tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73683625056663121582010-05-16T12:02:04.965-07:00Hi. I am Sprite. I am a dog. I live with The Girl. I don't like plastic bags or thunder.Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-91609014790994472642009-10-26T13:57:00.000-07:002009-10-26T14:10:47.822-07:00This is Rocky... isn't he cute?  He is The Girl's cool friend Jennie's lil buddy.<div><br /></div><a href="http://twitpic.com/kdnhj" title="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/kdnhj.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic" /></a><a href="http://twitpic.com/n278z" title="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/n278z.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic" /></a><a href="http://twitpic.com/m1mks" title="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/m1mks.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic" /></a><div>I like him because he is weird and naughty like me and my bad little brother.</div><div>you can follow <a href="http://twitter.com/RockyTheDog">Rocky on twitter!!!</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jennie has a very cool blog you should check out...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.jenniekohlaustin.com/">jenniekohlaustin.com</a><br /></div><div><a href="http://twitter.com/jennieofcourse">Jennie on Twitter</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-9160901479099447264?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-33176191764595676912009-10-21T09:05:00.000-07:002009-10-21T09:06:48.607-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/St8xkggCorI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z__lu1UW3qY/s1600-h/37554397.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/St8xkggCorI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z__lu1UW3qY/s200/37554397.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085381882520242" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-3317619176459567691?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-39616427885180269592009-10-17T20:36:00.000-07:002009-10-17T20:39:02.311-07:00<a href="http://twitpic.com/lyo2f" title="#baddiesel today on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/lyo2f.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="#baddiesel today on Twitpic" /></a><div>Is a brat.  But The Girl took this picture today when we went walking with our friends and their little fluffy dog (you can see his tail in this pic).  </div><div><br /></div><div>I like this picture because my little brother is tangled up, getting rained on and miserable.  </div><div><br /></div><div>When we sleep I sometimes will snuggle him... but mostly he drives me crazy.  Everyone thinks he is sooooo cute and pets him while I stand there looking awkward.  </div><div><br /></div><div>And I think his eyeballs are too big for his head. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love, </div><div>Sprite</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-3961642788518026959?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-29103962574083544302009-10-14T13:51:00.000-07:002009-10-14T13:52:19.813-07:00<a href="http://twitpic.com/liz7w" title="New Message on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/liz7w.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="New Message on Twitpic" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-2910396257408354430?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-28910436360336131042009-10-11T17:37:00.000-07:002009-10-11T18:12:20.286-07:00<a href="http://twitpic.com/l6fgg" title="How I navigate on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/l6fgg.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="How I navigate on Twitpic" /></a><div>I wasn't mad at The Girl anymore for making it rain so I helped her navigate.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/StKBj_o0YeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HqotkOWhVfg/s1600-h/fresca.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/StKBj_o0YeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HqotkOWhVfg/s200/fresca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391514159293948386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px; " /></a><br /></div><div>She took me walking by The Smithsonian.</div><div><br /><a href="http://twitpic.com/l6cmg" title="#DC on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/l6cmg.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="#DC on Twitpic" /></a><br /></div><div>I like this fountain now because the water is turned off and its not scary anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/StKBjjUe33I/AAAAAAAAAT8/rc8j4W0onIA/s1600-h/camo.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/StKBjjUe33I/AAAAAAAAAT8/rc8j4W0onIA/s200/camo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391514151692459890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Look how camouflage I am!!  Urban Camo...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-2891043636033613104?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-29651064417069551552009-10-11T13:10:00.000-07:002009-10-11T13:12:58.514-07:00<a href="http://twitpic.com/kzemv" title="Switched sides on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/kzemv.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Switched sides on Twitpic" /></a><div>I just know the girl made it rain today.  How could she?  She knows I hate it!!<br /><br /><a href="http://twitpic.com/kzcuj" title="Again with her back to me. on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/kzcuj.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Again with her back to me. on Twitpic" /></a></div><div>OH NO! - busted looking out the window and not being mad for a second...<br /><br /><a href="http://twitpic.com/kzdge" title="New Message on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/kzdge.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="New Message on Twitpic" /></a><br />Being mad on the other side.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-2965106441706955155?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-25080136956100963862009-10-04T20:16:00.001-07:002009-10-04T20:28:40.712-07:00<div>On the steps of the National Cathedral, I was blessed today.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllQ85AJ_I/AAAAAAAAATM/2J5_FeX41L8/s1600-h/5-1.