tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67923413170952067662024-03-13T20:09:55.511-07:00The Plus Size PugUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-48755266942037656192011-12-28T10:49:00.002-07:002011-12-28T10:50:28.183-07:00Awkward Family Photo<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdpoJUv0M-k/TvtW3a7KfUI/AAAAAAAAANI/v3Q6UEA4N-Y/s1600/Cara_Awkward_Pet_Photo_2011-.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691238064233020738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdpoJUv0M-k/TvtW3a7KfUI/AAAAAAAAANI/v3Q6UEA4N-Y/s320/Cara_Awkward_Pet_Photo_2011-.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-21327205768625709752011-12-28T10:47:00.002-07:002011-12-28T10:49:37.232-07:00Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzm5tmbid-I/TvtWpilXC0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/rSnFsyTRdfw/s1600/393617_317651261592412_100000426230171_1168359_810772734_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691237825770883906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzm5tmbid-I/TvtWpilXC0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/rSnFsyTRdfw/s320/393617_317651261592412_100000426230171_1168359_810772734_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-59353261242995312242011-05-09T15:57:00.003-07:002011-05-09T15:58:14.050-07:00Deal With It<a href="http://i.imgur.com/gvVSh.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i.imgur.com/gvVSh.gif" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-46854123742722584932011-03-08T16:20:00.005-07:002011-03-08T16:29:25.394-07:00If Tank had an Online Dating Profile<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; ">About me:<br />I'm a laid back guy looking for a little companionship. Just got out of a two year relationship with a real bitch. Sometimes I like to just get in the car and go for a drive. It really helps to clear my head. I eat well and like to stay in shape, either by going on brisk walks or running a few laps in my backyard. I've been told I'm pretty cute and that my ears are my best feature.<br /><br />About my match:<br />I am most attracted to BBDs (big, beautiful dogs). I'm looking for someone who enjoys snuggling, likes to give and receive affection, has the ability to spend all day in bed or on the couch, and has a natural curiousity for all things life has to offer.<br /><br />If this sounds like you, bark back atcha boy.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OmTVKladDg/TXa6DUB4ZoI/AAAAAAAAALU/suC0rSqdL0U/s320/165080_179614562062750_100000426230171_542341_6763813_n.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581853354251282050" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Of course Tank would chose the obligatory shirtless picture of himself for his profile picture. He also wanted me to tell the ladies that he will send nudes upon request.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-67406077624553738362010-09-14T19:17:00.001-07:002010-09-14T19:18:26.509-07:00More paw language<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxRQsqQb_CNDLRTiOtDl1LiTaf3T7dt8dZJgfqz9QC5HjljotUqI9S2qoTukoBhyj5hjYoEkNAgR5tb9MUF9Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>It's the language of love. :)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-5379323074333144912010-09-14T19:10:00.003-07:002010-09-14T19:15:04.253-07:00Communication via paw (Paw language)<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQ98Vu2WXnUfn2KTvbm2dMRGSdfOxLjWG4-uwjftbATnFB-m9_SLjBCrhqf8KgB4WkEwaDdn5N7y2m32KxOA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>To be fair, he did try tapping ever so lightly first, before going in for the kill...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-65641699042253523802010-08-22T09:05:00.003-07:002010-08-22T09:14:06.926-07:00If Metallica has taught us anything...it's to sleep with one eye open...<div><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/THFMiYenAbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7DBE4ibATE4/s320/photo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508267972820926898" /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>gripping your pillow tight!!!!</i></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-90902858021286267772010-08-22T08:06:00.004-07:002010-08-22T09:01:22.324-07:00StarbucksYesterday morning, I woke up with a hangover. I had stayed out until 3 the night before and because I can't seem to sleep in past 7 anymore, I was awake after only a few hours of sleep. I decided I'd go and grab a coffee from Starbucks, because adding caffeine to my hangover seemed like a good idea. <i>Yay. I've got all this energy now to focus on how crappy I feel.</i><div><br /></div><div>I took the dogs with me on my short drive. When I pulled up to the drive-thru window I was pleasantly surprised when they asked me if my dogs wanted treats! Apparently, the woman at the counter didn't get a good look at Lucy, otherwise, she probably wouldn't have asked that question, but I said sure and the dogs ate them as if they had gone weeks without food.</div><div><br /></div><div>I did an impromptu photo shoot while waiting in the really long drive-thru line.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>It's 120 degrees out at 8 in the morning. Hooray!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/THFFL0UjXYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Fij31KdZydI/s320/photo+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508259888576552322" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After seeing my hot yoga pamphlet in my car door: <i>Hot yoga? Yawn.