tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83946242507788685282024-03-05T06:43:05.762+00:00Blog Of A PrinceThis is a very special blog to store the very special memories of a very special puppy (who is a very special Prince!)SophieRAWRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200072780491095382noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-48520800814414742432010-09-16T18:29:00.002+01:002010-09-16T18:58:58.937+01:00Very Sad UpdateI am so very sorry that it's taken so long to share this news with you properly, but this has been the last job that I had to do with regards to telling people about Hugo and I just haven't been able to do it. I've put it off and put it off, but I know that it has to be done as so many of you have been so kind and have followed Hugo's adventures for so long. I owe you this much.<div><br /></div><div>On 28th March, it was Jacob's 14th birthday and we had visitors coming and going all day. Despite all of the attention that he was getting as well (which normally went down VERY well with our little boy!), Hugo wasn't quite right. His breathing seemed a little "off" and he was a bit grumpier than usual.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the morning of 29th March, Hugo's breathing was still not right so I phoned <a href="http://www.highcroftvet.co.uk/">Highcroft Vets</a>. Unfortunately, Oliver was on holiday but they asked me to bring Hugo in as soon as possible. Sophie and I took him in and, after a quick check over, we were given the news that it was possible that he had gone into congestive failure. We were told that we could take him home but only if he was on strict crate rest to avoid excitement, as that would have him calmer than if he stayed in at the vets. The wonderful machine that is Highcroft was put into action and arrangements were made for Hugo to be brought in the following morning for a chest x-ray, for a specialist sonographer to see him and carry out a heart scan and for another wonderful cardiologist to examine the results of both and give his diagnosis.</div><div><br /></div><div>We took Hugo home and snuggled him into his crate with his special healing blanket that had been sent to him by Liam, the wonderful son of my friend Loobie. Sophie was feeling poorly herself so led on the sofa with a blanket of her own with Hugo's crate right beside her. Whilst Sophie was sleeping, I monitored Hugo regularly and became worried when he wouldn't eat anything - not even his favourite freshly cooked chicken. He became quieter and quieter, whilst his breathing became more laboured and when I checked his gums, I found that they were grey. I called the vets again and they asked for him to be brought in immediately. Fortunately, our good friends Nina and Tom were staying with us for a few days, so Nina wrapped him in his special blanket and cuddled him as we drove to the vets.</div><div><br /></div><div>The vet's face was grave as she examined Hugo and rushed him off to be set up in a kennel with an oxygen tent overnight and very careful monitoring of his medication.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure that any of us slept that night.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, on the morning of the 30th, the update from the vet nurse was more positive than we could possibly have dreamed! Apparently, our little fighter had continually chewed out his IV line and destroyed his oxygen tent through the night! He was certainly doing well enough for them to continue with their plans for the day and were intending to start with the chest x-ray.</div><div><br /></div><div>I telephoned round all of our worried friends and family to give them the news that sounded so good and absorbed the sighs of relief.</div><div><br /></div><div>Half an hour after my last call, the vet called me with the results of the x-ray.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hugo's wonderful, amazing, brave heart was too enlarged for his body to cope any more. They weren't going to do the scan and there was nothing more they could do. There was no way they could keep him on oxygen and IV meds for any length of time. He just wouldn't cope.</div><div><br /></div><div>I realised then that when he'd been chewing out his line and destroying his oxygen tent, he wasn't fighting. He'd been sending a message. "Enough. I've had enough now". </div><div><br /></div><div>My heart broke as I told Sophie that we had to go to the vets again, but this time we wouldn't be bringing our soldier home with us. He'd fought so hard for so long, but now it was time for him to rest.</div><div><br /></div><div>We drove to the vets in tears, but laughing as well as we talked about all of the things that Hugo had done in his very nearly 11 months with us. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hugo was brought in to us wrapped in his blanket. Our poor boy wagged his tail as he saw us, but was struggling to take every breath. It hurt so much to see him in so much pain. Sophie cuddled him tightly as we told him how much we loved him and how brave he'd been.</div><div><br /></div><div>The last sound he ever made was a growl. So typical for our feisty boy! Sophie is convinced that the growl was because he saw our collie boy Bear coming to fetch him. I pray that she's right.</div><div><br /></div><div>My brave girl wrapped her special boy in his blanket with his sleeping head still out and we left the surgery with the vet nurse and vet in tears. Sophie held her head high as the tears poured silently down her face.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then Hugo's bladder emptied all over her jeans. </div><div><br /></div><div>"He never really did get the hang of housetraining," she laughed. And that was it. Our last memory of Hugo had become one not to cry over, but to laugh over.</div><div><br /></div><div>So many people's lives were touched by our boy and those who were lucky enough to meet him will never forget the experience!</div><div><br /></div><div>Our lives will never be the same again because of one tiny little dog who taught us how to tackle life in the face of great adversity - grab it tightly and make the most of it because you never know when tomorrow might not come. </div><div><br /></div><div>Prince Hugo Roger Hendy: we thank Fionna with all of our hearts for entrusting you to our care and we thank whoever else had a hand in getting you to us because we loved every painful, joyous, heartbreaking, amazing moment of your company and we will love you forever. We hope you're resting easy now, darling darling boy. </div><div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6HQxZRmhTQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6HQxZRmhTQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-27956007051352634402009-12-24T16:45:00.002+00:002009-12-24T17:04:54.553+00:00Very VERY Special Day<div style="text-align: left;">Do you remember way back in May when this little scrap of just 4 months old arrived with us with a prediction of only 6 months to live?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/1st%20Day%20010509/DSCF3028.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well. Today that little scrap looks like this......</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/birthdayboy.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">And, even more importantly, today he celebrated his first birthday! It was a milestone that we never thought that he'd reach so there have been many tears.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are the photos of his very special day when he truly is a Prince for the day :o)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Birthday Cake and Presents</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Not quite sure what to do</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/pressie1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Getting the hang of it now!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/pressie1b.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Very special bowl for a Prince!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/pressie1c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Straight on to the next present</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/pressie2a.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Ooh! Smells good!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/pressie2b.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Thank you very much to Captain Jack, Princess Cherry and their lovely mum and dad</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/pressie2c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">He was bored by the last present so big sister Flora helped</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/pressie3b.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">On tothe important business of cake!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/cakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Go faster Mummy!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/cake1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Bran and Flora waiting patiently to share</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/cake4.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Only very special birthday boys get fed in the chair</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/cake3.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Showing off his new "beg" trick or his Christmas nails?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/cake5.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Clearing up the crumbs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/cake8.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Think he enjoyed them??</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/First%20Birthday/cake7.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thank you so much to all of you who have followed Hugo's story through 2009 - the ups and the downs - and for all the support we've been given. Without Fionna and <a href="http://lizziesbarn.co.uk/default.aspx">Lizzies Barn</a> who knows what might have happened to Hugo back when he was just 4 months old? Their unending support has been crucial to helping us get this far with our little man so massive massive thanks to our very special friend, Fi - you are a true angel and Hugo owes you his life xxx</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In just one week - the first of January 2010 - the very start of a new year, Prince Hugo will have been with us for exactly 8 months - exactly 2 months longer than he was given. Here's to another year full of strength, bravery and fight from our little man and to all the adventures we hope to have together whilst hoping that he is here to celebrate his second birthday.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wishing you all a very merry Christmas and a joyous 2010 xx</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-81602247103797920452009-11-17T15:35:00.003+00:002009-11-17T15:37:09.747+00:00Very Special Dish Served Cold ;o)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/Flobed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/Flobed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>(In other news today, Hugo is to be added to the <a href="http://lizziesbarn.co.uk/default.aspx">Lizzies Barn website</a> as an official Sponsor Dog. We didn't honestly think that we'd have him long enough to be able to make this commitment, but we're keeping fingers crossed and going with it!!)