONHAkWJvs7QsuDp1YC8QJH4Q2PuDK-1dYTqDA4XFOdW5xq6pMNLzuiuaNjis-xGKr17mdeSBorAS9bLnZEu5yfbYD_cOINH0sNReGa3xSy9f4/s288/21.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It might look like I wanted to chase the ball Dad was gonna throw for Dagan, but really - I was just waiting for Dagan to run so I could chase him! Who needs tennis balls?? Chasing brother is way more fun! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5737246048699979938'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWN0M5wr-bdK7xtyvNztZre42Y8llL_Kgfo1Vai_fYL0_opGqaLqFdMkTznYzKHSkb-tGqr0QV7Br-oxv_S-hCAy74lIkxM3LYYA9wXtPpINwm97_g9ie7wB6HOm8bGmkcDp0sPBY4UE/s288/22.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />After all that running, my church nap wore off and I needed a rest! We headed home, took a bath and settled in for the night. Sooo sleepy! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5737246092693142274'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzlPzimjuXLjilNQYkIdaCVBRkDZ6EAgbl1Px2FBuDqeJQ2Y_AGchdZZVRAGpEc_Hy1Jb6zDErsC81RzFRMyaxfxeFJ_hvnE0o9mj8_Eq8xlVi_4G0KYa_9A4s11fz8LfKwgY3Mtg3Pjg/s288/23.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Wags,<br />Scooter<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-28881071987846655172012-04-29T23:19:00.001-07:002012-04-29T23:19:51.938-07:00Playing Catch Up!I've been a bad dog! Not many updates lately! I'm gonna blame Mom! I like pictures of me added to my entries and she just hasn't been taking nearly enough! But, there are a few...<br /><br />So I'm gonna work on catching up an keeping up to date! It's been a busy couple of months! I'm 10 months old now and, generally, a rock star! My feet move slowly, but not much rattles me. <br /><br />Except not getting something yummy. Here's my pouty face when no one would give me a cupcake on Friday...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5737074676803905666'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpiweeuh-OfQca7vHE9CxsgkShfrD2GgsL8LWmzXjqcXbmptpn_C-EqX7KgwWPZZC3X91hWumlBixVlw8ZXvi_L0n_Ih0Qj9-LKq9dcqGSViyfekhOhCBkJXYaHAm7xii5zaT6uyqXm4/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It totally shoulda worked. It didn't. So sad. <br /><br />Gotta get some sleep! Busy day ahead!<br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooter <br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-12124560170930555712012-04-15T21:36:00.001-07:002012-04-15T21:36:47.215-07:00Whatcha Lookin For??When helping Mom in the kitchen the other day, we lost something. Mom went to dry her hands and the towel was missing! What the what??? <br /><br />It had JUST been there, hanging on the front of the cabinet drawer! I was JUST sitting by it! (it's a good spot to get a little splashing when Mom is doing the dishes - she really is quite splashy!) <br /><br />I decided to help her look. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5731852870356761362'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7XJSC9oMnm-VEZDs1nAJlNdFoLRlx8RUO63yZHNDyy8U0sJ0NfbOK8hlMn6PKVEgHQkbzLMT6vOI8Fn0sigadWri0qtoGAiKlixrQSO_AUPIsMFVE7daJuO-zbob0375-gkJ7rgEWno/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Scooter walking with a hand towel over his hips)<br /><br />I wandered all over the kitchen to see if I could find the towel. I looked by the stove and the table and the fridge. I looked by the sink and the freezer and the dog bowls (I *may* have looked a little longer by the dog bowls, in hopes that Mom would forget about the towel and feed me!) <br /><br />Finally, I gave up! All that wandering around made me tired! And all of Mom's laughing didn't help anything! Why is losing a towel so stinkin funny?? <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5731852920445291490'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TtylkVupyG6tzaXW731K_Yi5tsRNDUzGC2e_Ojq5q8AIkKG8kpCC0XPeNFNKvNtiaVtEch1RzfwPifWYyMOK202eGUtHtHi5IlvrAnpWzyXgvfQLvxpk64oBzifU56s-sZItjNFVmpw/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Scooter sitting - towel still on his hips)<br /><br />Oh well! I tried to help!