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/THFFMDup5AI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FmZt0Iysv6k/s320/photo+4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508259892712563714" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After being given that treat: <i>Please sir, may I have some more?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/THFFMiE06bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bI7S4lcGGX4/s320/photo+5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508259900858624434" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And here's Tank, really owning that arm rest.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/THFEtApoScI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MfugzW3CqEM/s320/photo-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508259359310236098" /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-90537666104284652572010-08-10T14:36:00.004-07:002010-08-10T14:47:21.904-07:00It's All About ComfortHe never ceases to amuse me.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TGHGeUkC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7KnWwKP5s48/s1600/24990_105463872811153_100000426230171_145901_1744_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503898443841727890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TGHGeUkC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7KnWwKP5s48/s320/24990_105463872811153_100000426230171_145901_1744_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TGHGdiMdB3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/US4XcCwLQ2U/s1600/15024_105793996111474_100000426230171_153662_846682_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503898430321002354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TGHGdiMdB3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/US4XcCwLQ2U/s320/15024_105793996111474_100000426230171_153662_846682_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TGHGd96Gw_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/z9SZbB_USXU/s1600/19364_105152879508919_100000426230171_138448_5741522_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503898437760238578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TGHGd96Gw_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/z9SZbB_USXU/s320/19364_105152879508919_100000426230171_138448_5741522_n.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-83633170794788183122010-07-04T13:51:00.004-07:002010-08-10T12:32:55.936-07:00If the Shoe Fits<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TDD1LACkVNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/r7EbfnQGy5M/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490157515102770386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TDD1LACkVNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/r7EbfnQGy5M/s320/photo.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TDD1KAoDaFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PVReHLdz0PA/s1600/shoepillow.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490157498080127058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TDD1KAoDaFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PVReHLdz0PA/s320/shoepillow.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-54732920252557260882010-06-30T06:00:00.001-07:002010-06-30T06:00:00.852-07:00Bangers and MashI'm wondering... am I the only person that talks to their dogs with an english accent?<br /><br />It started off normal enough (ello, loves) and now it's kind of progressed into a full blown Sharon Osbourne kind of accent.<br /><br />To be honest, I think the dogs kind of like it (and I like it). The only downside is that sometimes when I have company over, I forget that I talk to the dogs in an english accent and that can lead to some awkward moments...<br /><br /><object height="288" width="512"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/VmzIZPBbWDi3Ro9UTAHLRw/0/447"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><br /><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/VmzIZPBbWDi3Ro9UTAHLRw/0/447" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="288" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><br />And yes, my impression of Sharon Osbourne is just as good as Amy Pohler's in this clip. ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-18271418801277429782010-06-29T12:29:00.003-07:002010-06-29T12:36:30.290-07:00Excuse me...may I have a moment of your time?This is the first thing that I noticed as I stepped out of the shower the other morning.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TCpKJj51zbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r5QxDzDAlfA/s1600/tank1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488280624021491122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TCpKJj51zbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r5QxDzDAlfA/s320/tank1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This shot was taken immediately after I opened the door:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TCpKJLT3LLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/udcSFgTAs74/s1600/tank2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488280617419746482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGh0F5GO7DQ/TCpKJLT3LLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/udcSFgTAs74/s320/tank2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>You simply mustn't ever shower with the door closed...</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-28591692034672623142010-05-13T09:26:00.004-07:002010-05-13T09:28:25.604-07:00While We're Still on the Subject of Cool iPhone AppsHere's a picture that my mom took with my iPhone yesterday with the Hipstamatic app. I like the old school feel it gives to the picture. <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S-woPi6ZkJI/AAAAAAAAAdk/J6H0jwpqpHw/s1600/photo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470791894883209362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S-woPi6ZkJI/AAAAAAAAAdk/J6H0jwpqpHw/s400/photo1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-59560547678905920972010-05-10T14:29:00.002-07:002010-05-10T14:34:37.063-07:00MugTrying to capture extreme snaggletooth but realized that the photo does it no justice.