tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464215453372410942024-02-02T14:35:24.424-07:00Bulldogs, Blatherings and Other NonsenseA little bit of everything....Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.comBlogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-41219946867446035732015-05-03T19:53:00.000-06:002015-05-03T19:53:04.654-06:00We live in an RV now, homes are too expensive and we're too old to pay down a large mortgage....nor do I want to have a large mortgage. RV life is fine, B. rents a working shop where he works on his cars and I get the office for my stuff so creativity isn't a problem. Except for motivation, but that's another subject....<br />
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Anyway. Living in an RV park where a lot of the residents are permanent is pretty interesting. Entertaining may be a better word. Amusing might be even better. Weird also comes to mind. We have characters here, oodles of characters.<br />
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There is (in no particular order except that the further from us geographically the less we are likely to know them well); Cat Man, Heffe (Juan Carlos right-hand man), Big Mama, Big Daddy (Big Mama and Big Daddy aren't together, I thought they were but Big Mama is married to Big Mama's husband not Big Daddy-got it?), The Drug Dealer, Bo's Mama, Bo's Daddy (Bo is a black dog Jenny is VERY interested in but his parents aren't with each other either...that's just what we call them), Flat-Faced Dumb Shit Dog and his owner, The Bus Driver, his wife and daughter, The Park Admin and The Asshole That Drives the Maroon Truck (TATDMT), the unnamed 94 y.o. man who wears the same clothes all the time...., and assorted critters. <br />
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I'll update on them individually to keep each post from being too long.<br />
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Meanwhile, it's spring here and the days are beautiful and everything is blooming. I'd load a picture but haven't synced my phone lately...motivation again. I think I have spring fever. Or old age. Could be old age. Nah, spring fever it is.<br />
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<br />Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-3067298991232353152015-02-05T21:17:00.001-07:002015-02-05T21:17:51.903-07:00It's not spring yet but it's not snowy.... winter is different here in Southern California. There are cool days, windy days, a few rainy days, but so far, no COLD days. Colorado was beautiful but I got sooo tired of being cold but it was home (but then, so was Florida). Here, flowers continue to bloom, trees are still green, birds sing. The orange tree is getting ready to blossom and yesterday I picked a tomato from an 8 month old tomato plant. The hummingbirds are here all year long. I finally got around to putting up a feeder and two are fighting over it. So, I hung up two. More to fight over perhaps.<br />
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I definitely have a love/dislike relationship with where we live. There are good-yep, this is great weather, scenery, places to go moments and depressing-nope, dislike this dusty, dry, crowded place moments. Rarely have I had such a mixture of reactions to a place.<br />
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<br />Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-8980977114756981772015-01-18T20:41:00.000-07:002015-01-18T20:45:17.371-07:00Christmas in Santa BarbaraSince we have no family here in CA, even though we were invited to others homes, we decided to go 'away' for Christmas. At first we had reservations for a BnB but then acquired a new dog so motel it was. La Quinta takes dogs so we stayed downtown Santa Barbara. I ordered half a ham, made some small versions of our usual side dishes and packed them up. We looked like the Clampetts in a Honda Si but whatever...<br />
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It was a very artful, pretty town. The staff at La Quinta were friendly, helpful, and patient. Brett was ill for a day and a half so Christmas was low key but still we had fun. A walk to the wharf, a walk with Jenny to the nearest park, and a drive along Hwy 1, some shopping in a few great stores. We had fish n chips at Mac's Fish n Chips and the best Cajun food we've had lately on the way back home. I'll have to look up the name of the place. It was wonderful! I trust YELP and they never disappoint.<br />
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A few pics of the trip....<br />
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<br />Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-51979225934073355022015-01-01T18:49:00.000-07:002015-01-01T18:49:01.054-07:00Over two years...Obviously, I took a break from blogging. It seemed to become a chore instead of a connection so I quit for a while. Now, for some reason, I think I may start again.<br />
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So many changes in two years. Brett had an opportunity for a new job in a new state. We moved. To southern California. <br />
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On the negative side, SoCal was not somewhere I particularly wanted to live. <br />
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We bought a motorhome to live in and the company we bought it from went bankrupt two weeks later. A lot of money we put out for an extended warranty and treatment extras, poof, up in smoke.<br />
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California took forever (6 months) to get me my nursing license. <br />