<br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooter <br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-38529136219793223312012-04-09T18:30:00.001-07:002012-04-09T18:30:48.976-07:00Sore Head!I'm not sure why, but I gots a head ache today! I'm just innocently playing and having fun, then BAM! Something runs in to me! First, I was doing Labbie Loops in the yard and BAM the pole smacked me right in the noggin! <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5729578399173540450'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZSfeAcICLGlWCcvTyS20OQjQV43J-WwWzJYkcogyFrvRQ4IZL_nrDRnKLLs944lLAvdBIPtIE_v4VUoBPKJPEMs5fisCF-zNlF8gJ54Bazfjud9KGHis29GgpU80M-bCnoN9FIoBaqI/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Mean pole! It just leapt right in front of me as I was scootin by at top speed! Dumb pile knocked me on my butt! I shook it off and headed inside (if Pole could do that, what else might try to get me out there??) <br /><br />Sooo I come in and am playing with my bone. I put my big ol paw on it and skate around the house. But, it got away from me and slid under the dog food cabinet. I couldn't let Boney Bone hide! No way! So, I slid in behind Boney and BAM! Knocked in the noggin again!! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5729578438477814242'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbVrexFDx0zfs0fiLqL1kHIBQVrDra_4wyS5l2P72A66dBOXDvD2EhTl1tQBrIvYlllrwd_pUVGBsqTi7c3kacRbohHxtCrfS3re06TQZlss93Xs7qr_Cz9xmBGtuNvscGVZ5XllOF_0/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />What did I do to deserve such treatment?? Dagan says it's cause I laughed at Mr Kitty's hospital issued hat and hair cut (seriously! They are HIL-arious!) but, I guess that's not so nice. <br /><br />Maybe Half Crate will keep me safe! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5729578478882828898'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghywacw9hVLXs1X2cTgUztngOuvO6ELMNlA3_1KECcGn4ph0h81eDIbHmwNaxCLivrf7vyFTQBWlVR-Wq752zKf2gT1feIOZETi62IHJVxB-AjKpYZEQjtaS_DnIJGZr_gF6MDZJD3JYs/s288/20.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I'll be here if you need me! (passed out from head pain, perhaps, but I'll be here!) <br /><br />Woof,<br />Scooter<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-61340956198790466832012-02-15T08:08:00.001-08:002012-02-15T08:08:56.459-08:00If I were a chicken...Mama says I would need to be this kinda chicken <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5709395058146101778'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQSgklZZ2MjA4zEfiYqr9Sv_gMxyGHcJjqDPM1VzoSrRxUBwMq4EjneSPxq5rCAr3G3oHTNCknQGHpW8QX9pF8nB7XNCTdvu9-RzmsJmc6FB1eCBOBlYUT8b901CeJpk3noFSOjQ-vHk/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(drawing of a chicken with a cushion comb - the comb covering the "forehead" area of the chicken) <br /><br />With a "cushion comb" I would hurt a little less. I wouldn't hit my head less (I do that a LOT!) but, with cushion there, I would spend far less time "shaking it off." <br /><br />But, since I am not a chicken, I just have to be thankful I have a hard noggin! <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5709395088997019490'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pc8LodJuXAYIigtlwemSMpnefga3RRAlZbtJcyUMNnUVpOimMWQxN9L6z_o05FK_SNON3itfxxben09TlUKk_8fJw1vXr8KT99aJ29YyxD8HScGvjesR89TYT6WfvOKcZw6XQIYDleA/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Scooter resting his chin on Dagan's shoulders)<br /><br />And a brother to use as a pillow. Thanks Dagan!