</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-24985027281586937732009-11-16T13:01:00.002+00:002009-11-16T13:13:36.116+00:00Very Strange Sleeping<div style="text-align: left;">I don't know if it's because the weather is soooooooooo much colder recently or just because Hugo is a little bit strange ;o) but just recently he's been very much taking advantage of having a big brother or sister to "snuggle up to":</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8008.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8012.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8021.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8033.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8035.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8050.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>And it's not like he's short on space or anything..............</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8044.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8045.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Even his poor Mummy hasn't got away with being led on!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8025.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">We weren't quite sure what was going on when we came out to the kitchen one day and found this!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8007-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/Bran2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">But soon realised!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/DSCF8004.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fortunately, a perfect sounding bed came up on Freecycle yesterday and we managed to get it for Hugo, in an attempt to give the big dogs a bit of space.........</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/NooBed.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Not sure Hugo's that impressed though.............</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sleeping%201109/NooBed2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Some dogs are just never satisfied!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-27350040349379883802009-10-28T16:10:00.002+00:002009-10-28T16:24:29.484+00:00Very Special Water Baby<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Yesterday brought 2 amazing revelations to Hugo's life.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first: he can actually carry the football!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Pool%20and%20Ball%20271009/Ball2.jpg"><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Pool%20and%20Ball%20271009/Ball2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>There have been so many diva strops and tantrums because he's had to drag the ball and then one of the big dogs will get it before he can get it to where he wants it to be, but yesterday he mastered actually lifting it off of the floor and moving. Woohoo!</div><div><br /></div><div>Mind you, Bran wasn't quite so impressed ;o)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Pool%20and%20Ball%20271009/Ball1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">The second revelation: Hugo does NOT melt in the water!! I think we've documented his past history with water and so you will already know how pathetic he becomes at the mere sight of it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday, we caught him doing this:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Pool%20and%20Ball%20271009/Pool1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Apparently, the temptation of floating sycamore leaves is too great to resist!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Although the water WAS too cold tostand all 4 feet in at once ;o)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Pool%20and%20Ball%20271009/Pool2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">And he did get a bit keen on showing his "best side"!!!! LOL!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Pool%20and%20Ball%20271009/Pool4.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sooooooooo. I think we'll be bringing in a supply of sycamore leaves in preparation for his next bath ;o)</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-39201825810216040202009-10-19T18:48:00.003+01:002009-10-19T19:49:11.050+01:00Very Special Photos<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div>Just 3 days after our last update, we woke up to a very poorly Hugo :o( He was vomitting diarrhoea and ended up having to spend the night in the vets on a drip. We were worried sick, as you can probably imagine, but Oliver took good care of him and turned him around. Just 24 hours later he was back home and boinging on the big dogs as if nothing had happened. We were exhausted and emotionally wrung out, but thrilled that he was still with us. Little devil ;o)<div><br /></div><div>Anyway. Since that little blip, life is running smoothly again (touch wood) but we have taken some new photos of our special little man, so I'll just share them with you.....</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a very poorly Hugo snuggling with his mummy whilst we were waiting for the time of his vet's appointment to come around :o(</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Poorly0910.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">A few days later, and feeling fine, Hugo slipped out into the garden to catch some rays on the bench (a rather difficult obstacle for such a tiny boy to master, but master it he did!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/DSCF8202.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/DSCF8210.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/DSCF8204.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">But then decided to opt for the slightly less comfortable sleeping arena of the patio!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Garden1310.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Later that evening, young master Hugo got caught having mastered another obstacle for the first time - my computer chair! He looked so handsome against the black chair, that I left him where he was and just reached for my camera ;o)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/DSCF8219.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/DSCF8213.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/DSCF8216.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/DSCF8220.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/DSCF8230.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">The following evening, whilst messing with the camera again, I took some black and white photos of all of the dogs.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bran opted for the doting puppy look....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Bran.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Flora opted for the doting puppy look......</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Flo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hugo refused to compromise his macho integrity and just did the "ear thing" again!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Hugo.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I then scored massive points by providing a huge box of cuddly toys! The dogs were absolutely thrilled!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bran reallllllllly liked the tiger</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/BranTiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and Minnie Mouse!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/BranMinnie.jpg"><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/BranMinnie.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></a><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hugo was not that bothered to start with and tried to entice Flora away from the toys with a wrestling session</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/FloHugo.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">He eventually agreed to a game of tug involving the toys</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/HugoFloTiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and then his curiosity got the better of him and he had a little investigate</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/HugoBox.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and then got REALLY stuck in!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/HugoBox2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">He eventually settled on chomping on the strange frog</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/HugoFrog.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the evening, the children decided to make best use of the box and Hugo went along for the ride</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Kids1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">One morning, I remembered to grab the camera to catch the action as Sophie joins us.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am usually first up. I let the dogs out into the garden for morning ablutions. They chase around the garden for a little while, then Bran and Flora come in to do this whilst Hugo gives me morning kisses........</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sofa.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then Hugo will hear something that tells him that his mummy is about to join us......</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sofa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then the realisation dawns that she will be with us VERY shortly and...........</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c184/sarahpink/Dogs/Fosters/Prince%20Hugo/Sofa3.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I hope these show you just how well our little fighter is doing at the moment.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sophie has decided to arrange a sponsored walk from home to the much visited veterinary practice which is a distance of about 3.5 miles, so I will give you more details on that just as soon as it's finalised :o)</div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-87870738637562732452009-10-07T12:57:00.004+01:002009-10-07T13:30:16.112+01:00Very Special News!!Yesterday Hugo had yet another check up with Oliverthecardiologist at <a href="http://www.highcroftvet.co.uk/">Highcroft Vets</a> last night.<div><br /></div><div>We've been very nervous about this visit as Oliver's initial prognosis was a lifespan of 6 months and Hugo has now been with us for just over 5 months. At his visit last month, Hugo was really quite poorly and Oliver made it clear yesterday that he hadn't been expecting to see us for the appointment.</div><div><br /></div><div>We have been aware that Hugo's ribs aren't as apparent as usual and we've had to loosen his collar a notch, but we worried that this was because he was retaining fluid rather than just keeping weight on. He's also been paler than normal on a permanent basis now. Plus he'd had one particularly bad day since his last check up. The only positive note was that his diarrhoea had stopped.