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllQ85AJ_I/AAAAAAAAATM/2J5_FeX41L8/s200/5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949771023034354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div>This lady in white robes took an olive branch, dipped it in something called "holy water" and shook it on my while she said quiet prayer words.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllQg9vbCI/AAAAAAAAATE/Udw3Mji6iNs/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllQg9vbCI/AAAAAAAAATE/Udw3Mji6iNs/s200/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949763526716450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div>It made me freak out and bolt and panic and run to the end of my leash... then The Girl felt badly.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllP4HcLHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/bdZjD05YIgE/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllP4HcLHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/bdZjD05YIgE/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949752561544306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div>We saw my old pal Puck the Corgi</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllgMVngrI/AAAAAAAAATc/Fw7OKst40No/s1600-h/6-1.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllgMVngrI/AAAAAAAAATc/Fw7OKst40No/s200/6-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388950032867623602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And this guy...</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllQOcmcuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DdxBhQ8lh7I/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllQOcmcuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DdxBhQ8lh7I/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949758555878114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div>There were big tall dogs</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Ssllg3K1BoI/AAAAAAAAATs/5ieZoyOQY6Y/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Ssllg3K1BoI/AAAAAAAAATs/5ieZoyOQY6Y/s200/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388950044365096578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Baby dogs</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllgsymEdI/AAAAAAAAATk/U7Y4Ue86EaA/s1600-h/7-1.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllgsymEdI/AAAAAAAAATk/U7Y4Ue86EaA/s200/7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388950041579098578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>And a grumpy cat on a leash</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllRZfJtOI/AAAAAAAAATU/2hJ09pJYQSg/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllRZfJtOI/AAAAAAAAATU/2hJ09pJYQSg/s200/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949778699236578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div>I was so mad at The Girl, I rode with my back to her the whole way home.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllhWUP7gI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lIjDFzFVL1g/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SsllhWUP7gI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lIjDFzFVL1g/s200/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388950052726107650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-2508013695610096386?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-59858856036424684502009-09-20T11:14:00.000-07:002009-09-20T11:25:26.191-07:00This is Fat Dog.  She is The Girl's friend Shelbi's dog.  We have never met but I think she is adorable and wish we could trade my dumb lil brother for her.<div><br /><a href="http://twitpic.com/igozf" title="FaT DoG again *HOLD PLEASE* the loon has a cupcake dingo treat! on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/igozf.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="FaT DoG again *HOLD PLEASE* the loon has a cupcake dingo treat! on Twitpic" /></a><a href="http://twitpic.com/igo4l" title="Yo, FaT DoG tweeting - someone save me from this loon! on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/igo4l.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Yo, FaT DoG tweeting - someone save me from this loon! on Twitpic" /></a><br /><a href="http://twitpic.com/he1wj" title="bet you can't tell me what fat dog is thinking... on Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/he1wj.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="bet you can't tell me what fat dog is thinking... on Twitpic" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Shelbi's website is really cool and she is crazy talented. <a href="http://www.photographyaffairs.com/main1.html">www.photographyaffairs.com</a></div><div>She and The Girl share a love of cupcakes.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-5985885603642468450?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-27454266629631520612009-09-19T19:19:00.000-07:002009-09-19T19:22:50.611-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SrWRpgQePOI/AAAAAAAAASs/XSs_VGgdhso/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SrWRpgQePOI/AAAAAAAAASs/XSs_VGgdhso/s200/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383369071810985186" /></a><br /><div>Ever since our boy Stewart died, the cat wont stop staring at me.  Stewart use to snuggle with her.. I think she is hoping I will too... but I WONT!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-2745426662963152061?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-63667402523150632532009-09-03T15:46:00.001-07:002009-09-03T15:48:22.754-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SqBHkSsgP8I/AAAAAAAAASk/lVzXUsoTM_c/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SqBHkSsgP8I/AAAAAAAAASk/lVzXUsoTM_c/s200/DSC01736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377376643899736002" /></a><br />We are mourning the loss of our very good boy Stewart.  The Girl is too sad to blog.  He was the best boy in the whole world.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-6366740252315063253?