<br /><br />Woofs,<br />Scooter<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-24827215771530749132012-02-10T15:19:00.001-08:002012-02-10T15:19:31.053-08:00Mr KittyThis is my main cat, Mr Yogi Kitty<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5707650570897311506'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijChX8nfkYo9gFH-QmPR41nNIuyFhBD1BgZWOfhoKRHasTO22ggnSVYwVXqN9uXjGlKxty2YCRBrK2XWmZjOFTeqmTQ6XTIAluDK8lLTC2I58hY-p_GLFjQskrQQQ-5RsD8DBCjjyD8dw/s288/19.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(big black cat in a red comforter nest)<br /><br />We like to chat. He tells me all sorts of stuff that Mama wishes he wouldn't. Like how to sit on coffee tables. And to whack Dagan upside the head. And to steal people food off plates! He's a naughty kitty. Though a good naughty kitty - he gets away with all that stuff and I NEVER do. Bummer.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5707650624241107122'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVM3UXVieJ-2Zryfbiwut58OOQQZRLw_u8ex2fgFPc8a7CpmAJTLO-dyQ7OiSdkv82mkH5ZKAYjUsiSfBPa4ljIBYyzvNIZ3aa23_31lqgecpVuuBTOr3tw4fOMbDRIBPDAoTtRRknSm0/s288/18.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Scooter sitting in front of Mr Kitty, who is sitting on the coffee table) <br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooter<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-29049688292939917002012-02-08T09:22:00.001-08:002012-02-08T09:22:27.761-08:00Mostly Wordless WednesdayLove my brother <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUJhuPzP-oLGXCxIEwiFyqHmTF6yyPgjwZcPMNpoHKtRI8zFE3-pTGi-hpOd4BxDykcYLMIRFMAJRCgTX9YSqbUISVsJ6kyo29utRzWYzN8AiArya_pqGpBvp1ai-6TteqiCQWzc0rg/s640/blogger-image--1377633338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUJhuPzP-oLGXCxIEwiFyqHmTF6yyPgjwZcPMNpoHKtRI8zFE3-pTGi-hpOd4BxDykcYLMIRFMAJRCgTX9YSqbUISVsJ6kyo29utRzWYzN8AiArya_pqGpBvp1ai-6TteqiCQWzc0rg/s640/blogger-image--1377633338.jpg" /></a></div>Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-79212115222472500122012-02-06T10:26:00.001-08:002012-02-06T10:33:11.874-08:00Please Remain SeatingPlease remain seated until all doors are fully open. It's not like getting off a ride, but sorta. Mama always reminds me of this every time we go get in the car. Cause, if she doesn't, I jump too early (like while the door is still closed) and thump my head. It's not good for my head, or the car!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukVZx_fTQb4b1NkXDVDuhk7p_gbgXpdnZ5AbQa9EeUR-CqO7hXLjERaHNZPJOGmTB47hWqb2oRoKas-PVWTle6CxkRLGUIOyblhqlIhiBshu-dEWYC5oKlbl75GHNOdWKgzlWdlQUSA/s640/blogger-image-1687177919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukVZx_fTQb4b1NkXDVDuhk7p_gbgXpdnZ5AbQa9EeUR-CqO7hXLjERaHNZPJOGmTB47hWqb2oRoKas-PVWTle6CxkRLGUIOyblhqlIhiBshu-dEWYC5oKlbl75GHNOdWKgzlWdlQUSA/s640/blogger-image-1687177919.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(close up picture of a long scratch going down the back of a dusty car)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Anyone have some doggy Advil?? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />Woofs,<br />Scooter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-18324279413820023152012-02-05T08:34:00.001-08:002012-02-05T08:47:47.396-08:00Nobody Knows the Trouble I SeeNobody knows the sorrow. Or at least momentary sorrow. That moment when mom put me in the cage and told me I was staying.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiH6k5KZ7io0J4QUuGZ7xT0fSWCuHkUuME6-P6AlR1A56MPvOt41IzPY0djvkj2ILfUuCE1tHA7iGgC7TyQsno6FUjpxw7wjaVEUkJfgpjS3F_YDg8GmLepx8sbbPvCSPpuFedDf222Q/s640/blogger-image--365213611.