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last Friday we even made a trip that nobody should ever have to make with regards to such a young dog: we went to visit the new pet crematorium. Our experiences when we lost Bear and Kevinthecat were such that we knew that it was NOT what we wanted for Hugo. Fortunately, the crematorium based at <a href="http://www.overhill.co.uk/">Overhill Kennels</a> opened a few months ago and gave us the option of making things much easier when the dreaded time comes. No sitting in a freezer for days on end before being shipped down the M4 and another week before Hugo's ashes are returned. This wonderful place gives us the option of ensuring that Hugo's body is never left alone with anybody who didn't care about him. They can collect him if we can't cope with delivering him. They have a wonderful room where we can spend time saying goodbye (with music of our choice playing) for as long as we want. He will be treated with dignity and respect at all times. And he will only be away from us for 24 hours before being returned. Sophie felt that she needed to visit and speak to the staff who would be dealing with him and they were amazing. The lady we spoke to spoke only to Sophie and not me. She explained everything calmly and so beautifully. Sophie had quiet tears streaming down her face but came away feeling comforted that her beloved puppy would continue to be cared for in a way she wanted. We couldn't visit the memorial room as another family were spending time saying goodbye to their beloved pet, but we were invited back at another time. And we're going to take feisty, barky, naughty Hugo with us so that they can meet him and know HIM and not only the body of a poorly, tiny puppy. It felt like a morbid trip to be making, but are grateful that we have options and can make a plan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway. Back to the Very Special News.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oliver was thrilled to see Hugo at all but couldn't see what he was looking like as he was wearing a jumper and his harness. Naked, he still brought smiles from Oliver. He confirmed that it is weight gain and not fluid retention. Hugo was weighed and is now tipping the scales at a "whopping" 3.7kgs! He's put on half a kilo in the last month :o)</div><div><br /></div><div>Hugo's heart murmur can now be felt - and seen - clearly, but Oliver feels that the right-sided heart failure is progressing more than the left-sided. The right-sided heart failure is what's producing the symptoms: the fluid, the poor circulation, the compromised organs, etc. The left-sided heart failure is what produces the "bad" days where Hugo is flat, tired, grumpy and refusing to eat. The bad days are very few and far between at the moment and are the days that will govern when a decision is made.</div><div><br /></div><div>After receiving Hugo kisses and feeding him a well-earned Schmacko, Oliver gave us the most wonderful news. He feels Hugo is so well at the moment that he doesn't want to see him for another THREE MONTHS!!!!!!!!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>In 3 months, Hugo will have been with us for nearly 9 months, will have had his first birthday and will have celebrated his first proper Christmas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oliver made it clear that Hugo is still with us only because of the care that he has received from Sophie. She spent the whole evening with a grin from ear to ear!</div><div><br /></div><div>Told you it was Very Special News ;o) </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b>I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that Fionna and Lizzies Barn are covering all of Hugo's medical bills whilst also caring for all of the dogs currently at the Barn, so if you can possibly manage to help with a donation towards the cost of the little man's bills it would be so very much appreciated.</b></span></div><div><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><input border="0" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online." src="https://www.paypal.com/en_GB/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" name="submit" type="image"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" alt="" width="1" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_GB/i/scr/pixel.gif" height="1" /></div></form><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-65313925733016033112009-09-24T11:57:00.015+01:002009-09-24T20:20:15.991+01:00Very Special Update<div>I am very sorry that it has been so very very long since I posted an update but I have been very busy having very exciting time. Here's the deal: how about if I tell you all about my adventures since I last posted and show you all the photos and then my Nanny can tell you about what is happening to me? Brill. That way I get the good job :o)</div><div><br /></div><div>First of all, Mango and Mika had their birthdays. I think it was about when I last posted so I can't remember if I told you or not. Them lucky cats had sossidges and we did not have ANY! Not fair I say. Anyway, the big gingers reached 2 years old and Nanny says that it is a miracle they've made it this far because they are very very norty.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5VIREZKOUqbpHQfJxPwkcxgykQNMrFun3vUrBn8T8L0Z5wIAtvqQwUBSOU2epIEW9uhyphenhyphenHIj0kHMIYBh0QqlWp1y2Bjk6KCTEhrVGxKzirj2wX1eP_4hcHtzcJtPld_OTc-y97GBCPhs/s400/Boyssos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385009338326391554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Nanny told some of her friends in the internet about how I get very cold sometimes and can't make myself warm again very easily and so some of her lovely friends sent me presents to keep me warm!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These were from Amy who works with the <a href="http://www.oldies.org.uk/">Oldies Club</a> that Bear came from. The lovely red one her mum knitted especially for me! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifjXRMtKWzzn08EwHoesoc7-La26T0dyS6HeVOX_D9apeKQbFWMNvlPZidLgRyjOmYIM762BBK60_Q5trW-MPrnAxPMP5lNp05ifbMNi-BMxFSgaKH27M34_J0IrZqBEShlVmojHpbqc/s400/DSCF3063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385018304402171362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGv4UxZWGYIsM-ysqBEjLHBRchZIu356WtBNeBIVPAerGCCc5MrbNedIFWcd7E70CCt7LNyavMMI5WuLo_NVmZE9N0HRaeBNuG3MwDVSauz-E-NOxrLXhNWV5_dhHYtPW7Jfr4Y14UQS0/s400/DSCF3048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385018293488894770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjk_eZ_EYqWIAM3FR2_B-K0aD_8f5h0GMvCtQePT1g_D8nL1lPWsiIGUDiT7K0mfwwUHpybAuTN8xXRmR6iQlMjBicIA3m_tlsujJpYcr-f8iVD_4HOJPGgXGTbe_5qxDmZCO_hoY7eE/s400/DSCF3026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385018282151807506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And this one came from Nanny's friend Helen's friend. It was very comfy and I have worn it lots and lots.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLPLe_zYTer7YmzIrwlGY18tBicYRBvra_HMG6Pbd7DKJXCrz5o6nqNPq3piennkdTch2miHLrj6OFVmq8NJXbdNE7nDXn3tyaBOGdYXDcQ0RAXdS_FzbGpL_IyMkwlOJ6cKiMG9V1Eo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384992656725922402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The next exciting that happened was that I went on my first ever holiday!!! Sophie's Nanny and Grumpy had gone on holiday to Cornwall and we went to stay with them in their caravan for a few days. Flora was not happy because she was still not allowed out of the crate and so she was not allowed to run around on the beach with me and Bran (I think she was very lucky because the beach is horrible! It is cold and wet and windy and it is funny to walk on. Bran seemed to think it was the best thing ever though so I don't know what Flora thinks of it!).</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was my other new coat that my Auntie Nettie knitted specially for me too. She usually knits coats for dogs what are greyhound size so this was something very new for her. It kept me nice and warm when it was blowy in Cornwall.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbzLRtVEgZ_CzzZp_OJ8CIPz44IdClH197nUdDYzePecN04nPzpgRAWnMsgfIOfPmj0II_G80jdWUwkM6Ei4i78q63EVmRuk8nyJTUU9cB6wwJt5JxfqM_gyk3PSRdh_w14AY8c-fgp8/s400/DSCF3069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385018309488836978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I found out what hot chocolate tastes like for the first time! I liked it!!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoy78CGjF-7PBAJEUv_0Kd3JzMSZ9vPuR7oOOsEA2_4fAU_BSgQWVHj19MBkCSrS8szk8SXTTEaoUGInThQTdumegedqmyBFWAYNfUQ6Pt9xCetGwN4p2l-jxBnRE38ALd_S0OLLeL2pA/s400/DSCF3220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385048530043811250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I did sunbathing with my Grumpy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXqu1fGto2WpYMt8cgX0IG9ZoJ9OazuJAelTM9K6mWiMtOxUitDtL3DRlk9Jp4Q2GVc5NqNXBKpOmcXeRQKuFuc_A2dLHYER5D5mCUzYCxQCZjAfFfZkYpz0HyVVAhwz4d_-XPXc-BBY/s400/DSCF3336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385048534826855090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And we went for lots of walks. Well. Some of the walks were a bit too far for my little legs so I went for lots of carries.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zHfFg0bgEkr7Y61WYr3-M1zJmAfm_N5iy58WwsKjprqdEvV8N9ojbhSoGNBrGgeInQe6LHibWqY7LHdwDWW3ooduT38Bmf5CRpG2_o5r2qwT9g4vYUJg5KvXqPlIU33JL4oE_h5aF9s/s400/DSCF3102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385048523267782034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Not long after we came back from Cornwall (back to the lovely warm house!), Flora had to go back to <a href="http://www.langfordvets.co.uk/small_animal_hospital.htm">Langford Hospital</a> and see the special doctor who did her operation to see if she was all better and the special man said that she was and that she didn't have to stay in her crate any more and that she could go for walks and play in the garden and everything!! Nanny said that she ran out and jumped straight into the car without having to use her ramp.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When she came home she did celebrations in the garden with Bran like this....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWeDLyYE65aWTqvfcipLFQk36BwlNWSOq05elaLrUJEpAzn3NOEiy-plTU6Bdqx1X1lsLkKQINiG1wi17oO_4f8Iyp_u9aNxFb5NZI9f1-nKl8-jDBW8ORDc41ypxO3XUa6r4nA_M4M0/s400/DSCF3033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385018287405983154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Because she had only ever been in her crate since I came to live here, we had not ever been able to play together so we had lots of making up to do!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCM4-1j0mx2Vho86ysZosEOWcw4JmOqZ5L-uVWEWv_e_8N7cYxHXOoFRlLHMbi5uGKfMUIe9OWjGOMJIhXyhM96NTMQIHXDjgOlvUbZdiXIqjNddGOOoagUNGi5-FUsuu38iYn5C3Nnk/s400/Tug2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385056660451471826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">A little boy like me managed to win at tug with a great big girl like Flora!! How funny!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCX8xXl80lDj_jZf6o3bSvqAuh_MShdUZyhpX32na5iUB411A_jnPgyFM9TIpJKzyCCWW2NCa_RgwigDlCpJ-TPoJxv_k5OuzAchMSMS5fJal6lI1D_OOb8n76ijXDmVdLRiNpvOkzAvc/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384992669309376130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I even managed to beat her up at wrestling!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismre30jajy18ylTa2NGCmGcFpiZFxMldIHk0I2xJVxQvnweSk534iJSo0Y9TSVVkIq10yth9WUC_w2B9pOXVTG2plIAigAFRYxzSVxQ0Upodk3_76bwxiZpeTXsXMcz1oWWut86sxAww/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385000438455264066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">The best thing about having a big sister though, is that they are great to snuggle with xx</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBliD7L4FIgRV3WWdsJgWn9qUTuabKYjz1ZAwxgSwRS9Ga9MLM_7G3Q4ujpsLf62z4YQan7qmjwPSKfSLkVwuxHRNL7-is8H1ikktaSexLwaG-EgKzHVTM10qPSbd51r7Jh5cIaXoSFc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384992663523468306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6EHJxk0ceeuDBY1E1rMuwXsyAYoXj1Ozwcef_cuZnx1llZAA2TWc9Lw4oMAvYpgE8XqdvzUGFcY9KBx2b9xff4-GVznymSkZSFuQMvZ6nzPA4K3VbPKZxNgGRgJjl9iCNfXF4_56mik/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384992677018203778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9EUX5I-ZkY86Fcdj-utnZIpbPtaBejpjXOPs7D8J7w4OOsi2Wv_w2tQs6AsyXkusKqK3T7g_EsvMa3Ng_h833hPywEVcM2lZEDV_AmZa-VpmgAtbLkDhUrDVIiXU8y8DGMmz0e4HdlU/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384992685840127746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">My mummy and Jacob have been playing with lots of friends in our house: some I have met before but lots of them were new and I gave them all kisses and made them fall in love with me. Mwahahahaha!! Jacob stayed at Tom's house quite a lot as well so he's been away for long times.