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-889706122602148062009-08-13T09:22:00.000-07:002009-08-13T09:24:30.280-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SoQ-Bmu1_tI/AAAAAAAAASc/-UvYKpo7CwM/s1600-h/Photo_081309_003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SoQ-Bmu1_tI/AAAAAAAAASc/-UvYKpo7CwM/s200/Photo_081309_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369484853030289106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SoQ93OlhV5I/AAAAAAAAASU/vTY3mm5CaEE/s1600-h/Photo_081309_002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SoQ93OlhV5I/AAAAAAAAASU/vTY3mm5CaEE/s200/Photo_081309_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369484674750044050" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-88970612260214806?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-56022758667081085162009-08-07T15:46:00.003-07:002009-08-07T15:48:03.968-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Snyu4I_pq9I/AAAAAAAAASM/J-7tawLqDiA/s1600-h/horse-cat_1458212i.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Snyu4I_pq9I/AAAAAAAAASM/J-7tawLqDiA/s200/horse-cat_1458212i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367357135429151698" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Snyu4I_pq9I/AAAAAAAAASM/J-7tawLqDiA/s1600-h/horse-cat_1458212i.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.3em; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); ">Koda, an American miniature horse that was born with dwarfism, walks with Yarrambat Veterinary Hospital's cat...</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.3em; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "></p><ul class="storylist"></ul></span><div>I am bigger than this horse but not as wide.</div><div><br /></div>The Girl is finally allowed to go back to work (slowly) after her scary accident. I am happy she is happy, but I hate not being with her 24 hours a day. </div><div><br /></div><div>She says thank you for all the love!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-5602275866708108516?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-82598471247331070702009-08-05T05:21:00.000-07:002009-08-05T05:23:29.794-07:00<a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/2009/08/03/cute-puppy-pictures-pleesd-meechu/"><img src="http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2009/07/cute-puppy-pictures-pleesd-meechu.jpg" alt="cute pictures of puppies with captions" title="cute-puppy-pictures-pleesd-meechu" width="500" height="375" class="mine_4801275" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/">dog and puppy pictures</a><div>The Girl has a scary day ahead of her, so she has been looking at funny and happy pics on this silly website to cheer her up.  This one is really cute.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-8259847124733107070?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-57118681766823336422009-08-04T08:08:00.000-07:002009-08-04T08:18:59.458-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnhQiU8anzI/AAAAAAAAARs/0E7mv1JU9Io/s1600-h/Photo_080409_003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnhQiU8anzI/AAAAAAAAARs/0E7mv1JU9Io/s200/Photo_080409_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366127506679832370" /></a><div>The Girl finally got back from the beach and picked us up.  I think she felt guilty so we went to the dogpark.  But it was hot.  So I dug a hole.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnhQih21NpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xYTSvDbcxcQ/s1600-h/Photo_080409_012.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnhQih21NpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xYTSvDbcxcQ/s200/Photo_080409_012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366127510146070162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a></div><div>I like to lounge in holes at the park in the summer.  I rub my skinny belly all over them.<br /><div><br /></div><div>My brother Stewart likes to snuggle with his water at the park.  Or he is old and lazy - one of those.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnhQi4RdHhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fTtkHqgsN64/s1600-h/Photo_080409_010.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnhQi4RdHhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fTtkHqgsN64/s200/Photo_080409_010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366127516163317266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /></div><div>the girl brought her own water bowl.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnhQjJE01BI/AAAAAAAAASE/1aAO3Q9QtjQ/s1600-h/Photo_080409_008.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnhQjJE01BI/AAAAAAAAASE/1aAO3Q9QtjQ/s200/Photo_080409_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366127520673747986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-5711868176682333642?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-43598747809761695042009-08-02T21:07:00.001-07:002009-08-02T21:10:29.213-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnZi7IlaD1I/AAAAAAAAARc/iizgMIs7hlQ/s1600-h/jack2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnZi7IlaD1I/AAAAAAAAARc/iizgMIs7hlQ/s200/jack2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365584774114709330" /></a><br />The Girl left me to go to the beach. This is Jack, our dog cousin. She is<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnZi7EzxuJI/AAAAAAAAARk/xvOnf_7Fxzo/s1600-h/jack1.jpg"> <img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SnZi7EzxuJI/AAAAAAAAARk/xvOnf_7Fxzo/s200/jack1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365584773101238418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /> </a>with him... <div><br /></div><div>I am gonna smell him on her cloths when she gets home tomorrow and get very upset and nervous.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-4359874780976169504?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-91906499481023812692009-07-22T12:13:00.000-07:002009-07-22T12:15:24.037-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SmdlHj9ZH9I/AAAAAAAAARU/v5QGPOgzmzE/s1600-h/Photo_072209_002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SmdlHj9ZH9I/AAAAAAAAARU/v5QGPOgzmzE/s200/Photo_072209_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361365061994094546" /></a><br />This is our new neighbor.  He is 1 year old.  His teeth are very white and he drooled on The Girl.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-9190649948102381269?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-25882375653657005322009-07-15T21:09:00.002-07:002009-07-15T21:32:39.914-07:00<div>My little brother smelled REALLY bad today, so The Girl gave him a bucket-bath.  