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img style="width: 326px; height: 436px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiH6k5KZ7io0J4QUuGZ7xT0fSWCuHkUuME6-P6AlR1A56MPvOt41IzPY0djvkj2ILfUuCE1tHA7iGgC7TyQsno6FUjpxw7wjaVEUkJfgpjS3F_YDg8GmLepx8sbbPvCSPpuFedDf222Q/s640/blogger-image--365213611.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Scooter inside a prison cell with the door open)<br /></div><br />Last weekend, we went to Alcatraz. What a day! Car ride. City walk. Boat ride. Prison tour. Boat ride. City walk. City walk. City walk. People linner (the meal that took place somewhere between lunch time and dinner time). City walk (really, this was getting a bit ridiculous!) And, thankfully, a car ride!<br /><br />Mama says I was a rock star. I rocked The Rock! We looked in cells and learned how the prisoners lived. (those boys had no privacy!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGTFVMNG8Qv7QefFO4ZVrADLUfG1VqBPh3Q5AGRLsuymmDKSx51FUAltpX2wp19ycrwMsTT0Pxso2zOCUiu2-qsm2hCcz4kxLeIxfIWS1775Jja3Vgc9eWGSe1_-3p5j-ZpJx6tWC5zQ/s640/blogger-image-203853617.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGTFVMNG8Qv7QefFO4ZVrADLUfG1VqBPh3Q5AGRLsuymmDKSx51FUAltpX2wp19ycrwMsTT0Pxso2zOCUiu2-qsm2hCcz4kxLeIxfIWS1775Jja3Vgc9eWGSe1_-3p5j-ZpJx6tWC5zQ/s640/blogger-image-203853617.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Scooter "doing his business" as a prisoner would)<br /></div>Their beds were not very comfy either! I could not have taken a nap there! Too hard!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZMAl4JqccTQvzYthEgUcqY8xGGfMYHb5eGzYWU-EEAawopFpBnfNP3p4CyZSr8gBIV4NPOpJ-fIOaGgS8W5stdG-jq4_7w0pJ8eW-WL84zaIeHejuIhgYlvCfvBbfCvRinN_7zz2oA/s640/blogger-image--487140794.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZMAl4JqccTQvzYthEgUcqY8xGGfMYHb5eGzYWU-EEAawopFpBnfNP3p4CyZSr8gBIV4NPOpJ-fIOaGgS8W5stdG-jq4_7w0pJ8eW-WL84zaIeHejuIhgYlvCfvBbfCvRinN_7zz2oA/s640/blogger-image--487140794.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Scooter sitting on the hard metal bed frame)<br /></div>There was a pock marked floor where grenades (grenades!) were used to break up a riot.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdRe2pd35luDq_NtLgCjV2iRNVUXkR-bEwJe9lxfReEKiRYD3PSSxJRCvzkjlzy7rCkUwm8XHY3B1oPwD9yrRTcyUFSItGgdAK4976AfBsSC7vcl1PfIhY_LFQhyphenhyphenqJYo-HzWO_dPzrw/s640/blogger-image--1089406274.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdRe2pd35luDq_NtLgCjV2iRNVUXkR-bEwJe9lxfReEKiRYD3PSSxJRCvzkjlzy7rCkUwm8XHY3B1oPwD9yrRTcyUFSItGgdAK4976AfBsSC7vcl1PfIhY_LFQhyphenhyphenqJYo-HzWO_dPzrw/s640/blogger-image--1089406274.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Scooter standing, looking up at the camera with pocked concrete all around his feet)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And lots and lots of bars to hold people in (and a dog, every now and then)<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-4Du7xR7tDNYNT2rFUfcXkeXehg8KXjbeYG-AOG-eNit_4bjVfnohaFnwqADR7rXUQFeZmJrNIB5JsDEuPm563EjAiKF0SoATRAHqNwzCBSW0iQT0Nph5nMMbgclWVBBbGECQ7O7TA/s640/blogger-image--275267363.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-4Du7xR7tDNYNT2rFUfcXkeXehg8KXjbeYG-AOG-eNit_4bjVfnohaFnwqADR7rXUQFeZmJrNIB5JsDEuPm563EjAiKF0SoATRAHqNwzCBSW0iQT0Nph5nMMbgclWVBBbGECQ7O7TA/s640/blogger-image--275267363.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Scooter inside a closed cell, with his snout resting on the bars, looking sad)<br /></div><br />We met a former inmate too. He said that it was a life of deprivation, BUT they were all there for a reason. (Robert Luke robbed a bank, then ended up at Alcatraz because he tried to break out of his first prison.)