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I got to go to my first ever party and it was coooooooooooool!!! Nanny's friend Jenny was having a birthday party and it was something to do with rock music. I dunno what that is but everybody dressed up in strange clothes and painted their faces and wore jangly things in their ears and around their necks and wrists and then there were LOTS of people and very loud music. First of all, I was a bit frightened, but I got lots of cuddles and then I found out the best bit about parties - the food table!!! I was a very clever boy and sat right by the table looking very sad and I got all sorts of yummy treats from people who felt sorry for me ;o)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am going to be a television star soon! A lovely lady called Heike adopted a dog from <a href="http://lizziesbarn.co.uk/default.aspx">Lizzies Barn</a>. He was a very handsome collie called Jasper and Heike is a vet in a place called the Silly Islands! Anyway. There is a programme on the telly all about the people who live on Silly Islands called An Island Parish and Heike is often on it and so they came to do filming at my house when Heike and her little boy met Jasper. Heike's little boy liked me lots and the man with the camera and the other man asked lots of questions about me and did some filming of me. I think they are planning to give me a show all of my own because I am Very Special!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Flora had her birthday. She was 3 years old. On the same day, it was my half-birthday - I was 6 months old!! Flora very kindly shared her day (and the food) with me! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mummy and Nanny made us some deeeeeeeeeeelicious cakes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__UCswXr94Gc8us6s4g2lDWQKwGUw_GMdnuDD2td6FqcGnNgl4aRDf4ace089cPCW0YGk6VWuFeo9IhEuTJ7UF-AjGZMWaSrwBNI5nZMwUrTn_pK87fgy77nFtdrMgcHnGqmQGwDtoek/s400/Breakfast2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385009349285793874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I helped Flora to play with her new toy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1heMNokZvWlTW-huD_INEW5QdVg9GnVaFQMKaJ-YDqVDiUFCnxdSCsKgXZrvxuxtizShWOBg5jf06GNUZf1cNUEaeklh1eqqHxVf_3LruKjICa9hIHnNzF72dKzkWs4PTo5q_5qrRx3s/s400/FloHugo2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385052592246396146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mummy helped me to play with my new toy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxiEU2WhXKJwAQhAvQeSNm7JFJ8BEPCOjhKALPmT8WBIf6o02AqOjmtkwcI5EADHg11NjdxSbXSbRQkW5VBRfvvib3GwuBatC7MK3OLRTFSrYoZxx1vCAnAFIpV5NLG353aquhB1qNZNE/s400/Hugo5%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385052604893181538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I got my first ever bone!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JjEeDYMh96yhRyHo3qu0jQbbiqtXkpd6qr_IKxVMRhRmbhQ8kncpXaDcvq6hvnRDcxuChtIV3a3UX-lR6XBvrJpY0z8H97wwFCNOXC-W_x2ggLLxv6ouNWE9s-9WLNhyrR-KqLO0SS8/s400/Breakfast13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385009353357586050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then I had to sleep all the excitement off</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcgGDt-DBBDlEUZF_f_XLzD13seq_rGyPRyiZD5owNx3pmMDn-wPsMY3pPKo2xuQl2eZJqjjsHx7eZahz6ii_bKsnZ-gNc304c9odtKHzCS-LVZLbbYjRQh8wTz7JmXk4a3ZO4YqhqH0/s400/Gremlin%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385052603982468994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mummy and Jacob went to Cornwall again with Granny and Grumpy for a few days and so me and Nanny and Flora and Bran went to go and stay at the <a href="http://lizziesbarn.co.uk/default.aspx">Barn</a> with Auntie Fi for a few days. While I was there, I caught up with some of my friends who were there when I was staying before and met some of the new dogs who were looking for homes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was very sad to see that my friend Whitney was still there. She is great fun and loves to bounce and play and give the people big kisses (just like me!).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI857M4qT87ag8RvedOfrebfOvvGHdHeaO2xvjpokokXyWVmvdGAMIInfjZBe1dK1LUQTZBIS-IVtzr_2Xd7Ikm2iM-r4oYfs-mZ9SMpYMnXDCWy9lVCfbnHGpY2UyWO9c0WRQUldi_KA/s1600-h/Whitney2%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI857M4qT87ag8RvedOfrebfOvvGHdHeaO2xvjpokokXyWVmvdGAMIInfjZBe1dK1LUQTZBIS-IVtzr_2Xd7Ikm2iM-r4oYfs-mZ9SMpYMnXDCWy9lVCfbnHGpY2UyWO9c0WRQUldi_KA/s400/Whitney2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385057154401038354" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">She even sleeps in silly ways just like me!! I hope she finds a new home soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_NumAkJcG-8eEK28M0QPqQ_1nB6K2vkMP_cp3uNTBj0hf5_7R97Q9zbyw_KNcp0lmL3kwABSqeuXm0rqreR8s4Amr4qR9veHGae06XPLKC2DiTUH5jJVTdnvLwzk9Di10j1ooV71DsU/s1600-h/Whitney%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_NumAkJcG-8eEK28M0QPqQ_1nB6K2vkMP_cp3uNTBj0hf5_7R97Q9zbyw_KNcp0lmL3kwABSqeuXm0rqreR8s4Amr4qR9veHGae06XPLKC2DiTUH5jJVTdnvLwzk9Di10j1ooV71DsU/s400/Whitney%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385057149194555458" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me sleeping in an even sillier way than Whitney!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFXYesr0xITb2lSC4sPF36vT06unMHBuRrvxTTrvrIOMHtb0S1YgRQ93_AQSyzmeZWcy4oQPdEJ-QbmKgV-satY6MNpUNBQtJkvGUXsVePlV2jiiCo7DYV4mrqm_4f4ksY_o9J8B38lg/s400/Hugo7%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053798937535634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">While we were staying at the <a href="http://lizziesbarn.co.uk/default.aspx">Barn</a>, I did this for the first time too......</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHEYa0X32ypFn1aNT8uRwR9ryA3njSIsh0nt_2x1-geYuDBABIr2tMtywCYvVzhegCcO8WM7k95QTNJVPXsbsaOo7_cab94VZuN9tNyR7pCa-eauRW71fCmOgZrnXm8JnutdmUb6gaTE/s400/My3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385054793406410146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Nanny got wet eyes when she saw us all snuggled up together. Silly Nanny!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Auntie Fi went on holiday for a while and Orca came to stay with us. When Orca came before we did some scrapping and Auntie Fi said that it was something to do with balls. We didn't even fight over the toys most of the time so I don't know what she's on about!! Anyway, before Orca came to stay with us, Auntie Fi took his balls away (I think he must have been very naughty) and so we did not do fighting any more.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well......just a bit.......and we managed to drive my mummy crazy......</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmGKh3O-e_0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmGKh3O-e_0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEvOnGbVDJp0Y0KUTOtEhCco47YCKVGQ0_-3YG5QgSUdDxDB0rpYjfdydMJoEy6sGolhKnyqUCuj2Js1TA5DQTX77MYMc06KvOtuc7Ey-y89nJaB1Fs632tXrehoQG56fqg2c3-6e3Lk/s400/All.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385000461716623794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Remember I mentioned the <a href="http://www.oldies.org.uk/">Oldies Club</a> earlier? Lovely Amy sent me lots of coats. Remember? Well. Lots of people who do work for the <a href="http://www.oldies.org.uk/">Oldies Club</a> or have adopted a dog from the <a href="http://www.oldies.org.uk/">Oldies Club</a> or help the <a href="http://www.oldies.org.uk/">Oldies Club</a> or just like the <a href="http://www.oldies.org.uk/">Oldies Club</a> got together for a holiday!</div><div><br /></div><div>Me and Mummy and Nanny and Bran and Orca went to the holiday where we stayed in our tent at a lovely campsite called <a href="http://www.cotswoldview.co.uk/">Cotswold View</a>. Some people weren't as brave as us and stayed in a building called a Bed and Breakfast on the campsite. Chickens ;o) </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I got to do lots of walking with my friends Jed and Bo and China and Toastie and their mummy, Georgina.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqxZ9NuoEfv7q3LgLQwH1cEk-WDcYUls0pnv1J6If0chCHRTkmzUTZfYG7qR6xwgU_7hyphenhyphenYrq-1kRFeC9_I0ZbuoiBkKfDzrCNueCC_G_7Hd9NC_g8ty0u73404pLMoRZaNWpreuOPluY/s1600-h/Walk%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqxZ9NuoEfv7q3LgLQwH1cEk-WDcYUls0pnv1J6If0chCHRTkmzUTZfYG7qR6xwgU_7hyphenhyphenYrq-1kRFeC9_I0ZbuoiBkKfDzrCNueCC_G_7Hd9NC_g8ty0u73404pLMoRZaNWpreuOPluY/s400/Walk%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385057145188870258" /></a>I got to meet lots and lots of new people. Somebody thought it would be a good idea for me to have my photograph taken with a very famous bear called <a href="http://www.dogstarfoundation.com/?ABOUT_DOGSTAR:SIRIUS'_STORY">Sirius</a> (he is a "roving reporter" for <a href="http://www.dogstarfoundation.com/?ABOUT_DOGSTAR">Dogstar Foundation</a> who help lots of dogs in a place called Sri Lanka). Unfortunately, when the photograph was taken, I was having a bit of a tantrum and I was not very nice to him. Oops!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHTfk5uZNFzo-FSuPzOvn2VN7NVWl0UxtrzJ_bWWmmlhzQqNW9XTqoQa_KnV4fCHwpSDife4usie3x654Mq0KzduDgidkwW65nzd1A8O5-zAiaLbOhyphenhyphenBjCJLx862lByhaKgzWNc2K3LY/s400/HugoSirius%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053815371296114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mummy decided to let me have a go at something called "agility". It meant that I got to do some exciting things like running through a tunnel and weaving through poles and jumping over things. It was fab fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5NopSB4MrJhgzAY3XonG1eC-dc_gsd8RH0MP-KSayxr0lrlY2DinDH2B8FZkCSgLkvpVDpgd_w_oia4nNjqxoBJpiz5Maki2JWM2IE4xFlEcNgfguoJw9PiBIWBhkn6podo15xA1k64/s400/Agility3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385000454350789778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And guess what? I did the second fastest agility run and I got a rosette that said that I was Special!! My mummy was very proud of me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52iKJejAqBHhGoaGnvxBg5LX_XepJUJUd2z2cB9Yq1sfc47qdDtS7S9hxxYg6VowEOrDyhNcpMYoHyF8cPnMGzpXhkJp_E4oMQdHPd2Mr9Ayyjaf7gsHnJKoxX0z0UPXnUE1Ryvq1Wzw/s400/Rosette%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385054809000368450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">You know how I said that I was a bit rude to Sirius? Well. Actually. I was a bit rude to lots of the dogs. My mummy and nanny told me off and told me that I should be a bit more respectful because they were all older than me. Well I tried! But it's hard. And barking is so much more fun!