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S-h7ycJen-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/xLdJynLQKUI/s1600/mug.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469757853921091554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S-h7ycJen-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/xLdJynLQKUI/s400/mug.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-68950133920427007292010-05-09T15:59:00.002-07:002010-05-09T15:59:53.009-07:00Too Cool for School<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S-c-X3Zp-8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/8MpTPLdkomw/s1600/32229_120637607960446_100000426230171_216263_5936640_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S-c-X3Zp-8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/8MpTPLdkomw/s400/32229_120637607960446_100000426230171_216263_5936640_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469408852194229186" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-12057480526746427622010-03-07T09:41:00.004-07:002010-03-07T09:42:52.758-07:00It's been awhile...<div>I will have many new posts very soon, but here are a couple pictures to tide you over until then.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S5PXaBdNCyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Dvf6YTb596c/s1600-h/metank1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S5PXaBdNCyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Dvf6YTb596c/s400/metank1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445933216488557346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S5PXZ3fHPBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ie0sf8NtzAg/s1600-h/metank.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S5PXZ3fHPBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ie0sf8NtzAg/s400/metank.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445933213812210706" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-47711364129294041592010-01-05T18:57:00.004-07:002010-01-05T19:19:09.125-07:00Beware of falling objects<div>I don't eat at the dinner table like a normal person. No, I like to stand and eat in my kitchen. My brother does this too. We're strange folk. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, tonight as I was standing and eating a burrito that was basically 90% sour cream - 10% beans, it exploded as I took my last bites! Someone needs a bath.</div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S0Pwx2Hw-EI/AAAAAAAAAa0/mo8nrDw-wlk/s400/photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423443115416549442" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S0PwyDOLH9I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_ZNuTFPb4LQ/s1600-h/photo+4.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm trying out this new scent, L'eau de sour cream, ever heard of it?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S0PwyDOLH9I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_ZNuTFPb4LQ/s1600-h/photo+4.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S0PwyDOLH9I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_ZNuTFPb4LQ/s400/photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423443118933090258" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Some people like to eat food, I prefer to wear it.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/S0PwyowVt4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/vt8wbkSguls/s400/photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423443129008502658" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-82765769144342919682009-12-24T15:26:00.003-07:002009-12-24T15:35:01.573-07:00Day 4 of 14<div>I took 2 weeks off for the holidays. Besides working out, this is pretty much what my days have consisted of.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr5uiL8yI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZTmS-HSFRXs/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr5uiL8yI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZTmS-HSFRXs/s400/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418934153633329954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr5OFTiDI/AAAAAAAAAak/wG--Zdjsijo/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr5OFTiDI/AAAAAAAAAak/wG--Zdjsijo/s400/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418934144922257458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr42Pvo-I/AAAAAAAAAac/Wq7btSaP40E/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr42Pvo-I/AAAAAAAAAac/Wq7btSaP40E/s400/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418934138523591650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr4Vm4FEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rwAL6rc9MgA/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr4Vm4FEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rwAL6rc9MgA/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418934129762243650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr4P_FtzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iwk7rUVw90w/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SzPr4P_FtzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iwk7rUVw90w/s400/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418934128253187890" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-2262214624734641162009-11-23T05:26:00.007-07:002009-11-23T08:30:19.649-07:00Top of the morning to yaWarning: This post is about vomit, so if the talk of vomit makes you want to vomit, you might want to skip this one.