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Tonka had to be euthanized due to a mast cell tumor. (Tears)<br />
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Brett's job has been a roller coaster, the company was taken private and it looked for a while as if we'd be shut down. <br />
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There are oodles of other smaller problems that seem large and ominous in a strange, new place but those are the biggest.<br />
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On the positive side, California has friendly people and some beautiful country.<br />
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At least the motorhome was in our possession. There are some still in the service shop, locked up and unavailable to those who own them.<br />
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We got another dog, Jenny, who is sweet, almost deaf, and just an all around good dog.<br />
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Living in a motorhome is kind of freeing because there's not much to clean or maintain.<br />
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I got a job QCing the designer's jobs at Brett's office while waiting on CA to get their act together.<br />
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The business seems to be settling in and finally getting its stride.<br />
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I got medical insurance back so can work part-time (and perhaps per diem/PRN) and still have health insurance.<br />
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I don't LOVE where we live but I do like the opportunity to be near so much variety.<br />
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There are oodles of smaller bonuses that make a strange, new place interesting and exciting.<br />
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<br />Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-87195000406146711882012-11-22T20:41:00.001-07:002012-11-22T20:41:22.103-07:00ThanksgivingI'm thankful to be full and warm. Missed family and friends but we still had a great Thanksgiving.<br />
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Baked chicken, stuffing, gravy, sweet potato casserole, pickled okra, olives, sweet gherkins, crescent rolls, homemade cranberry sauce, green beans and walnut pie for dessert. Oh my.<br />
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<br />Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-50058429927473500402012-11-07T09:04:00.000-07:002012-11-07T09:04:01.100-07:00Since June? Really? Hadn't realized it had been that long since I posted. If I had any followers they're long gone by now...<br />
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Two friends and I went to Italy in Sept. It was great! Florence is beautiful, we walked everywhere and saw so much it's hard to remember it all. I drove out of Florence, around Tuscany and in Pisa and Genova. They drive like bats out of hell over there...but once I learned to drive like they did things went fine. No dents on the rental car or on any wayward Italians that got in our way.<br />
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Santa Croce is a large church (cathedral?) that houses the remains of Galileo and Michaelangelo, Machiavelli and Florence Nightingale among others. It was VERY impressive to stand in the middle of the church with Galileo on one side and Michaelangelo on the other. We're taught here not to walk on graves but that's impossible in churches where people are buried in the floor. <br />
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We saw the statue David. How someone creates by removing pieces of rock is amazing to me. Marble is everywhere in Florence, as is art. Doorknobs, corners of buildings, street signs, bridges. I liked the fact that functional things were made beautiful. Not normally a fan of the ornate style, it all felt right. <br />
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There was a lot of trompe l'oeil in Italy. The walls on the hotel where we stayed were made to looks as if they had molding but it was painted. I had to touch it to make sure it wasn't real molding. Once we discovered that we had to look at things from the side to determine if they were 3D or painted. This was especially true of ceilings. Some of the decorated ceilings in the Pitti Palace were undescribable.<br />
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Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-73138871516386066622012-06-20T20:12:00.000-06:002012-06-20T20:12:02.313-06:00Tonka<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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A few weeks ago while checking Colorado Bulldog Rescue, I saw a gorgeous bulldog for rescue. Brett wasn't quite ready yet so we waited. When he was still there two weeks later we contacted the owner and told her we were interested. <br />
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She'd had 35 inquiries but was looking for just the right home for him. He wasn't mistreated at all but as much as they loved him, she was allergic to him and family finances were strained trying to take care of a bulldog. Someone was to pick him up Sat. Sigh.<br />
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Wednesday she texted me and said the person had pulled out and were we still interested. Yep, we were!<br />
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We went to get him the next day. He is in great shape with only normal bulldog problems. He's well mannered (except for a small ummm well ummm humping tendency). We're working on that. Otherwise he's great.<br />
