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| New avatar! |
| 11.30.03 (4:28 pm) [edit] |
Here ya go mom! A new poodle avatar!
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| The 254th Use for Duct Tape |
| 11.29.03 (8:39 pm) [edit] |
The 254th Use for Duct Tape - or, in the alternative, I am grateful that she is trying.
At dinner, I noticed sissy slapping her upper arm. I knew, and was grateful, that she was really trying to quit smoking. It seems that the patch adhesive might be causing her additional angst.
I thought of my theory... that there are two things one needs to make it through life. If it moves and it should not, duct tape. If it does not move, and it should, WD 40.
I got out my trusty roll of duct tape and battened down the patches. (So to speak).
Maybe she will, maybe she won't. Not my decision. I am grateful she is trying. When I achieve perfection, I can start telling her what to do or not, as the case may be. Until that day, I am appreciative of the 254th use for Duct tape.
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| BabyGirl Made IT ALL Better |
| 11.29.03 (6:44 am) [edit] |
I asked her for help and boy did she deliver. I wanted my blog here to look as much like POODLE! as it could. I prefer the color scheme on MBlog, and I liked the poodle and the ball.
She did it! So I thank her mightily and as soon as I figure out how to do it, she will get a big thankyou surprise.
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| BabyGirl Made IT ALL Better |
| 11.29.03 (6:41 am) [edit] |
I asked her for help and boy did she deliver. I wanted my blog here to look as much like POODLE! as it could. I prefer the color scheme on MBlog, and I liked the poodle and the ball.
She did it! So I thank her mightily and as soon as I figure out how to do it, she will get a big thankyou surprise.
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| OUR Day AFTER Thanksgiving Day Feast |
| 11.28.03 (9:07 pm) [edit] |
You all are the greatest. Dinner went very well. MY only issue is that this is a VERy small house. I put the dining room in the living room, and there was no room to sit.
So- we regrouped in the "dining room". We had turkey, dressing, mashed yukon gold and gravy, cranberry sauce, rolls, rutabaga, butternut souffle', Greek Salad, green bean cassarole (Carol's contribution), sweet potato cassarole ( Carol again), and more.
It was wonderful. I asked Carol to carve. She also said the blessing.... in Hebrew. I felt my darling around me, his hands on my shoulders, his presence palpable.
It was lovely. I did a good job of getting it all to table with the least amount of fuss.
The kids were remarkable. We had a gREAT time.
Dessert was some incredible pie from a restaurant and some ice cream that contains 15 ingredients.
Then I made stock. Sister helped a LOT in the clean up. I am tired, content, and thinking that I want a big fancy dinner party once a month again. My dear friend HR, who only recently commented here, and is also friend of my beloved, pointed out how much a part of my life cooking has been. HR is correct. I miss that portion of my life. Need to be reminded.
Thanks to all of you who commented, who took the time. I genuinely appreciate your interest.
You all are the greatest. Dinner went very well. MY only issue is that this is a VERy small house. I put the dining room in the living room, and there was no room to sit.
So- we regrouped in the "dining room". We had turkey, dressing, mashed yukon gold and gravy, cranberry sauce, rolls, rutabaga, butternut souffle', Greek Salad, green bean cassarole (Carol's contribution), sweet potato cassarole ( Carol again), and more.
It was wonderful. I asked Carol to carve. She also said the blessing.... in Hebrew. I felt my darling around me, his hands on my shoulders, his presence palpable.
It was lovely. I did a good job of getting it all to table with the least amount of fuss.
The kids were remarkable. We had a gREAT time.
Dessert was some incredible pie from a restaurant and some ice cream that contains 15 ingredients.
Then I made stock. Sister helped a LOT in the clean up. I am tired, content, and thinking that I want a big fancy dinner party once a month again. My dear friend HR, who only recently commented here, and is also friend of my beloved, pointed out how much a part of my life cooking has been. HR is correct. I miss that portion of my life. Need to be reminded.
Thanks to all of you who commented, who took the time. I genuinely appreciate your interest.
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| No PUPPIES FOR GIFTS PLEASE! AKA Twas the Night Before Christmas |
| 11.27.03 (8:04 am) [edit] |
The Night Before Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With no thought of the dog filling their head.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus - with eyes full of tears.