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was even rude to my friend Toastie and I am very sad that I did that because not very long after the holiday, Toastie went to live at Rainbow Bridge :o( I hope that he knows that I didn't mean to be rude to him. He was a very lovely friend x</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3tdKgI70xxITaAsd6PqcKI_v9xb6fn8d362KLIyA804mcz8SdQRaUH17k6U0AWPcyZjwnwy1jJqJiSghs7VrNTvKfSaJifaJtcqtlIB8o06ToYxBSruUJqgFDp4aPbfgefR1SqZbH1g/s400/Toastietongue%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385055686392607522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>Lots of people had cameras while we were on the holiday and one lovely lady who is my Nanny's friend was there with her very nice husband and her very beautiful dog called Cherry (who is a bit of a tart!) and her very handsome old man dog called Spike. They loved me lots and kept trying to steal me away from my Mummy!! Anyway, the lovely lady (who is called Marge) took this very lovely photograph of me and my Mummy having a cuddle. I think it is my favouritest ever photo of us.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVHKiwyFfo1EiisjSPnOnbQiwHl70YWLaYuXYq2bueA2lU-d_BY5fewhNMUs6G3DlnbxxzH33a8cC37Y1ZIy4Nfk3J2LAuKzvp8Eq12eFpBl9AW5SkLX-FW6AiVIn9ZvXoxNBhcmlZvA/s400/MSophHugo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385054788318737330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was not rude to Marge's old man dog Spike just in case she did manage to steal me and I had to go and live with them. Not very long ago Spike went to live at the Rainbow Bridge as well. Spike and Toastie were great friends so I like to think that they are running and playing together again now x</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8k2baItEUmVLqqc9-WPmhJ6ZiFfcgeLoOFu0kiDRa9x4JSBR9Js9X1ufbJIUMGocC-VQTdPJ-bQTdalQJNtHtD33Te3eLHWoGblBcDeJlMteOcVknObXqeMaoVx12h-3hq73R7RrTV0/s400/Spike%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385055658435614962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>A very exciting day what was nothing to do with me really happened a bit after our holiday. It was my Mummy's birthday!! Nanny and Jacob put lots and lots of balloons and banners and sparkly things over the house when Mummy was in bed and so it was a big surprise for her when she woke up in the morning. Lots of people came to visit and brought presents for Mummy and there was lots of yummy things to eat.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Us dogs decided that there were so many presents that we should help Mummy with opening them</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePgVVZHP0JeQdAZDxk482gCsWLPeIgp1utOPxF-fr8og_jVD8mEnrAZh-a-5cP70TYv7YGv_gcBdRoDv4SHrJSddcCu4_3zU6UbLr1_yApDXaXhIpzaL44G_U6XZlf0pGOB5aNeTkRWE/s400/Picture+128%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385054797320009298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But then me and Orca got a bit bored and did some wrestling instead</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00F1VfDdp7JD-5ZCBDXSPRr9LIqDwjJv8D7wQ8RjqtwlJasI8G2I5Tja3bP2fk8ZlkdXP0OzDC91DbjGwuEhZUpVZxB152LgpZpSRkASQuSeHCrfnmkeSoK6aTmNSDJhyphenhyphenAbnzEj8ySzo/s400/Picture+185%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385054799626208866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Nanny decided to go camping with her friend Dee and my internet friend <a href="http://dee-muppetry.blogspot.com/">Muppet</a> to a place called <a href="http://www.bo-peep.demon.co.uk/index.htm">Bo-Peep Campsite</a> and only took Bran and Orca with her :o( Me and Mummy and Jacob and Flora stayed at Nanny's house and I think we probably had much more fun than they did. At least I didn't end up looking like this......</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMvVjQnCDoQA69Gkcsw2eNqYhA7CwkU2JRfEeFY092ceT42vODrK08CT41DmLK67ZFn_lAfKRmLOvwdbdLI84mz0KwSpqAkhTens4LzkLWK-Kc5YWAy61CpDDHq1hJSVOYVBPXLb_z7Cc/s400/BoPeep1+032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385009333171436578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsUz67L0KxF9rXjDBLFmWHDcTTbJ2w1qjaZ7uH_4jYusA7vq0BoSAjyxQsUTc_hPEWZWC13vu49d7j6EP2kUHOjNRomp516ueugunijPciLQkpJMrYYEhhHDML0wW1Bv426g9NtPXWvE/s400/BoPeep1+026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385000468118144562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Qc54qLurim7heijJ1L0jF4sv0MkaFvSD5EPE9g_wazXj4vmREEatWtnOdptOzuKrmyRW1ea1kCdYkdC0gU_z3L2NSfBQxGgCgcEowrIpRNgkxFzksSLzpJ99lykYNeW8av0QxWRMxOQ/s400/BoPeep1+027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385009324627251378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Although they did come back and say that they had a brilliant time because there were walks specially for dogs all over the place and they went to the pub for lunch and chased ducks and pigeons and went swimming in a river and found a very special muddy spot that only dogs could get to and not peoples so they could get as muddy as they wanted and Nanny and Dee could not stop them! Harrumph!</div><div><br /></div><div>And then we went on yet another holiday. This time we went to a place called the Peak District. There were loads and loads of sheep and cows and lots more new people and lots of people who I had met before and everybody took it in turn to give me big cuddles.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBtgPrKkqGgIIASm1hPdcg0GS5Bi6ZgzpHGhWmR6ZcfyMIJ4hAp8vJ4d-O3QpJy3ED1_-iHXCX4qOUS7dtjG7lnWWpHpFXwOSfin7dw9H9nxiQrFFkcJmz_KGzoUsD4Shi2tswAZfdlrc/s1600-h/Upload1808+820%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBtgPrKkqGgIIASm1hPdcg0GS5Bi6ZgzpHGhWmR6ZcfyMIJ4hAp8vJ4d-O3QpJy3ED1_-iHXCX4qOUS7dtjG7lnWWpHpFXwOSfin7dw9H9nxiQrFFkcJmz_KGzoUsD4Shi2tswAZfdlrc/s400/Upload1808+820%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385056681763641938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1OfQyqj5qjsxgpIYqqPC01A0YJIrWse6LgUmzbWJIVPeiUj1tGEZh1AnOstUb5S2fAlKABsFUzQjwCX1mqAhvKpgOjKMtWKQFoQpc0k7lfmFQbOebTBzOomDtgMvdmRmnNE_TwzbHJ0/s1600-h/Upload1808+639%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1OfQyqj5qjsxgpIYqqPC01A0YJIrWse6LgUmzbWJIVPeiUj1tGEZh1AnOstUb5S2fAlKABsFUzQjwCX1mqAhvKpgOjKMtWKQFoQpc0k7lfmFQbOebTBzOomDtgMvdmRmnNE_TwzbHJ0/s400/Upload1808+639%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385056678812467538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jwN3RsOitJQhiogfgcxrny9vrdVvd8E2V-FaYnDmfjbToOHoYjxWgdCg-1UX1QGamX5sWLlmxVDT2DqHFWgJ1o1ZYzGPxRl8EJl26dcw8LcFDl-N_CSMnMmdDBNBIaO83TQiKvZfp3Q/s1600-h/Upload1808+629%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jwN3RsOitJQhiogfgcxrny9vrdVvd8E2V-FaYnDmfjbToOHoYjxWgdCg-1UX1QGamX5sWLlmxVDT2DqHFWgJ1o1ZYzGPxRl8EJl26dcw8LcFDl-N_CSMnMmdDBNBIaO83TQiKvZfp3Q/s400/Upload1808+629%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385056673320395442" /></a><br /></div><div>While we were on holiday, I did a very clever trick to gets lots of extra fuss and treats: I made my gums change colour and refused to play much. Nanny worried and took me to see a new vet. He was very surprised when he saw me and looked like this -----> :oO He said that he had read my history and had expected to see a very poorly puppy. Silly man. By then, I'd got bored with the game and had made my gums pink again and was bouncing all over the vet ;o)</div><div><br /></div><div>When we came home from Peak Camp, we brought home Jacob's friend Tom and Sophie's friend Bethany as well. While they were here I demonstrated my amazing skills.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My humping skills</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27910mIXSn3Au8GLZk4gOccEN5ET7GLMKdo7ay3v7RoRR61KhCDYFTV6Np7TNguSY2sVO7gKmRq2YL7QA-lgnQ3De0UjHLLVZgk3TMLWAc7pAFZXOiNK4rrmoibnodWAeCvlNuOf4X1o/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385000442128028146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My getting stuck on the patio table skills</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXqs4Ss9KvduVVK9UD6R3yNrIBA5UaKfkEoi2am0e_6_cFEomP36_PdxZO3R8yCrLHBxMzTLpBn7a0EIPfMdNP-jSSag0JJDQdOdWG6-axRjkBttrNNigZu9d0i1XiGLapGCcYc3ARBY/s400/Stuck1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385055670727732866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2wx6N7d6em2FQYn8S90aourWdRBkuqdpGzLCXGvWXUJw2ucmmKGGQTlE6GkBYUV2xwssbDkKtfRjeo08EkDwyw0Xpc7kUN8wP2BRVkUfJHFdG8mSp5bPhbjB30-e-fO12EQ18gTxaT8/s400/Stuck2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385055671480733154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My hogging the big bed skills</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibI2u4zTCgZ6ZCDbQE6WU9s8uK1ustz6brZkadFlpWtFzoLeh1Yy0bs4VgHp4-1bViDKMraVcMirdxth_6kEmlluXvYl5hFogY7dEeSjXVnJOWIItkGLxlFI_4foY_Kvh7UDsVq3peHho/s400/DSCF6005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385048544239103778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My sharing the best sunny spot skills</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHm15FDiy_duy0W74XUH9D8WUXoRSWX_hoH0OKpFXN18Pg1t6E2YF7Ro0DX13tlc8kZF42TXCtXmIW17sPqtMzqsmJT7bT4Uvka5XQlxtnS_VHZ6a07qtujJh76DPI-RHbp8zH92Bgfzo/s400/Sun+Trio+2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385055682496818914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi435vkygzER9QVlRPV2BAOTb6dQCEXQCfvMskrkpcmtkuu1fB3Qp3A05ETNb2v4PC_w3YRi5dzl3gJmvSB-nufVDwUnLHcpGxpq4EApWvRgYCpInrvsFt5KmTg7VqhAFUjvk19QffzxKQ/s400/DSCF7004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385048553150883938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My chomping on the biggest bone skills</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmkZqOYwEYsDPHpOjihS5ghh58vOIPzhYU_4TlSEkqP_Ppohw3GhkU53kkptflJOK4mClFRYJdsKkswefiM7XjVxYAKnoHyIdhXl9wb3frGPo5Ccq_48PZOmpom4r6lGzuISoT9bG3xnc/s400/Hugobone2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053805023302194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My keyboard mastery skills</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHS5kcRotKg8BqbCfchGs8psiVH7naqwIh2kIvflfVXtV09lXpjl4rQiU74wBGu6o11PUo8RLFdd1hyphenhyphenGS8Nlfaf94pA5nRDNT-9h2NuyK3UO8HNNGEj5bGYrwEPCBWl6R1wD-u7cHNAU/s400/Laptop%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053822754940434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I got the other dogs to help me to display our colour co-ordination sleep pattern skills</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgDEOxJbPacGJtyTI6FeX0K7Q8ybkkVXe4vJOpGxC16TH0JF9waiQhm4SCq6R-IPlchBFQ39yNSSS56N-7v8xsKR-bGFTrLBL_W9653eRzyj40sVFdHimfloUD2EuiSG75XAG9ggBibI/s1600-h/Upload1808+488%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgDEOxJbPacGJtyTI6FeX0K7Q8ybkkVXe4vJOpGxC16TH0JF9waiQhm4SCq6R-IPlchBFQ39yNSSS56N-7v8xsKR-bGFTrLBL_W9653eRzyj40sVFdHimfloUD2EuiSG75XAG9ggBibI/s400/Upload1808+488%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385056665024885282" /></a></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And then Auntie Fi came back and stayed at our house for a little bit. While she was staying with us one of Mummy's friend's called Sian came to visit and she brought her dogs who are called Rhomi and Rocket. Rocket is a bit taller than me but barks like me and has furrier hair than me. Rhomi is GIGANTIC but I told her who was boss and she accepted that (or something like that anyway).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then we went on another holiday!!! Bran and Flora went to stay with Granny but me and Mummy and Nanny and Jacob and Auntie Fi went in the van and on a boat and went to a place called Ireland.