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Our vet gave his ok and next week he'll be neutered, an eyelid fixed and maybe some soft palate work to help him breathe better.<br />
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Last week I had a few days off and went over the mountains to see some friends. Denece and I went to nursing school together. She went with Brett and Terri and me last year to New Zealand. This year she, Terri, and I are going to Tuscany and Umbria for two weeks. More on that later.<br />
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Sheri and I have been friends since 7th grade so always have a lot to catch up on.<br />
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The first part of the trip was with Denece and we ate at Porterbellies in Grand Junction then went shopping at the stores in downtown Grand Jct. I bought some yarn I didn't need and a basket kit (ditto). At Porterbellies we had the.best.cinnamon.rolls I've ever had. She called them baked cocaine and she wasn't far off. The next day we hiked Mica Mine trail, a 2.5 mile round trip. Denece's friend<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What the mining was all about-mica</td></tr>
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Paige was with us and I was<br />
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worried that I wouldn't be able to keep up. Either they took pity on me or else I done good because the only time I had to stop was up the last hill on the way back. You know how it is...if you go down at first you have to come up at the last. Ugh. It was a fairly easy hike and we were the only ones on the trail at first. <br />
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It winds around through brush and along what is probably normally a stream. At the end is rock canyon walls with blast marks and drill holes where they mined the mica. All the trees are leafed out and Indian paintbrush was blooming. <br />
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The moon hadn't set yet and was a classic scene over the rocks to the west. The colors in the morning light glowed shiny gray-blue mica; red, yellow sandstone and milky-white quartz.<br />
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Back at Denece's she fixed breakfast burritos and we chatted until Paige had to leave, then D and I went to Grand Jct and shopped at little.<br />
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Next day I stopped by Sheri's in Colbran. I took part of the Grand Mesa Scenic Byway to get there and loved some of the views. I have pics on my phone (because my camera battery died) that I'll try to get on here later.<br />
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Sheri taught herself to spin and does a great job. We hung out and yapped and drove around to see the sights. The valley is full of farms and small houses and is very picturesque. <br />
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There are lots of stacked stone entrances to driveways that were done by a Mexican man that lived<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My co-hikers Paige (l) and my friend from nursing school Denece</td></tr>
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in the area. They're very evenly built with tapered sides and tight fitting rocks. Truly a master at work.<br />
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Time was up and although sad to leave, I was glad to get back home to Brett and our new dog, Tonka. He's next on the list for pics on the blog. ;)Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-13970083396822251002012-05-14T21:49:00.000-06:002012-05-14T21:49:01.776-06:00No more bulldogs...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few weeks ago I found Clyde in the back yard having one of his 'spells'. His breathing became labored and we took him in to the emergency vet. There were several things we could have done but at the end he still would've been 12 and a half years old with a huge tumor in his chest. We opted for the best for him and asked that he be euthanized. <br />
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They honored the fact that he didn't like to be carried by letting him walk back to us and stand on his own while she injected him with the drug. He sank back on his haunches and relaxed, probably pain free for the first time in many years. <br />
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We sooo miss him and one night I heard him bark when the doorbell rang, even though he wasn't there. Hopefully he and Abby are somewhere fighting like they always did.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's bad when you're short and can't<br />see out the window..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In his sporty racing jacket. After all, a Florida bulldog<br />gets cold in Colorado.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He was my buddy during nursing school. He and I used to sit<br />in the sun on the front porch and study...he studied the traffic and<br />I studied med surg.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bubba's tongue was a tad longer than his face.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With his BMOC sweater on-sitting in the sun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He and his sister in one of their more peaceful moments.</td></tr>