He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last years Christmas present, now painfully thin and sick..
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name.
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all"
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year,
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear,
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think of the kids a gift,
There was one important thing that we missed.
A dog should be family, and cared for the same.
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't given a gift! You were given a life!"
Author Unknown
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| The Next Time I complain about the Boss: |
| 11.26.03 (2:16 pm) [edit] |
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Would someone remind me that he frequently pays me for time off just because? That never have I asked for time off that he didn't say yes? Furthermore, like this time, I am taking Friday off. Well, it is a pay period ending. So - I didn't want to ask- but I really didn't want to have to come in on Friday, and I needed the money... As if he needed to be asked! Here he comes, check in hand. How cool is that!
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| testing |
| 11.25.03 (7:24 pm) [edit] |
testing
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| POODLE INTROSPECTIVE - A DAY IN THE LIFE OF: |
| 11.25.03 (7:11 pm) [edit] |
Today is the Tuesday prior to Thanksgiving.
The pudlin have no idea that this day is different from any other.Except that they endured a bit longer stay in the house without the grocery shopping mom.
For those who would worry, the puds have a nanny who comes to let them out during the day. They rarely experience 5 hours without human interaction. I have a dog door but do not use it anymore- after Treson'
Treson' was the winningest poodle of all time. The top non-sporting dog of all time. Stunning, stately, The Bomb in Poodledom. His mom moved, he was used to the pool in the old back yard. Only a few moments unsupervised caused a tragedy in my world, the dog world at large.
"Treson'" AKA Champion Lake Cove That's My Boy - his photograph is on my refrigerator. His heritage is carried in MY Boy. Treson died that day.
On other fronts.... I am tired from dealing all day with the day to day stuff. Seems that many things that we normally would have spread out over weeks are mounting up.
I am freaking that instead of training, I am shopping, thinking, planning - and that in the end, who will acknowledge the sacrifice? My daughter who doesn't eat but 4 things?
And meanwhile, life (or something resembling it, ) goes on. If I were to be doing EXACTLY what I would WANT to be doing? I would be planning tomorrow's training. Working on that down/sit stay.
Instead, I fret. Have I erred entering Lacy too soon?
It will all be clear on 12/12.
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| I still Believe In LOVE. |
| 11.24.03 (8:32 pm) [edit] |
No one could be more amazed than I, to discover that I am delighted, and deeply moved when someone, anyone finds love.
I had it for a long time. When it was taken from me so suddenly I hurt. Deeply. You who know me know just how deeply.
Yet, for all of that, I am so eternally grateful for what I had, the love that I shared with my darling... that when others find it- I am so delighted that I dance with glee while shedding tears of joy and memory.
Bittersweet is the term that comes to mind. To have known the depth and breadth of that kind of love, is to have fulfilled life's own purpose. I have done that. I am completed. If I never feel that way again, I am richer for having felt it once. If I am blessed with feeling one tenth of it again, I am again blessed.
I hold out for no miracle beyond that which I have already experienced. To have been loved the way that I was, to love the way that I did, that is the miracle.
I am. Because he loved me.
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| To The Tune of I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILROAD |
| 11.24.03 (7:32 pm) [edit] |
Sing with me "I've been working on the recall, all the livelong day!"
I have. It is going well. .. most of the time. YUP I TRAIN POODLES. Or dogs of a number of breeds, or horses. To be able to do so requires thought and kindness and deliberateness. To convince an animal to bend its will to your desires is a talent. I am proud of my accomplishments in the dog world. I am very good at what I do. It is not all that I do, just one facet of a well rounded (hehehe) human being. I do a bunch of things.
AND now for something completely different: I came here, by invitation, from Mblog.
In the beginning, it was difficult. I expressed that I missed my mblog family. The functionality and features that I had grown accustomed to were absent here.
I grant you, tblog has it's own share of cool toys. I am beginning to settle into learning the new stuff, and I am enjoying it.
But - that said, I must say, I am surprised and dissappointed in the response from a couple of the younger crowd. I did not ask them for approval. So far, I have had two young women (I assume - they say they are) make some really rude remarks. Let the record show that I neither visited their blogs, nor initiated any of the rude remarks.
AND- for the record, I am fully aware that I am fat. I remain convinced that no one is more aware of that than me.