I am too big for the bucket (PHEW).  He growled and sneezed A LOT.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p9b93DYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4mckn8cdkPY/s1600-h/Photo_071509_001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p9b93DYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4mckn8cdkPY/s200/Photo_071509_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358907479561801090" /></a><div><br />She did it again.  She made me run till my tongue hung out.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p-HVA1gI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Wkk9l-9S-54/s1600-h/Photo_071509_012.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p-HVA1gI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Wkk9l-9S-54/s200/Photo_071509_012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358907491201635842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>we ran to that island in Virginia again</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p9rNq7cI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-DS8qohC_ts/s1600-h/Photo_071509_009.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p9rNq7cI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-DS8qohC_ts/s200/Photo_071509_009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358907483654647234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>here I am on the island.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rrwbridI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VnOqyBe3_FU/s1600-h/Photo_071509_015.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rrwbridI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VnOqyBe3_FU/s200/Photo_071509_015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358909374841194962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> The Girl showed me the secret places... like this green fountain.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p9127t0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yXmRqid_u_c/s1600-h/Photo_071509_011.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p9127t0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yXmRqid_u_c/s200/Photo_071509_011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358907486512068418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Girl always brings water and my folding bowl.  The bowl scares me, but she is ever hopeful.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rsWaspfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ynqBixbW_Io/s1600-h/Photo_071509_013.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rsWaspfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ynqBixbW_Io/s200/Photo_071509_013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358909385037620722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>then I saw this guy and freaked out and we had to leave.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rrtLZEyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/A_Hz7DUD6Ak/s1600-h/Photo_071509_014.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rrtLZEyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/A_Hz7DUD6Ak/s200/Photo_071509_014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358909373967569698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then we ran all the way to this place... where all the tourists wanted to touch me.  No thanks.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rsM8yAtI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Z1m22HDgyQc/s1600-h/Photo_071509_016.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rsM8yAtI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Z1m22HDgyQc/s200/Photo_071509_016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358909382496223954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rsoKOEGI/AAAAAAAAARA/y8LwoeoCOkg/s1600-h/Photo_071509_018.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6rsoKOEGI/AAAAAAAAARA/y8LwoeoCOkg/s200/Photo_071509_018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358909389800345698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I had to stand on this wall to get away from the dumb tourists.  Sometimes I like to stand on walls.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6s2yHi4nI/AAAAAAAAARI/QuL4hvt58Zk/s1600-h/Photo_071509_017.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6s2yHi4nI/AAAAAAAAARI/QuL4hvt58Zk/s200/Photo_071509_017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358910663783801458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and then she made me go up these scary things for the 3rd day in a row... but this time I didn't even freak out!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p9qSGvMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wHeyAtJ-zlU/s1600-h/Photo_071509_019.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sl6p9qSGvMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wHeyAtJ-zlU/s200/Photo_071509_019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358907483404811458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-2588237565365700532?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-22140170524697975952009-07-13T20:32:00.000-07:002009-07-13T20:48:16.213-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv_NfISaYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JPPiMI0gwi0/s1600-h/Photo_071309_004.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv_NfISaYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JPPiMI0gwi0/s200/Photo_071309_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156788846979458" /></a><br />The Girl had a very bad doctors appointment and came home almost in tears, so I thought we should go running.  Turns out when she is upset or mad she runs and runs and runs till my tongue hangs out the side of my mouth.  <div><br /></div><div>This bridge thingy made me REALLY nervous so I tried to run close to the ground and lean on The Girl and I made her trip.  She said a very bad word.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv9HVz0AII/AAAAAAAAAOo/fA1hkq0Vfck/s1600-h/Photo_071309_003.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv9HVz0AII/AAAAAAAAAOo/fA1hkq0Vfck/s200/Photo_071309_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358154484242710658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>We had to stop running when the girl spotted this:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv9ICJHAjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wUBpIksbi2w/s1600-h/Photo_071309_008.