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<br />Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-30417180300548633692012-04-02T10:45:00.000-06:002012-04-02T10:45:27.093-06:00Life glides byIt's April!? How'd that happen? We've been busy, I have a new job I'm about to begin. Closer to home so I'll be home every night. I have a new car. I fell in love with a 2012 Honda Si. I NEVER fall in love with cars...until now. It's racy and alabaster silver with a sun roof, stick shift and will go at least 110mph because I tried it out the other day...(but please don't tell the cops). <br />
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Clyde is still plugging along although the tumor is beginning to tell in his breathing. The decision will have to be made soon but for now we can avoid it.<br />
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The motorhome floor is done, thanks to Brett. I've almost completed the new curtains and valances. The bins have been emptied, cleaned and refilled in a more organized manner. Minor repairs to little things are underway.<br />
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The black currant is blooming, the raspberries are coming back up, the maple has tags on it, the crabapples are in full pinkish-red and the neighbor's forsythia is blooming. I've seen pear and plum and redbud blossoms. Now to start the sprinklers, dethatch the lawn and cover some of the dead spots.<br />
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I could give a list of all that needs to be done around here but you'd be reading for the next 6 months or so.<br />
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Hope your spring is enjoyable and productive.Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-65068144822967829782012-03-13T18:41:00.000-06:002012-03-13T18:41:23.763-06:00Small trek in the mountainsI 'hiked' (meaning I walked up a couple of hills and down a couple) today in the mountains. <br />
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The small birds were chittering, a hawk called and there was a large bird soaring circles on the updrafts wayyy up high. The sky was blue-blue with only a few clouds. When I got down to the river there was still ice and snow but you could hear the gurgle of the water rushing underneath. In a lower tone was a percolating sound of water bubbling up. <br />
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The wind would blow every so often but then settle down to silence. I sat on a rock and took in the quiet and scenery.<br />
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It's been a long while. I've been working nights and then when I'm off I'm trying to get back to 'normal'...although that's a stretch I know. <br />
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I've had a birthday, one that seems to be working on my mind a little even though it isn't a milestone in the usual sense.<br />
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Trying to tell myself that I DID get out more this winter, although a little delusion doesn't hurt now and then.<br />
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Birds are singing in the mornings now; not just geese honking at each other. (nothing against geese I love them when they begin to show up in the fall) Spring is on the way and frankly I can't wait. We'll have more snow but still the days are getting noticeably longer and it's not pitch-black when I go to or get off from work. <br />
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The daffodils are budded and getting ready to bloom. The tree buds are bigger and browner or redder or yellower. Birds are singing in the early morning, getting tuned up for finding mates. Orion is over in the west in the early morning, but reassuringly the north star is still north. I'm ready to see butterflies and hummingbirds and bees. <br />
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This time last year we were in New Zealand, just after the Christchurch earthquake and during the tsunami that hit Japan. The trip to Italy is half paid, wish I could find an Italian tutor. We think maybe China next year. Must.get.bills.paid.off.so.we.can.travel.even.more. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-79447876217395177922012-01-19T07:44:00.000-07:002012-01-19T07:44:17.576-07:00Corvids are smart!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YP9RnDp_tms?rel=0" width="420"></iframe>Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-58417615113192191972012-01-16T21:28:00.000-07:002012-01-16T21:28:03.152-07:00Abby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEeG9Leb6qK1D6RXHbkVwGB6m1vbXu6LB-45QJ5uapzKMgj-6k4wGMmDjaxrceZlqY4kQbq6aZBQzN5L3GAkRdqS0Bqy1IOkLGg5zcJKBWOHGwhtEAoZjv-ztGygiZetZFrAEHc2aZ4c/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEeG9Leb6qK1D6RXHbkVwGB6m1vbXu6LB-45QJ5uapzKMgj-6k4wGMmDjaxrceZlqY4kQbq6aZBQzN5L3GAkRdqS0Bqy1IOkLGg5zcJKBWOHGwhtEAoZjv-ztGygiZetZFrAEHc2aZ4c/s400/005.JPG" width="298px" /></a></div> We called her Sundog (among other things). She loved to lie in the sun and would sit outside and bark if the sun went behind the clouds. Her old bones hurt I suspect. She blew out her knee a few years ago launching herself into her brother's cage to attack him. Her right front leg didn't sit in the socket well and she limped quite a bit. Bulldogs are a genetic disaster.<br />
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She didn't mind begging for what she wanted and would throw out all the stops if she didn't get it right away. <br />
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She hated turtles. She and Clyde spent a a lot of time in Florida turning them over and tormenting them. Once she got heat stroke because she attacked a turtle in the sun and didn't have the sense to quit. Part of her tongue was missing because she bit at an alligator turtle and it bit back.<br />