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I travelled in the back of the van with Mummy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjo4BLiYBerc8nt8Y8jIHcEWu_tegHaKYSG4-c5mN_rhWWoAiJtf0nnpwwJP6_LZ8TOsoOrcCB33t-yqDY_D7RnP2WGVaS0NkmQakfqMoUw09a_fK6NxvvYAI0oniw9nEensrCe7TZe1Q/s400/DSCF7060%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049962807195746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I got to stay in a hotel for the first time ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzzvMOLNkksGrlSzxD7abvkX3SXbz-8M8gyNLvToxbaCM-JWRfWmhCaIZOhqxo_FcVHM4YOnqxpPMnSnvNUHm3GCIq_e4HVxdJwKy533xZQZJ4qa76daMfo7zJq_ILJ1wUM7VNO_FzMQ/s400/DSCF7080%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049964242295810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was in charge of waking Auntie Fi up because nobody else could do it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhR6wKaL6MuWMpKMz1C0KcVgL3eGIOtM5S8Nsmkq_7EP59BL50JyYYxKkJ6I0qHATM7MRs1vfAVgP5cHAMWQErdwgbgXqVO8FEvqyuAzw5airz0KvzC-0uYHStPDW56piu44OAtoHvx6A/s400/DSCF7142%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385051733825943426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I sneaky pinched some of Mummy's holiday breakfast</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt3PlI4FgTElu5fUB8ZZWZBB2gdipZ-ubR3i2dFY3NRkf-fMFgjE7OhBHpSqmYI6sD9R6I_crD86DlxAIGLbDDE_gYVq_N3DLaB6oY-RAP5O8dipFLOSWq_HJvBcYsCAnIr4RyFqrSzc/s400/DSCF7150%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385051742287432306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I met some famous people who didn't move very much</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0jdHjhV7GbV8wcumPr93aGbs_092t9j5ZmDp3KWfFTv-y13UfQv1_rsAs8bUGiwZ4bBpAdAz1TV6G0a-fkKHSXtGRrXpirSDVj2lybHMX521IAJUOPEePfQmNER5LJUQGn0_1w2v-Ib0/s400/DSCF7179%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385051748607425922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I went paddling in some fountains</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_5pBgSUfTWD0AnDtV0U6TY0ubc2KLVhG-NMEosmBx7DkT1o72Zloz5KOX1Iigrd-YYnNS44Y32oP-PZXrOaEg3YpRF2ev4dQBgPzYASWEshvYbK8HvdnfcSUpLsujz0KXZl7p43bqa8/s400/DSCF7245%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385051749979089970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why we had to come to Ireland</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSRK60eMvc91lfDjLqSrSLdGHBjuu6zhLwrBvpyX1jMsmlqsR3vCenkxfuZsI9EcZGXulLfA8XxOU8rjTpYiscPgmesNkYoBEaFsXKtmM7nLYAhZTbT14ShpVXPqPkoFCARUi6YsiZTvc/s400/DSCF7118%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385051730806637618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Their mummy and daddy ended up at a rescue there called the <a href="http://www.galway-spca.com/home.htm">Galway SPCA</a> and Auntie Fi sometimes helps them by bringing some of their dogs that they can't find homes for to <a href="http://lizziesbarn.co.uk/default.aspx">Lizzies Barn</a> where she finds them brilliant homes. When the mummy and daddy went to the rescue they were so thin that nobody knew that the mummy was going to have babies. Auntie Fi had already said that they could come to <a href="http://lizziesbarn.co.uk/default.aspx">Lizzies Barn</a> so when they had 10 babies she said she'd help them too. As there were so many of them, she thought it was best if we went to collect them so that we could look after them all the way home. We brought home some other dogs too, including another girl dog and her puppies. They were found by the side of a ditch when the puppies were only 4 days old :o( You can see photos of them on Auntie Fi's website: <a href="http://lizziesbarn.co.uk/default.aspx">Lizzies Barn website</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just after we got back from Ireland, Grumpy came back. He had been to China to work for a lonnnnnnnnnng time and I missed him lots and lots. He was very pleased to see me and I gave him great big kisses to let him know that I was pleased to see him too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just the other day we went over to Wales again. This time we met Auntie Loobie and Mummy and Nanny went shopping whilst I waited in the car with Jacob. He said we were the lucky ones because shopping is borrrrrrrrrring but when Mummy and Nanny came back I thought he might be wrong!! They came out with bags that smelled of treats and toys! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We drove in the car to Auntie Loobie's house and I had to wait in the car again while everyone went to coo over this little dog.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij4uk6C8EomMDwhDSrciM40vGfuKDytldhbIWDmm-MDvICPQ9BYGWUhd328TNcw6ezBlQAkPlmwYVh0GzWHY3BemfH9s8tFYVJ_zbAkwY1nUeKp6sNn5RG9UEjUA_OhM7u54M_X8Ugyf8/s400/DSCF7251%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385052583446419234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">His name is Stanley and he is only 5 weeks old so he is not allowed to meet other dogs yet. When he is a bit bigger, Auntie Loobie has promised that she will bring him to my house for a visit when I can play with him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stanley has got a big sister (just like me!) and her name is Ashley. Isn't she beautiful?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERZRoztgp9tSWVdM_FLgVhfJTHALMOHHLb7mtuH-Z1bX8_SJ5jPc2LvtE_mmshzDyfc5ZTUFmd-gQR7Eeu1qGTDK-NEKgDCXR5nxjDL9EX9wy2jYGT88zLZxQP_2GeOyxLZzJmlTBH44/s400/DSCF7279%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385052591054340322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When we got back to our house, Nanny let us see what was in her shopping bags and I was right! There were treats and LOTS of new toys. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me and Flora played tug....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5tJn1lwSO7XE4gl22g1X_wLGo0cnQLaMQ_3a5TOsGYvp6FXxT_ZUpuGHDXABTKOcSrF1nvs3y2yxX2b8Zzb_TlkoCDRqE6SU_bI9mjExowLQTZI65CJ-j6b7_tsssddjN-VPjZUX0iU/s400/DSCF7011%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049942887562146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and then I had to stop everybody from playing so that I could tidy up</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL0F2KET2fb4TJiSnEsJVxYloeQ5Y47kpmY-5VdNBL8WeM0uaXD49qlpuH1SX-etvT07bSCECHUJfYWfyJXMWVF1FAduHGfR8m8zjYJgvjZSv_YAG1xWCklAoLhrGoPyUmsTLUB_qGkAk/s400/DSCF7028%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049947739118866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So that's nearly the end of my bit. See what I mean about being busy??? I'm very happy and have a lovely time playing with everybody in my family.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love my big brother and sister</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmy3ISaNeWb0aVBIIomeSlstuuSKy9io0qw0vXnVdRxWz0MEap47QWxH0THoQObJzoYO54bVSoxYjbey11JGRQzySv8Z0F-08UYtkM-Uj13m279mPPs5TrXJOnn3Oh-jnaeRJEllUFZiI/s400/DSCF7031%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385049954032879794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and I get bigger and more handsome every day!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFRiJUCw7iNky3Ern9GLG5CDsk60WsoBEmo7S2VmUWRyUwINqb3QoXjYevGryTyh9JNtzZ_vBkygyb48TUSCF47tlXh4AmCkSTx6X0dXbxJimdaMdeC6B4d81PDVjrxwCs4saWFkLTjw/s1600-h/Hugoedit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFRiJUCw7iNky3Ern9GLG5CDsk60WsoBEmo7S2VmUWRyUwINqb3QoXjYevGryTyh9JNtzZ_vBkygyb48TUSCF47tlXh4AmCkSTx6X0dXbxJimdaMdeC6B4d81PDVjrxwCs4saWFkLTjw/s400/Hugoedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053811117484322" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The last very important thing to tell you is that today I am 9 months old. Nanny has been getting wet eyes again because I don't think that they thought I would ever be 9 months old for some reason. Silly Nanny!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Nanny's update: As you can see, Hugo is still very much our Hugo at the moment. You may remember at the end of our last update that Hugo was being treated for a persistent cough: this turned out to be a collapsing trachea. It doesn't bother him, just causes him to cough from time to time. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>However, back at the end of July we noticed that Hugo had lost weight and he went back to Oliver (his cardiologist at <a href="http://www.highcroftvet.co.uk/">Highcroft Vets</a>) and had a day visit for several tests. Sadly, the scan confirmed that Hugo had gone into right sided heart failure. Oliver put him on some medication and told us to make the most of our time with him. He gave us a month's supply of medication, but I don't think he was really expecting us back. A month later, we were back for more meds, but Oliver confirmed that the heart failure was progressing, that Hugo had lost more weight and increased his medications to stop fluid build-up. Again, we were given a month's supply of meds and told to make the most of each day. We also had The Discussion. We're shortly to go and collect more medication!! And we still have to wait outside each visit as Hugo causes so much disruption each time we go in!</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Overnight, it would appear that Hugo's heart output and circulation drop dangerously low and so he starts each morning with very grey gums and feeling very cold. Within half an hour or so of waking, he is generally nice and warm and pink again and causing his own brand of chaos. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>So it would appear that our little man is something of a medical miracle. Despite being given 6 months back at the very beginning of May, the changes in his health have been so drastic that we really didn't think he'd still be here. In a few days, he will have been us for 5 months! Whilst the little man is still living life to the full without pain and suffering, we're happy to follow his example and ignore what's going on inside and concentrate on just enjoying life!! </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I promise to try to keep the updates shorter and more frequent!!</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Thank you all immensely for the ongoing support. It means more than we could ever say xxx</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-32605330051698409572009-05-17T00:26:00.005+01:002009-05-17T01:27:01.198+01:00A Very Special Saturday<div style="text-align: left;">I was a very cold boy today :o( It was cold and wet in the garden and I stood shaking on the grass instead of doing a wee-wee. Nanny asked Sophie to find something for me to wear because my hoodie doesn't keep me warm enough. She brought down a snuggly jumper with Christmas on it. I don't know what "Christmas" is but it was very warm.<br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Then I snuggled up on Mummy's lap while she watched the telly.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCAgbFDasCx4MZTMY0CsP8dyaD_XVNWA3zwcGP3tbAu11lsWWc3QI50GHBStasQ-zB1KxLHrAldWk5s0DQBWdgxuLjxHnQ-UjjSoQWLs4qU4TtORoGxiq4XlvtJfDoddzJkU3pyki9Fgw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336569705203039890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXQqsYtTfWp1ApM-RGnjvN95JIp-bx2DIGRBRtNIJsqraXyvkhRC_3bRKhz1fV09Act_IfWRTxXPsuBAujohlUPtuEKTP3dUD-9i9RzvR8t9WdkDZfAdK4vPei_D0h5WoXR017MUBSbo/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336576610312394594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHAjriq-y6Zg0tXDJltQdaq0QDgb69Xg8-tjeLQqek8amgvyMxQ2IM50UklKU1UL6Y5HQxFgxafysJ50Zqmbu4qOyCe9jdleZ_Emga5hwtybT1bfs7MNZRWq_ihrlug3yJJ8NpByT0xY/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336569709665192706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhw9oMonbKjq0Hani1WoOMoEbfWms-InBCjRHpUBWce925HUE9ZJlM_1Hoqbh0Ux1cWCW50qXnZXxpwvu7oWzUyZhBA87gLnS5pPqt-1RnUS0FCCDSmMnCstjzciSv-Z7G_jwfJHTKa4/s400/4.jpg" /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazv8Qtg0vjwilC_b_t3nJ20KAeKQu0W0oiN3qQkLGzFGj1sv6QQNMXgbNaQhcfILOaO35XilS0yJx926tX1EM9RmJXV_eUeKHRCSJR8YDiqsz0Q-WkBMREHI7XKZ3YAQe1eZY8d7Onxw/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336569718822641714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEMyUNBANxbBCV-FgolzHLQTznQeI5L6gvdQw9arNQzAF0uqRxKnBGGTyAA4lcFVnuWHenRyE5bLxRDf84ViJvdRv9S7XzlBdrzPoKfskZo-jIL9fEgNu1N39FCOZYWtYBJ5swgrg1ej8/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336574334472056722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I did wake up eventually and played a game of tug with my Mummy and my little doggy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Ca9V0UkM2I&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Ca9V0UkM2I&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After our game of tug, something awful happened!