<br /><br />Well, it's yet another morning where I've been woken up to the harmonious sound of dog hurl. Tank's hours of puking are between sound asleep and sweet dreams. Never has he so much as gagged during normal business hours. I've woken up to being puked on (I'll take a warm pile of vomit for $100, Alex), puking off the side of the bed (Avalanche!), to just regular old heaving on the floor. Personally, I like it when Tank gets creative with where he is going to projectile. For some reason when Tank started up this morning I started singing that song from Beverly Hills Cop, "The Heat is On" but I just replaced "heat" with "puke." <div><br /></div><div><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">The puke is on...it's on the streets.</span></div><div><i>Inside your head, on every beat.</i></div><div><i>Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho.</i></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SwqHJy5xfmI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vUV7ZeuFGCY/s1600/tankpuke.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407282904964365922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SwqHJy5xfmI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vUV7ZeuFGCY/s400/tankpuke.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><i><br /></i><br /><i><br /></i><br /><i><br /></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-27983832230993852122009-11-03T19:40:00.007-07:002009-11-03T19:53:23.769-07:00Fun with photobooth!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrnafgisI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RvsWDxb8UkY/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrnafgisI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RvsWDxb8UkY/s320/Photo+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075015576128194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrnPDw2SI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Xcj6BpWfWHg/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrnPDw2SI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Xcj6BpWfWHg/s320/Photo+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075012506966306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDreKxN7KI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3FknyvHbDqA/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDreKxN7KI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3FknyvHbDqA/s320/Photo+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074856736615586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrd0U_YtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/XI1-kRFkqgA/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrd0U_YtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/XI1-kRFkqgA/s320/Photo+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074850712642258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Why am I single??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrdZuUmdI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ap0-PnW1Y3o/s1600-h/Photo+26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrdZuUmdI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ap0-PnW1Y3o/s320/Photo+26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074843571132882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrc7mLpOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/n5QHbqNKU68/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrc7mLpOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/n5QHbqNKU68/s320/Photo+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074835483927778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrctxncNI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1jkYU-5GsNs/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvDrctxncNI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1jkYU-5GsNs/s320/Photo+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074831773790418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, right.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-26322379278509910382009-11-03T11:55:00.009-07:002009-11-03T12:51:53.594-07:00And now...the answers to your questions!The first question comes from trollcole at <a href="http://trollcole.blogspot.com/">trovecove</a>, who is actually one of my good friends in real life. Her question is: why are your dogs total posers?<br /><br />Well trollcole, they are posers because they don't want to be their real selves...which is, dogs. They much prefer pretending to be human and I, being the nutjob that I am, take pleasure in treating them like little babies. :)<br /><br />The second question comes from <a href="http://doggydays09.blogspot.com/">Benny & Lily</a>. They asked why Lucy isn't in the new Apple Mac commercials?<br /><br />Sad story, Lucy <em>was</em> going to be in one of the Apple commercials, but we couldn't come to a monetary agreement with the Apple people so we backed out. Lucy's a star. She doesn't settle.<br /><br />The third question, from <a href="http://sequoia-apugslife.blogspot.com/">Sequoia and Petunia </a>asks what is Lucy's favorite toy?<br /><br />Basically any toy that she can rip open in less than 30 seconds flat, pull out all the stuffing and then eat. She also loves bottlecaps but my mom likes to play "worst scenario possible" and said she'd choke and die on one so I've since stopped giving her those.<br /><br />Fourth question from <a href="http://micapie.blogspot.com/">Mica</a>. Does Tank get jealous that he doesn't have his own blog like Lucy?