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She didn't trust men but would lean against them, wag her stubby tail and then SNAP when they reached to pet her. <br />
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When they were puppies she would hide her chew bone then steal Clyde's and eat it. <br />
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She bit an electric fence in two so she could get to the water. <br />
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She relied on Clyde to bark for her so she could be let inside or be let out. He was always watching out for her.<br />
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She could rearrange her blankets in her cage for an hour. Scritch, scritch, shuffle, shuffle, flip, flop. Lie down-not good enough-get back up scruff, push, wad. Finally the snoring could commence.<br />
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One year for Halloween we dressed her up as a ballerina-Brett was right-she looked more like a drag queen. The muscular shoulders looked hilarious with the pink tutu and feather paw wristlets.<br />
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We had to put Abby down last night. Her lymph glands were so swollen she was having trouble breathing and it was possible she had pneumonia. <br />
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We are going to miss her so much. She adored Brett and loved me. Will post a few more pics of her after Christmas.Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-40422886188286260472011-11-05T09:53:00.000-06:002011-11-05T09:53:32.385-06:00So true<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NKUI8h24zmt7st9wXrmb-viUJtMxcpEEvWqvIQfl7RcjmX0b-BEjolLwBqcPyf_b2YD2AMrREC1ODHGog3uZKSvmrj4h1VxYxSkyIvJ81nCvX_DeS1gS80G_G1jxkbmr42Cc5_N6OPg/s1600/DSCF0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NKUI8h24zmt7st9wXrmb-viUJtMxcpEEvWqvIQfl7RcjmX0b-BEjolLwBqcPyf_b2YD2AMrREC1ODHGog3uZKSvmrj4h1VxYxSkyIvJ81nCvX_DeS1gS80G_G1jxkbmr42Cc5_N6OPg/s400/DSCF0070.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div>My heart is warm with the friends I make,<br />
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Day after tomorrow it's supposed to snow anywhere from 2-8" (weather forecasting isn't good here either). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail was pretty much straight up and rocky.<br />
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</tbody></table>Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-51022451360353208422011-09-29T06:00:00.002-06:002011-10-05T21:22:54.441-06:00More quotes<div align="center">"Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play and pray, where nature heals and gives strength to body and soul alike."</div><div align="center">John Muir</div><div align="center"><br />
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Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-84253361520557211242011-09-26T20:38:00.000-06:002011-09-26T20:38:32.273-06:00I love quotes<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> “Not all persons are called to <div id="apDiv18"> be hermits, but all persons </div><div id="apDiv19">need enough silence and </div><div id="apDiv20">solitude in their lives to enable </div><div id="apDiv21"> the deep inner voice of their </div><div id="apDiv22">own true self to be heard at </div><div id="apDiv23">least occasionally…For one cannot</div><div>go on happily for long</div><div id="apDiv26">unless one is in contact with </div><div id="apDiv27">the springs of spiritual life </div><div id="apDiv28">which are hidden in the depths </div><div id="apDiv29">of one’s own true soul.”</div><div id="apDiv30">Thomas Merton</div><div id="apDiv31"> </div></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div align="center"></div>Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-20685213119929181572011-09-22T06:00:00.001-06:002011-09-22T06:00:06.063-06:00Benson Sculpture Park <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lillith<br />
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</tbody></table>Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-80877419845074538552011-09-19T08:56:00.001-06:002011-09-19T08:57:56.947-06:00Between here and there<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I travel this road twice<br />
a week until it's snow time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Minuteman missle sites. If they dug a hole where's the dirt?<br />
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</tbody></table>Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-57648100146854741242011-08-23T10:13:00.004-06:002011-08-23T16:09:06.988-06:00Benson Sculpture Park <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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David Turner<br />
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<br />This chubby little guy was fattening up for winter.
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<br />Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846421545337241094.post-60107601793979531582011-08-05T16:39:00.001-06:002011-08-05T16:42:08.329-06:00Summer in the mountainsA day trip up Devil's Gulch Rd.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwV7rkW1KpiqNxCfGDcsWhWK0_rgKUXK7Lsj6YnEC-Qia3eiM0ZQylIbYAIv6S0vcB66D83-0btmBHJi-Dzsw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Floridagirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13558513619078356902noreply@blogger.com0