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mummy said that I was a bit smelly and so I was taken out to the kitchen and put in a bowl in the sink!!! I was not sure about it at all......</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZTRA_MyjoAs1eb3ejiXOdjBYEEipLA4OgbFijFfo26AB6jwyHXu2wuM9zKWTOWFvLUK2dLXgFkq4phaw-oW1ayLL6wLpOh-s1yzYDgGB6WIdPz_tYebCjLi70q2QhfjaAj1Fhyphenhyphen44f7M/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336574342033714994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5m9hcE6liS7ucWHRdNnYaRpWBgQGwp6swlbRcIHCM67vMsHRGiLuqItWF1rAoM4JkCtV8YrkUxNhO7USVoSdWO2TTn-17JOOlJl3ZqBh9Z4UlOdSRY6KiQslkWeBRT_nf9huDE3Xy8Y/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336574343884101538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and then my mummy - who says she loves me - poured water on me!!! Alright. So it was quite nice and lovely warm water, but still!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKi2zef0aisrBFBSZ8WOBaoCwPfyYUuCmT_meQpWHdl-XCD5-m4-FduKe3_3KlfM1J6pLQDEO5fg3J3Y0YyB0cGvXcBAQWnvDhkeKdWoc180j22sRlxdrKpfDxgiH6dwcSr5lxlerh5Mk/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336574348558918498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div>She poured the water ALL over me! Just look how wet I was :o(</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYyL774sznwHFmBIupfEtkxNut6_mtHnEZLTZpUdgFribznpTVPZYCBdUgxsj9BcGgY853QNEtWxMAsEX_B8sU26trzH6yrf2Cs59LXst4Fm6LJ5__03XYQbEseU2Kkg9LRSEeTQf4bg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336574346766460978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">My mummy then rubbed her hands all over me (that felt quite nice!) but she left bubbles all over me!<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0YVrqmeAH64AbFtEPjEL0HkyGLRiAbtWRmjVbjYFcv8CP6ag9RywrRgOm8v1dFrsVERMWr-4U6SEI0v7FQdZnngeEFfBSqAr7QsUU8_iNVna2lMheaSi9LJtDQCG9PKSVRcHyGS8KohM/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336576615980964754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">And then she poured soooooooooo much water over me that I had to go shake-a-shake-a-shake-a-shake!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiciev8aiXpD7PkBXaLRC-cb4MK_m3fAPg8RVj3Mlv_AGOOKfpacLTNhyphenhyphen57wv4E1eKw8-XKLTlfSL5-lNfELv0uDiaaodEAz6bAAWuQcLw8QO3Bb0gutJYUJqiTVxiJaJR1qAiJ2jp8028/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336576621435051586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there I was - cold and wet - but had to admit that I smelled pretty good and felt pretty good too! But I was still cold and wet >:o(</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2H0JQAPayBMQZZH01P2prxCriBYOcUIrq_BosVNFhwazZ83QfdVfDhoIiL1WnInQETXsZD6PxyAAV1YsT8csim8T2TSObpuTBeNlUd_W9xnyLeNixQrNkjQaAQMQdgrgqXTB8WhmE2tY/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336576623454863826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then another quite nice bit happened. Mummy wrapped me up in a great big towel and gave me a great big snuggle for being a good boy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuimbUkbSOl-tsx28gzRlkpOqFl2jBmHUjM8WUTJQ43is7woSUOZh7wSm2K6E9UPmkNGsQuY5cefOZArdFdJaUEzHyZ1ZwABw5_urysotagKVFtaTKqlaQ0zG5nuZARpt1kijLgb205x0/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336576623533591666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1WxSJoJ1uoNq2cus13kKPhkFan8wvNb_T1WBaPTtbUWGokJw03Z9qu_weLwm9CH8jImvyu593fcp7unFsqqLbYpo7AVdZEVute032YBfOPV3MXVgn1P-jzJ_ysUTRU1JB-O6RsAUOIg/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336579907133562354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then another good/bad bit. Nanny held me all snuggly on her lap while she was sat down in Mummy's bedroom but my mummy pointed a noisy thing at me that made me jump! The noisy thing blew lovvvvvvvvvvvely warm air on which was lovely but the noise........<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway. The noisy lovely thing made me all dry and warm so I was not cold and wet any more :o)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The absolute best thing happened when we went back downstairs. I felt all nice and fluffy and warm and sleepy, so Mummy let me cuddle up in the chair with her again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NKPYtv5Oy_UAKVrFv_LNZUgnaDXBXNT5mHJK0RfpigkcEDFlrydoTg9SYdAByZO40XyW8rTu5jACMwfTB3ch4pt6uodXNA5rjd_jEXkvi2EyS98M-19JKaKtXJm2Xv56XRCKsg2YmcY/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NKPYtv5Oy_UAKVrFv_LNZUgnaDXBXNT5mHJK0RfpigkcEDFlrydoTg9SYdAByZO40XyW8rTu5jACMwfTB3ch4pt6uodXNA5rjd_jEXkvi2EyS98M-19JKaKtXJm2Xv56XRCKsg2YmcY/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336579912594422722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6PiNGvgmuC8EvUrDx9LVy4evdYsDtUxzK9_7ERd0tb4c1aH5sKVkAn6N1Hs23HqBv3j7ZWvIh4f1zAV7yQXD13y9CQJWuvH9tSlGp_8ckpxCl-N6J0bRIRW-Ta8-MGuoe77htJi79by8/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336579913272250738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then I went fast asleep...............</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2TiuZzcCTq67pCuAacGx5ZfsoVG8QSC9E7DA3iS4iLJ0x27Y5sGLRNUB74XJsjuiVYYFaA5YthwE8PLfbUE3oAU1gSNMwnwjUv-6D3EmhQVJwXeUp0IEqDcshpbwdvQfpA_w2ZKcOB0/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336579919460241298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When I woke up, we had to go out in the car and we went to the vets again. I didn't see my special Oliver this time but a nice lady called Isabel. She said my cough still needed medicine but that I'd get better soon. She put me on the scales and weighed me and said that I was now 2.15kgs which made Nanny happy. She says that means I've put on 0.25kgs in just one week :o) I'm getting to be a big boy!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We got back in the car and went to a new place. It was a house and there were some people in it called Granny and Bamp. They were very lovely people who made a big fuss of me and talked to me nicely but I was more interested in going for a sniffsniffsniff around their house!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Later on, Mummy and Bran went out for a walk to the park with Cooper and I reallllllllly wanted to go but Mummy said that I'm not allowed to run around at the park because I am too little and too poorly and none of the other dogs want to catch my cough :o( She did give me big cuddles though to make me feel better. I love my mummy xxxx</div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-64173038299563580602009-05-15T21:17:00.002+01:002009-05-15T21:35:17.384+01:00Very Special Food!!!Wahooooooooooooooo!!<div><br /></div><div>I got some very special breakfast this morning. </div><div><br /></div><div>Usually I just have boring old puppy food. </div><div><br /></div><div>Which is ok.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div>As puppy food goes.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwn)</div><div><br /></div><div>But today! Wow! Nanny had forgotten to make Bran a birthday cake (norty Nanny!) actually on his birthday so she made it for our breakfast today.</div><div><br /></div><div>I told you that Bran was a very special brother, didn't I? He shared his delicious cake with me and Flora :o)</div><div><br /></div><div>Just look at his amazing cake!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Wf3zMTqUBW1VbvqwFHb0GjNGiC5dpV4fE92iQ9pNNcFeIfD0_hSkvFFMdu9OVbckVA3q8UjTVuBREl8gUNBFGBXwONe06_SoDPe7wpemxAeKH3a9UPJEkibC6QUIbpmas1ujNgVn3po/s400/Cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336149397315452242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>And here is me getting stuck in!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl6DldSLXJYVgXTB1-hyyyNmw1TIbfeFEx-6AOMlAS8ALGqkp-AXSmwvNGIOb8qgKkWSI_cLzGHPxIB5dtu0r1BbOn5d2Dp-_sFOq59UOv5d8IxQLtXNEAAcMM7PGe2lWgnvZjzcCtcvE/s400/Hugo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336149399115535346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Mummy Sophie laughed at me because I had crumbs all over my nose ;o)</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, Bran got to eat lots more than me because it *was* his birthday.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqiNCVf0Vw-KImPzJ0fzIBVweYAextq_94hcCx1mG30-JmNpFJEQIgR6z8iLffUB-GFv19DSCfLmXrzONjhAo8WAnbWkSZctmwW1jkq6WpIeaUlYOsmD6TIfjn_vi9OuFqoZU4YPi5_-A/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336149406230010770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Nanny has been busy today posting all of the dogs who are still at Lizzie's Barn looking for homes all over the special sites that might be able to help them to find their forever homes:<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>All of the terriers are on a brill forum called <a href="http://s7.zetaboards.com/Terrier_Talk/index/">Terrier Talk</a> (Nanny says they are very lovely on that site because they all love me and they have given her lots and lots of helpful advice about very naughty jack russells. I can't imagine who she means!);</div><div><br /></div><div>All of the hounds are on 2 brill forums called <a href="http://www.sighthoundsonline.org.uk/forums/index.php?act=idx">Sighthounds Online</a> and <a href="http://www.sighthoundwelfaretrust.org.uk/forums/index.php?act=idx">Sighthound Welfare Trust</a> (One day, when I am properly grown up, I think I might have long legs like them);</div><div><br /></div><div>Beautiful Cleo (who is an older labrador cross) is on <a href="http://www.labradorforums.co.uk/">Labrador Forums</a> (where Nanny speaks to lots of nice people about naughty brown labrador boys!);</div><div><br /></div><div>Jasper - the most handsome collie that I have ever seen - is on <a href="http://www.agilitynet.com/frontpage.htm">AgilityNet</a> because Nanny and Auntie Fi think that he will be brill at jumping things and chasing balls!</div><div><br /></div><div>Nanny has also been very very clever and added a very special button at the side of my writings (<--------- over there) where people can click and send some money to Auntie Fi to help pay for my vet bills or to help pay for all of the other vet bills or just for some food or even just some washing powder (us Barn dogs generate a lot of washing you know!!). It looks just like the one down here \/ which also works ;o)</div><div><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"><br /><input value="5468580" name="hosted_button_id" type="hidden"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><input border="0" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online." src="https://www.paypal.com/en_GB/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" name="submit" type="image"><br /></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><img border="0" alt="" width="1" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_GB/i/scr/pixel.gif" height="1" />She's also been speaking to Auntie Fi about doing some very special fundraising so watch out for exciting things happening soon!<br /></form><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-61276110683254121142009-05-14T16:05:00.004+01:002009-05-14T16:26:33.659+01:00A Very Special New Trick!Today I found a new use for my big brother!