<br /><br />Simple answer, no. Tank only wants Lucy's things. Example: I have two bones. Exact in everyway. I hand one to both dogs, Lucy takes off with her new bone and Tank has no interest in his bone. It is left on the floor while he tries to go and steal the bone that Lucy has. Say I offer to exchange said bones. I give Lucy the bone I originally tried to give Tank and she smiles and says "thank you ma'am" and I give Tank the one he wanted but now he's lost interest in this bone and will try stealing the same bone he originally refused! So, in summary, Tank loves being on Lucy's blog. If he had his own, he'd just find a way to get back on to her blog.<br /><br />Thanks to <a href="http://brutusthefrenchie.blogspot.com/">Brutus'</a> mom, Michelle, for answering one of my questions! She let me know that Tank is a possible candidate for Invisalign! I've been thinking though, maybe I should embrace Tank for who he is, accept that he is King of snaggletooths and could probably form some kind of army with all that power.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvCI9ou0ViI/AAAAAAAAAW0/q1RXNuQIBGI/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966545704408610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SvCI9ou0ViI/AAAAAAAAAW0/q1RXNuQIBGI/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-18662727725011220942009-10-28T12:59:00.006-07:002009-10-28T14:32:30.488-07:00Q & A's with theplussizepugWow. This is terrible! I have only posted once for the whole month of October. This has got to change. While I'm working on putting together new posts, I thought I'd do a little Q&A for anyone that has any nagging questions about Lady Lumps and/or Sir Snaggletooth. Feel free to ask questions like:<br /><div></div><br /><div>Why is Lucy <em>so</em> fat?</div><br /><div>What does William Shatner have that Lucy doesn't have?</div><br /><div>Is Tank a good candidate for Invisalign? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I will do my best to consult with the pups and post the answers.</div><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Sui3GLi_eNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/L7dg_pq5808/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397765470210193618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Sui3GLi_eNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/L7dg_pq5808/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-55281468448342338632009-10-08T17:01:00.009-07:002009-10-09T09:41:38.845-07:00Portraits!Lucy is pretending to hate this but is actually loving every second of it.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Ss5--mIsZmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Cndyds1q77M/s1600-h/Cara_Lucy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390385417863063138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Ss5--mIsZmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Cndyds1q77M/s320/Cara_Lucy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tank, on the other hand, is completely not interested. The only thing on his mind is where in the house he's going to poop next.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Ss5-2A9nIRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/axRZ3KDby9I/s1600-h/Cara_Tank.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390385270445515026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Ss5-2A9nIRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/axRZ3KDby9I/s320/Cara_Tank.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-65413964405810537752009-09-22T10:01:00.010-07:002009-09-22T10:38:56.927-07:00The Scent of a PawLucy's paws smell like corn chips.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SrkKuQrxEeI/AAAAAAAAAWU/t8mn9lfAbqE/s1600-h/cornchippaw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384346619366937058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SrkKuQrxEeI/AAAAAAAAAWU/t8mn9lfAbqE/s400/cornchippaw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I thought she was the chosen one. This gift of frito feet bestowed upon her as some sort of a healing power that would someday be used to help save all of mankind. A google search crushed all hope of what I thought might be true:<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SrkKASIrkVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XkzdogBvnTQ/s1600-h/cc1.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SrkKYLnF-FI/AAAAAAAAAWM/QXUVfYOKGO8/s1600-h/cc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384346240048035922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SrkKYLnF-FI/AAAAAAAAAWM/QXUVfYOKGO8/s400/cc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SrkKUEfQOqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3l7_LPLiWG0/s1600-h/cc1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384346169416628898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/SrkKUEfQOqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3l7_LPLiWG0/s400/cc1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Chips and dip, anyone?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792341317095206766.post-76524020549489511132009-09-20T20:55:00.002-07:002009-09-20T20:58:55.649-07:00Lullaby...and goodnight...<div>Mr. Tank enjoying my king size bed all to himself:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Srb5i-oqp0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/VhFdNQdDlcU/s1600-h/photo-2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Srb5i-oqp0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/VhFdNQdDlcU/s400/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383764783892440898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Srb5iqPp2BI/AAAAAAAAAVM/05kOzQl8VTw/s1600-h/photo-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IoZ7Mp--b2A/Srb5iqPp2BI/AAAAAAAAAVM/05kOzQl8VTw/s400/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383764778418821138" /></a><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7