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObNnn4OsNTmMqrvp55IdqRLNAtUKAggc4B901r53jpCDBatO4GlmVjCrbDYYe7m28ta0lEoGcZk6j67kpbjSKiGzstllrHxnrbH9SWpMnzlpv705yrVVk4fkCG_Aca4e2K6a49l902Q/s640/blogger-image--3437655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObNnn4OsNTmMqrvp55IdqRLNAtUKAggc4B901r53jpCDBatO4GlmVjCrbDYYe7m28ta0lEoGcZk6j67kpbjSKiGzstllrHxnrbH9SWpMnzlpv705yrVVk4fkCG_Aca4e2K6a49l902Q/s640/blogger-image--3437655.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(Lighthouse like structure on Alcatraz with a bright blue sky behind)<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Rl6wH_PrUdsfgV7bhe60eQBD-HzoP47FiXryuwSNPGKd1DGbHlXiAyF4Ws2w3hob-5NRjwGvJ7vn7zmRsT_QlzLa0b38A3XuVJc0n5yK39_QH-QzAJDX_nQUfG7VymsPmrz7J8ainA/s640/blogger-image-1277545022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Rl6wH_PrUdsfgV7bhe60eQBD-HzoP47FiXryuwSNPGKd1DGbHlXiAyF4Ws2w3hob-5NRjwGvJ7vn7zmRsT_QlzLa0b38A3XuVJc0n5yK39_QH-QzAJDX_nQUfG7VymsPmrz7J8ainA/s640/blogger-image-1277545022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">(Scooter on a retaining wall, with the water and Golden Gate bridge in the background)<br /></div><br />One thing is for sure. Alcatraz was a prison with a view! It was a beautiful day and just talking about it reminds me of how tired I was when I came home!<br /><br />Gotta find my tin cup before going into home confinement for a nap.<br /><br />Woofs,<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Scooter<br /></div></div>Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-70080130675211118102012-02-03T10:22:00.001-08:002012-02-03T10:22:13.266-08:00Back!Finally! Back up and running! (I think!) Mom's blogger app got mad at her phone and refused to publish blogs. Ack! We are bloggers on the go! They may as well have cut my toes off. (and we almost did! But that's another story for another day!) <br />
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But, (hopefully) this new (ie free) app will have us back on track! <br />
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Expect to hear more from me! I looooove to talk about ME! My favorite subject! Here we go... <br />
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Just the window. Game of tug gone wrong. The bandaged foot is merely a poked and prodded infected histiocytoma. <br /><br />Wags,<br />Scooter <br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-45299682317376560062011-12-29T08:22:00.000-08:002011-12-29T08:22:00.058-08:0012 Days of Scooter Christmas - Day #3On the third day of Christmas, Scootie said to me: "Please, no more vets!"<br /><br />December included many vet trips for me. At least I found a comfy way to wait in the vet clinic.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMIxUefDYgTx1jMZhb8vku-cvw-42b2fstS6mzJHvzECWt3V9wLGpvwg-4c-vcnDhXrQkbj7eRBnhQT7B76bSxx0H3SPDURq9-8TIi3Cr8jZ3IO5CbIhsQlKLp8kLkG6-L_PDoYbMkPg/s1600/IMG_1423.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMIxUefDYgTx1jMZhb8vku-cvw-42b2fstS6mzJHvzECWt3V9wLGpvwg-4c-vcnDhXrQkbj7eRBnhQT7B76bSxx0H3SPDURq9-8TIi3Cr8jZ3IO5CbIhsQlKLp8kLkG6-L_PDoYbMkPg/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690474399487438930" border="0" /></a>(Scooter's wrinkly head between knees, with the rest of his body slumped along legs to the ground, belly exposed)<br /><br />Warm compresses are kinda nice - toasty warm and some special Mom-time 3 days a day - not bad!