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv9ICJHAjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wUBpIksbi2w/s200/Photo_071309_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358154496143196722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a></div><div>Its name is Pickles and has BLUE eyeballs and just got rescued from an abandoned house and we told his Girl about our blog, so I hope she stops by.  </div><div><br /></div><div>He got a little too close for comfort... but I still liked him.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv9H2hNw7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/kdq1zDEuql4/s1600-h/Photo_071309_006.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv9H2hNw7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/kdq1zDEuql4/s200/Photo_071309_006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358154493023077298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a></div><div>HEY watch it short stuff!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv9_dimUsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/q44eVN104co/s1600-h/Photo_071309_007.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Slv9_dimUsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/q44eVN104co/s200/Photo_071309_007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358155448390668994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a><br /></div><div>We are both Catahoula Mixed up dogs with polka dots so maybe we are cousins.  I hope we see Pickles again when we go running.  He is a friendly lil guy. </div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-2214017052469797595?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-28133454132930548832009-07-09T08:47:00.000-07:002009-07-09T09:08:01.166-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SlYS9Cen2sI/AAAAAAAAAOY/39sXdanszJw/s1600-h/116988409_1675c04849.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SlYS9Cen2sI/AAAAAAAAAOY/39sXdanszJw/s200/116988409_1675c04849.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356489646650415810" /></a><div>My <a href="http://princessthepit.blogspot.com/">Princess</a> tagged me to play a game!</div><div>Rules:</div><div>1) open the folder that has your pet pics in it</div><div>2) choose one you haven't posted before</div><div>3) tell it's story</div><div>4) tag 5 friends!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 64); font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div>this is Clementine.  She is a bulldog that the girl took care of for YEARS.  We use to be dogwalkers ya know.  Clementine was just fat.  So we called her "FatFat".</div><div><br /></div><div>the noises that came out of her scared me a lot so I would run and hide all the time when she came over.  She was really nice but I don't like weird noises...  Her Girl had a human baby and stays home with her now.  I miss that FatFat.</div><div><br /></div><div>TAGGED:</div><div><a href="http://baltimorebulldogs.blogspot.com/">Baltimore Bulldogs</a> (just seems appropriate)</div><div><a href="http://thebrowndogblog.blogspot.com/">Brown Dog</a> (they love the bullies too)</div><div><a href="http://thedevildog.blogspot.com/">Devil Dog</a> (been REALLY supportive of The Girl while she heals)</div><div><a href="http://whosaysdogsdontblog.blogspot.com/">Mason Dixie</a> (just pure puppyluv)</div><div><a href="http://tibbytales.blogspot.com/">Tibby</a> (cuz I loves the Tibby)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-2813345413293054883?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-13581930248118978242009-07-07T06:33:00.000-07:002009-07-07T06:42:59.108-07:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-296b47e600fad6ae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D296b47e600fad6ae%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1276185406%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D625612AAD505AA95B8157A16F3E90A07E2851FEF.4539BF99DBE7E513AC7445F42DBB9549D258CA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D296b47e600fad6ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D3fjGP0Bw7ptImQCrWWsZkiw2iUY&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div>see how prancy I am?  The nervous look back is for The Girl who was going to slowly.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-1358193024811897824?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-54685524893097244702009-07-03T08:39:00.001-07:002009-07-03T08:44:21.109-07:00<div>That is The Boy's arm you see.  He was trying to get the jello-monster to look at The Girl so she could take its picture.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sk4mmfoQGjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Qanyd-ALd9Q/s1600-h/Photo_070209_028.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sk4mmfoQGjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Qanyd-ALd9Q/s200/Photo_070209_028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354259449757309490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sk4mmHHxITI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DLFQTxz4aU4/s1600-h/Photo_070209_027.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sk4mmHHxITI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DLFQTxz4aU4/s200/Photo_070209_027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354259443178610994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sk4mlzuaddI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JiS-oE2c6vY/s1600-h/Photo_070209_025.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sk4mlzuaddI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JiS-oE2c6vY/s200/Photo_070209_025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354259437971994066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sk4mll2kHgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WuV6RBjXPyA/s1600-h/Photo_070209_024.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/Sk4mll2kHgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WuV6RBjXPyA/s200/Photo_070209_024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354259434248084994" /></a><br />this kitteh lives in the window of a store on our street.  <div><br /></div><div><a href="http://ludwigvanpup.