You know what? It does not detract from who I am. I wish to go on the record here and now, and say that I have value whether I am 105 lbs or 266lbs. And I say shame on anyone who would be so shallow as to point out that I am fat. I respond with a big fat Duh!
There are a lot of people who are fat/thin not physically attractive/bald/short/tal l/cleft palate/covered with hair/ wear glasses/hearing aids/ wheelchair/little people/albino/ and DIFFFERENT from you who have more value in their little fingers than you have in your entire being.
The truth is: I am who I am. I have value. I don't need you to acknowledge that fact. It is what it is. I am a fat trainer of poodles and to quote you - a poo poo head.
Damn straight.
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| Poodle School 101 |
| 11.24.03 (6:46 pm) [edit] |
Lacy update: We will only be showing Thursday and Friday, December 11, and 12th. Which is ok by me.
Tonight we worked on that pesky 3 minute down stay and 3 minute sit stay. I did some off lead stuff, and lots of recalls. I actually corrected her once, something I have rarely done. It is my method to emphasize the positive, and not pay a lot of attention when she screws up.
She did pretty well on the off lead heeling pattern. Pretty well on the figure 8 and the stays. Only on the sit did she break, and that was to lay down.
We worked on "spin" and the hand signal for return. Tonight she liked the hand signal the best. I think that may be what I will use in the ring. She is real excited about it, snaps to heel position - or a close proximity. Then again, maybe I will toss in the military return (around my back from the right to return to heel) so that it keeps her on her toes.
That seems to be the challenge. Keeping her interested. She does a great job when motivated, by food or the promise of a trip in the car. Maybe if I promise her a big shopping trip to Pet Mart if she qualifies......
I am totally unprepared for what she will do in the ring. It could go either way. And we are coming down to the wire. Less than 2 weeks remain. We shall see. Wish us luck and may I find the magic formula to make her want to do what pleases me.
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| Poodle Slideshow Failure |
| 11.24.03 (4:51 pm) [edit] |
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I will figure this out.... may take a few years. Bear with me.
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| POODLE! Is amazed AND VERY IMPRESSED |
| 11.23.03 (7:13 pm) [edit] |
:D WOW - TALK ABOUT AMAZING! I had expressed the sentiment that I would like to be able to tell when posts were from my M-blog pals.
AN hour or so ago.....
Imagine my amazement when, I see in the list of newest blogs, a symbol in front of a post I made, a post made by Filbert, and one by Debs. Apparently someone here is listening to us!
I am VERY impressed. :D :D :D
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| POODLE - Dear Poodles - an open letter |
| 11.23.03 (6:55 pm) [edit] |
Dear Poodles,
I am your guardian, your adoptive mother and I love you. That said, I have a couple of additional requests.
1. We all get upset tummies from time to time. In the future, if you are outside and you think you are going to barf, could you please be a big poodle and barf where you stand? You really do not need to try to get the barf on my Birkenstocks which I am wearing. Really. I will still feel badly for you even if I don't gag from you puking on my sandaled feet.
2. My underwear is not for you to drag out of the laundry to show to guests. I put it there. I can show guests my underwear when and IF I choose to. I realize that you are trying to be helpful, that I have not had a date in over a year. While your theory is good, in practice it won't work. Furthermore, those with whom you have shared my panties are inappropriate. George the pool guy comes to mind. Much as he enjoyed telling me where on the deck he had placed my panties, I would hazard a guess that his WIFE would not be so grateful. Poodles, stay OUT of the laundry and my love life (or lack thereof).
3. Last but not least, could you please not eat things that I do not put in your bowl. I know you are very very intelligent. You serve to cloud that issue when you eat things that are not meant for canine consumption. The aforementioned unmentionables come to mind. I do not enjoy having to "help" you on the tail end, if you know what I mean. Yes, I have a pair of rubber gloves. I would prefer to use them for housework, if you don't mind. Nuff said.
Now, I try my level best to provide you with every comfort and entertainment. In return you give me a sense of security, and provide me with a bunch of laughs. It seems a good situation for all of us. Please try to comply with my requests.
Thank you in advance,.