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1sWSegj4dHmsrZ3rbngJk8YVSKFheDFmbEbg2dgaqRoqBmQelxpDILtqHSfB_cnaNKPZY_514or6fOY1FF2VqvYnMc_vAaYByFXmP4zP9NzSlQ_oGBGI0O4soHCHTBJY3CS-KFRmMg/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1sWSegj4dHmsrZ3rbngJk8YVSKFheDFmbEbg2dgaqRoqBmQelxpDILtqHSfB_cnaNKPZY_514or6fOY1FF2VqvYnMc_vAaYByFXmP4zP9NzSlQ_oGBGI0O4soHCHTBJY3CS-KFRmMg/s400/IMG_1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690474409073095442" border="0" /></a>(Scooter's belly with a warm washcloth covering his boy parts)<br /><br />The party hat kinda stinks though! It makes my head too big to fit most places, which is no fun!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4aK2OrsO81PbKPpJ1Epnp0s4cz03_kk5c2R8prQEdzx_Gg7v2bJmi-_kBYEIhUUL1yfx83wPa4RyiJSYt4nn8zjJWwNIYc_gOBBuwseSMYdhThig8xojp34XPG-3wkzLAPTWlauM2Q/s1600/IMG_1431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4aK2OrsO81PbKPpJ1Epnp0s4cz03_kk5c2R8prQEdzx_Gg7v2bJmi-_kBYEIhUUL1yfx83wPa4RyiJSYt4nn8zjJWwNIYc_gOBBuwseSMYdhThig8xojp34XPG-3wkzLAPTWlauM2Q/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690474403816488498" border="0" /></a>(Scooter looking up at the camera with sad eyes, while wearing his big cone)<br /><br />Just thinking about all that recovery makes a boy tired! Time for rest!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TFRALVXr2W3IiMv1g85QDrynneWv5fYcLOXG2oih17DuQqkrhgiGQA1oL8QbfBYo9T4_Vl2BP-gYqlxe2zc-r1ccHXsvLidxoqAwob7ilVy4abd-PsLNIYsGKelExdxZ_HjOwnPW0w/s1600/IMG_1447.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TFRALVXr2W3IiMv1g85QDrynneWv5fYcLOXG2oih17DuQqkrhgiGQA1oL8QbfBYo9T4_Vl2BP-gYqlxe2zc-r1ccHXsvLidxoqAwob7ilVy4abd-PsLNIYsGKelExdxZ_HjOwnPW0w/s400/IMG_1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690474416764003458" border="0" /></a>(Scooter wrapped up in a red blanket, big giant paw looped over the front edge)<br /><br />Wags,<br />ScooterCassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57043940242044699.post-10653915899828764072011-12-28T21:15:00.000-08:002011-12-28T21:19:07.189-08:0012 Days of Scooter Christmas - Day #2On the second day of Christmas, Scootie said to me: "I haaaaaate shopping!" Shopping is boring! Shopping is tiring! Shopping is stupid!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzoCmy8F3NePy_kLBLQd83Sjq3fczgDLtlJF6erUU_1I0ggv2ZEp7ilUCB6CozwOuiakJlmNqwscrDRaQSCSDMqmJSLFkFNoS_oW9CTFYx05vsn-22NPDa20SOkzBN8E54V6FdmyhSg/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzoCmy8F3NePy_kLBLQd83Sjq3fczgDLtlJF6erUU_1I0ggv2ZEp7ilUCB6CozwOuiakJlmNqwscrDRaQSCSDMqmJSLFkFNoS_oW9CTFYx05vsn-22NPDa20SOkzBN8E54V6FdmyhSg/s400/IMG_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690471967604332962" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Scooter with sad eyes in the purse department)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9HAZ63IE6LfNP54FzXvnCut5JqWWmyajluvt_GLu1sVCKVQdjRhNTZ_Zbi4G2FaAAg7VVQd5-FiInDUchqCeJu_UQUL4_NmYvweOY2wsPqQOLEYU0REsfnl-1_fxnmif2VQU9iLzkg/s1600/IMG_1376.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9HAZ63IE6LfNP54FzXvnCut5JqWWmyajluvt_GLu1sVCKVQdjRhNTZ_Zbi4G2FaAAg7VVQd5-FiInDUchqCeJu_UQUL4_NmYvweOY2wsPqQOLEYU0REsfnl-1_fxnmif2VQU9iLzkg/s400/IMG_1376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690471961480152690" border="0" /></a>(Scooter in the shoe department)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji6KbSEDrUDqQu8Qavyeqhcb28YSRACht14A0pBN5G7VnG5f1wE7-aj7-PdVz4sCaIsLvciYS2DkJags4FhQqQWh09rOOgRiSwKMG4Lxsvm49U_ULlh_A_5viwWHGly45gOTGVz7iU2g/s1600/IMG_1489.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji6KbSEDrUDqQu8Qavyeqhcb28YSRACht14A0pBN5G7VnG5f1wE7-aj7-PdVz4sCaIsLvciYS2DkJags4FhQqQWh09rOOgRiSwKMG4Lxsvm49U_ULlh_A_5viwWHGly45gOTGVz7iU2g/s400/IMG_1489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690471976283242146" border="0" /></a>(Scooter zonked on the floor, with a scarf over his shoulders)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Wags,<br />Scooter<br /></div><br /></div></div>Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0