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-busy.html">Ludwig Van Pup</a> blogged about his silly 1 tooth kitty today so I thought I would show you my neighbor. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-5468552489309724470?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-52933059426630170922009-06-30T04:29:00.000-07:002009-07-08T22:39:01.810-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkmCIuURtLI/AAAAAAAAANo/wKuYID5NvCo/s1600-h/Photo_062909_016.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkmCIuURtLI/AAAAAAAAANo/wKuYID5NvCo/s200/Photo_062909_016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352952718490186930" /></a><div>Can you see 'em?  And look at all my colors. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkmCIpoQX5I/AAAAAAAAANg/44dCFyVq3zk/s1600-h/Photo_062909_011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkmCIpoQX5I/AAAAAAAAANg/44dCFyVq3zk/s200/Photo_062909_011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352952717231808402" /></a></div><div>I also have tear drop shaped spots right under my eyes that make me look like a sad-clown.  It means I can look really pathetic and get lots of treats. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkmCIaphQbI/AAAAAAAAANY/w5Fcudns-B4/s1600-h/Photo_062909_010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkmCIaphQbI/AAAAAAAAANY/w5Fcudns-B4/s200/Photo_062909_010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352952713210577330" /></a></div><div>the girl gave me my favorite Chewy tonight and I was VERY happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>She wasn't feeling good so we snuggled and watched TV and slept. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-5293305942663017092?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-59062219646649215302009-06-29T09:20:00.000-07:002009-06-29T09:39:57.528-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkjtgEdcZzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-rmY-ysvftc/s1600-h/Jazzy+deck22.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkjtgEdcZzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-rmY-ysvftc/s200/Jazzy+deck22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352789292338669362" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This is Jazzy... who needs a home ...</span><br />The only way to make a difference in this world with whatever it is you are enthusiastic about, is to live with complete passion for it.  <div><br /></div><div>The Girl and I are passionate about Animal Rescue as many of you are too.  So this means that sometimes you have to stand up for what is right and not stay silent.  Staying silent while other people do wrong is the same thing as doing wrong yourself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Society has gotten all too passive about certain things.  To avoid any sort of confrontation, we stay silent while our neighbors breed their dogs and cats irresponsibly.  We don't say anything to a friend whose dog needs fresh water and more shade.  We turn a blind eye when someone buys a pet from an unethical person or place.</div><div><br /></div><div>I say its time to stop being silent.  Get your hands dirty.  Tell people how you really feel about it.  What could be wrong with stating an opinion?  If someone you knew was a racist or an abusive parent, you might cut ties with them at the very least.  So why do we remain friendly with people who don't treat animals well?</div><div><br /></div><div>The time has come, with the explosion of social media, for the people who are defenders of animals to step up and do the right thing.  Call animal control today about the neighbor down the street who is hoarding cats, walk the picket line in front of a pet store and don't sit by passively while a friend breeds their dog time and again for a few bucks or to see how cute the puppies would be.</div><div><br /></div><div>We all need to live passionately and do the right thing for animals in this world.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkjtgnXwbdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aT-up6iZALw/s1600-h/Kokomo+upside+down.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkjtgnXwbdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aT-up6iZALw/s200/Kokomo+upside+down.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352789301710056914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Kokomo waits for a forever home at the <a href="http://www.petfinder.com/shelters/MD185.html">Doodle Dawgs Rescue in Maryland</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkjtgdzZ_PI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ti-_VKyBFM4/s1600-h/Bart+deck.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2I7KG8555M/SkjtgdzZ_PI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ti-_VKyBFM4/s200/Bart+deck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352789299141672178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Baby Bart and his 2 sweet siblings need homes too</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-5906221964664921530?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-12708349305595917792009-06-27T07:45:00.000-07:002009-06-27T07:47:08.727-07:00This is not graphic - I think they did a really great job on this!  <br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qt11oFgHCMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qt11oFgHCMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-1270834930559591779?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368362505666312158.post-2589543484196886802009-06-26T08:03:00.001-07:002009-06-26T08:05:19.507-07:00I would personally like to thank mr. obama for the following:<br /><br /><embed width="320" height="280" flashvars="&amp;image=http://www.acc-tv.com/images/wjla/news/vidcap_5puppymilldogs062509.jpg&amp;file=http://www.wjla.com/news/stories/0609/635032.xml" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="LT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://cfc.wjla.com/mediaplayer.swf" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><div><br /></div><div>The Girl didn't vote for him, and is slowly being proven right that he wasn't the right choice for our country.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368362505666312158-258954348419688680?l=www.yappihour.com' alt='' /></div>Sprite, the odd dog.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031113674005132883noreply@blogger.com1