Love,
Mom
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| POODLE Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes |
| 11.23.03 (6:24 pm) [edit] |
I am having some difficulty making the transition from my other blog to T-blog. I love M-blog, with it's wonderful sense of community. We even have the village idiot over there. He calls himself Budget/Money depending upon his whim.
We have those who are sure that G-d speaks to them directly. I remain convinced that they hear voices.... nuff said.
Like any family, there have been skirmishes, harsh words, apologies, and learning to deal with each others idiosyncracies. Some more idio than others, but I digress.
That said, I still miss the look and feel of my blog over there. For the record, that would be www.m-blog/poodle.com
It is taking some time, and effort to figure out this community and the technical stuff necessary to navigate these strange waters.
So, I look forward to getting to know another whole community. I hope that I have something to offer this one.
Warmest regards,
SusanofPudlin
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| I MISS MY MBLOG FAMILY |
| 11.23.03 (10:47 am) [edit] |
I don't think I can be happy here. I can't see who has posted new stuff without wading through a ton and a half of WAZZUP! I am BOred, and my sister is a bitch posts.
I want to rewind the tape and go back to those days of Mblog when even when I got aggravated with a few, for the most part we were all in it together.
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| Things I do NOT like about T-blog |
| 11.22.03 (7:25 pm) [edit] |
I do not like that the list of recent blogs does not contain the author.
I do not like this. AT ALL.
I MISS M-Blog. I miss our family at M-Blog. ALOT :cry:
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| Dear POODLES, |
| 11.22.03 (9:58 am) [edit] |
Dear Poodles:
When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two poodles in the way.The dishes with the paw print that are located on the floor are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by Nascar and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall faster than you can run.I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs sleeping, they can actually curl up in a ball. Poodles can do this too! It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. It is also totally unnecessary to turn so that your poodle bottom is on the pillow next to my head. Those "fluffies" you make… nuff said.
I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but poodley sarcasm.
My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years, poodle attendance is not mandatory. The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other poodles butt. I cannot stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.
Thank you in advance,
Your mom
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| I LOVE Learning NEW STUFF!!! |
| 11.22.03 (7:37 am) [edit] |
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| POODLE! |
| 11.22.03 (6:53 am) [edit] |
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Will that POODLE EVER Catch THAT BALL!!!!
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| M-Blog/POODLE at over 9500 hits! |
| 11.21.03 (5:40 pm) [edit] |
I am proud to report that my other blog has over 9500 hits. I began that blog (POODLE) on May 26, 2003.
I intend to do a "best of show POODLE" here on T-blog and bring you all up to speed on the wild and zany world of PUDLIN. For your viewing pleasure, the link is right over there
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So come on in, have a cup of tea. Pet a poodle. Stay a while.
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| The Dirty Word Translater |
| 11.21.03 (2:12 pm) [edit] |
So I unwittingly have unleashed a monster. It seems that T-blog has a translater that takes "dirty words" in the Tblurt section and translates them into innocuous words. So now all the M-bloggers who recently moved in are testing our dirty word vocabulary to see what produces the best.
Try it. Simply type the word sex in the tblurt box. Then let her rip. You have me to thank.
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| Getting Ready for the WEEKEND! |
| 11.21.03 (1:58 pm) [edit] |
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Here we are, within 2 hours of a whole WEEKEND of POODLE training - wait! I have to xl a lunch and go buy a new back door. Shucks.
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| The Case from HELLLLLLLLL!!! |
| 11.21.03 (1:45 pm) [edit] |
[b]:twisted: Remember I warned you delightful readers about the case from HELLL with the little old lady who has two daughters who are both control freaks????
If you never hear from me again, it will be because I am in prison for murdering one of the two daughters. It has been nice knowing you. G-d, and I look so crappy in stripes. [/b]
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| I will KEEP my M-blog at www.m-blog/poodle |
| 11.20.03 (9:12 pm) [edit] |
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Please, my friends.... keep in touch. I will keep my poodle blog going. But will try to post here to keep you updated on our progress.
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| TEsting TESTY Bloggers |
| 11.20.03 (9:06 pm) [edit] |
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Hey, Did anyone consider Budget/Money when they were promoting leaving M-blog and coming here?
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| POODLE!!!! |
| 11.20.03 (12:29 pm) [edit] |
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I miss you people. So I am reserving space here. So now what?
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