<div><br /></div><div>I learned how to jump up on the sofa as soon as I came to live here :o)</div><div><br /></div><div>The armchair is a bit higher and it took me a while, but I have now learned to jump up on to it :oD</div><div><br /></div><div>The only obstacle in my way was getting up on to the lap of anybody sitting in Nanny's computer chair :o(</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I had a revelation. I needed to not jump it one go, but to find something that I could use as a step.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had to have a few goes before getting it to work, so I needed a rest at one point. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-SH4QxhTxX-yoKAb3JKL2YVADH2_cCz7AMTd1yaG7pwE9YLiU2RzgbN4m_xowEJJbj4lOV1ZDvj9axwgkax-7k-FPJd0esbGlLg0wAEdytODxrQaMpgolk_9dsvGDyaMGl4UEcplMhw/s400/Step2.jpg" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But eventually............. Success....................!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDQdGAbvF55TgwV_CGK5i2qFvqyafjviyHVHEkn32iBqvLiibBVPIon2IUdIVN9HFByhBgM1x5T99oS-9RFsyH4j5tdaXbuoNzcKz8xrYOkbhmnpdFO3Bka3jXGtbG8ZyF2PTLTi3bJA/s400/Step1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335697341321188594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The other thing special about today is that Bran is having something called a "birthday". He is 1 year old today and very kindly shared his presents with me :o)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmbbscWQBjzrAx13xJKNErnoyFmM9inY-sdiDPRH-URkw3QWU6GC36K2-7dSv7CYmiwZoQbzB_x2mrdjn8gmNn8Kn_6rulp9hllXY1BfvfoH4A_kfmt48KJYiOas4JHfZ9Dm90Qab3Vk/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335700797655960834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5Guso4IOv5rPbWVa_8j4feepopVOQGGwVGYFURQW3gpiolwJ8A99txLr-mfvFdCWbezSb8RWoG1u11mfIGcpJhA8-d4FZgJRCcNpfDtgmej7_Ua9WOuzSAeqUzawIC4w1OzGlasGEvw/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335700799000831746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-hNzEVFX-KrDvPUFl7owB3HrUFExiwLCZROjnx9_fiEQ0CLM6_ST_iu0WaMWzLz46N1qvAfUnsZicWGKRTnX2nkTjnGsjmBO0gREQuRrRi8SzN9LCdFHs_FzcoI5Za2REOUaYBx_5Qc/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335700802097828098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWu_bH7yTnUlIDtJbJ1AibF16Rvt7TXPzjB9Vh5o_nxxvkcEe_j8swUluGJ06JAWOFGiir8DIuLTpaJoF23TGtb0I-O6_QC97mZ9o2L0qqq_dzzCuw6fsRIIeWvErvmcrUfen7PkfmqYw/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335700808170098290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQN6CszCSjuaNLKOt4jS4bBLu300D9o_nz-7SPzRnttQTjHm97TNSYnUuaWjcpVt8zmqL1hVdA6DPNNNKSz6d7Bd__ndi_k_Z_N3kxQAmXkUsuiWZiOz7eq1lgLigSe4RD_QEstGRjmI/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335700813666496722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Flora (who has had "birthdays" before) tells us that there will be lots of yummy food later! I can't wait!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-9463830086373405852009-05-13T20:40:00.006+01:002009-05-13T21:15:53.103+01:00My Very Special Big BrotherMy big sister Flora spent some time playing today while me and Bran were kept out of her way. Nanny said that it was because we would have got her too excited and she's not allowed to bounce too much because of her baddy leg.<div><br /></div><div>She spent lots of time watching me in my crate which was weird coz that's normally what I do to her. And then she started wuffing and playbowing at me and that was even weirder because that's what I do to her as well!!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHh0Tb-rjY625zjB8R-yJAmLjuCSbIvD5PZxchydzOvnUxlzH1q11lhF5c-3JuuiDZjjHUMoMtX44Act1t4JemownKBA0Z5rKpVdVcPBgA6jdH_6gXKTqwLwAjMR2mOIgKZnxQBmf5HA/s400/Hugo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335397541371877170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIfwouwybZKWxis1YrcaMfcc9kBniZ1TREO_yftS5YtX9PaPq9Nhz8f2XNY1oLvf2NVGnLc8597fDMkuXULEE0Hr-KDKdHdFrO5QQ4E535CaMIDuXlZESm9WuPOr2MoxUToFUQ0zeEjTQ/s400/Hugo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335397542932291394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgngQlsVGPBcFSj-QZFqGkOO5ogLCExtIJcGDaqj1JtdfoelwO-WLPyhMCAKU-E17I8QF0JZswvbJPUUS2rTCWaRdPdxp1hAl4NiB2SvP7vlsScHiDdpyeDx9QpIHrp2z42FncgaxvsWOA/s400/Hugo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335397550427011234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div>Because she had been playing with the toys, Bran was not very happy and he got up on to the sofa to sulk away from me. Nanny came in to take some photos of him and he pulled his grumpiest face at her!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ3z-RPMnGbLDmNNcAgclRb4Ks7hI_qiUnzY1VKJHS3tOTHfrld3M3DVMXdWN5f1ItZbaeOnbWyZWv3IA0MhT1Xak5kVt8ToufMxxQXr2Yus0LBG-N7kqDX4hyyIkdl6JjO1GUfLwM-sY/s400/Whaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335399980678126738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>It made me laugh though and I decided that if I could get him to play with me then he would feel lots better. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuQXBBSuEBX-LAQJOUNkxO28C_HiRVNh8BWX4dNdxFdOc6Js4iajIddDFJFClgAVSn8PnslhyVixEyECprE9REilJ8t6zC9DwC60w5Kdn7FRoi61Trs_ugEfuHPvpoyIRK6qy4PZrD-w/s400/Hugo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335399971787642034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwg18K9uAWhrzXz4hyphenhyphenFRZEPuDy3B-MWTDhEXBWt8dzsTejwzx43OovZUn3ALlmUrXC28S59K8IPbO1Jb3yEqg8VEh_g0qolfpacpsf9oCaPxVMen5HSlTIhxgthwcuAz8RrhuMtha9S6o/s400/Hugo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335399973826867394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdCy1TT-KJNG6bdgX2wE-PnDpRsOqhLm3Vk6J-BzP_SS9Difk5fs0RhZNoHbvCVakjDys0zAMDkoM4myY-7IXN_nsCLdYrEtc89Jiau7E6tfLpJPMRYNa2y_twxEuTr3PVKrcDxgXaMc/s400/Hugo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335399979841546434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>It didn't really work though. He can be *such* a grumpy so and so!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNU_lfwneGkiNeRIgEjskVHnOB7tgi3nr5Dm5jEKaieslABoLB6Bi6_O_25Mx-gBeA1PVz0AFekIr4vsok4GonfXayTqgk-MJPLipA6fOfvCEMToTpzB-OgaELtONJdmFq2OxLS05BOM/s400/Comfy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335399969279430162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>He was a very lucky boy because Nanny took him out in the car today. When they came back he said that they'd been to this really cool shop that smelled like food and toys. I did stick my tongue out at him because I went to that shop just the other day. So ner!</div><div><br /></div><div>Nanny took some more photos of us later on because she kept laughing at how both me and Bran like sleeping on the same bed - sometimes together. It's a very special bed and it used to belong to Sophie's Nanny's very special dog called Jessie. Jessie lives at Rainbow Bridge now with Bear and Jazz, but she left us her bed. It is a very comfy bed and it lives next to Nanny's computer desk. Anyway, she says that none of us fit it properly!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJ1aY7dPREZufIYehDXlt3ROBNMK241obCN1LBOlcC_oKBLuQGEIGXRPBLTtdO3DprpoZ_uX3yp7UmWT-gzOYlvZSIs0SjY2FpOoQpRzQs2mKcqceJK0dQvckZM5j7Yzpz6PwSasYyh4/s400/Bed1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335402691207158818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbF7J6EUKhnucbtqBy6730p8xxhmVVLRxk-AsPnOOvr4Cvsx-cCcJIYqqG1zRx__IcYBWrkwx-FFt57Vzo9QxZ-LaN8brgdFTXfqdFtuzpWIu74ffUUzRYyRJOwhtbF5cBFtZZD4iNlGM/s400/Bed4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335402688250881186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>After we had had our tea and a snooze, I managed to get Bran to play with me properly for the first time alllllllllllll day. We had lots of fun!!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpUpSQ2EuUIoTT0GSjzv8pXglannziTi0gdjT1ETb2w9DMaGjJOUJVVyFDr5izyV6tLZysxQ7r3SbEt2Lt1-MseF4RJx-9dz2KwYFzP0e6aoQ7ZuYlYzdJzPqt-KIbv_L4QMhMWmp7Qgc/s400/Wrestle1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335402696958030002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNK4W7wDYfwZnzUUmCSPSdJ5PjZbY8f15WTaZGbolMmjFElbezhLBHhBuYNIBlDS_U7QOuluOyEWdje3d8gwlhChZ490ue6IBbTmspRhbb8QW7EU10xqEsw_7y6KnV3wZ4gNFIXykyb6A/s400/Wrestle2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335402701214350402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4Y-_skebXvcuQQxv7O8D17bRwIegUBOXnMnJ5G-RSau2ZuGmBVcXqp_fAeIAwTHtSzLg6Ilz4tiVo9vELSybhgXa_V4GYx1VRZukGZFZBTo9w16INUZgT_IWglkRMzXdd8QwBZjlzfI/s400/Wrestle3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335402704735470450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdL78iVpZDJmMCxWs8obDEjJBweeXQSe74FP2KjsEe2MTORHKmbzNHIQi2rXRt6b_Gvg2zm3jBizVxqZDHEiYn_nCQQf1y1-PIYMkpE5_iyBsF0YfQ_G3-ZfsEpjz1KxPax-TVBaUS_Tw/s400/Wrestle4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335404200232168546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJo63NXvu5SPL-7p2iK1c6oa8WUCLr0m4VZAzfU-cKOmh4V6kYqqiYqUyM-UtIc_Nb7Tp_HlFtVVh6Ace15TtaOk_lKRBF2yDkBLoUmnkQtGgC5XszgnP6nPthEBg9C76ULh9sCJ9tjKU/s400/Wrestle5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335404207289358130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQho7zRX545HmqRVrV7jZEX4jtdItVDAeZ19GQCThStlFZrN1iKF57oCrowTwHr0vnX1dLggghpzYAz8Fkt0-NZlL3J4aFisP3WrjWmIVkv5Tvytb5C1-VGs16YkDZTihXHOyGAQxg63c/s400/Wrestle6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335404209698779842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">My big brother is very special and I love him lots! xxxx</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-48300133053982949972009-05-11T16:38:00.004+01:002009-05-11T16:47:29.228+01:00Sunday 10th May: Very Special MemoriesNanny has been busybusybusy today but every now and again I watch her stop and have a little cry. It makes me sad that she is crying so I give her lots of kisses to make her smile.<div><br /></div><div>I asked Sophie why Nanny was sad and she told me that one whole year ago (when I wasn't even born!) their very handsome collie called Bear went to live at the Rainbow Bridge where Jazz went the other day. It meant that they couldn't see him any more and that Nanny misses him very much. She said that she misses him too and Jacob does, but that he was very special to Nanny. She showed me some photos of Bear and I think that he looks like he would have been a lot of fun to play with.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFpRBOi0rRGRtlMToKMZDGt17P5kuKvsXYvBJp3DX636FQ6bOHudmlNUlXHUqcgnSWfXAk-q0LOIuD3tdGOy7AE1ZaX0hb1DKaZQ2OUa7bfZTDoy34VqUrnXlVGhgnua4bz-C7MpmayQ/s400/BeachBear2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591962553228002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Sophie also said that Auntie Fi thinks that I have been sent to them as a special gift from Bear to collect as many cuddles as possible to take back to him at Rainbow Bridge. She cried when she told me this and so I gave her lots of kisses too and made her smile by biting her fingers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Flora was also sad because she says that Bear was her very special big brother, just like Bran is my very special big brother, and that she misses him lots even though she has me and Bran to keep her company. I can see why she is so sad because I would miss my big brother very much if he went to live somewhere else and I could never see him again :o(</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgqLyxpB5oa2dFO-yEdN7vn1qfl6UBGsVSugriEbLqW5U9YqTA2NTtL6MobXi39OzdpMem5Dwnb4MnHziSSSG5QxK8hfUEOWW7WUOOZ5LYRG3Xvf8lr8juR73priKMNXYVaO3MW2kSKI/s400/bearflo04082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591968727332434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Bran tells me that it is up to us to make everybody smile today and to lick away all of the tears. That's a job that I can do very well :o)</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-73568472087125907912009-05-11T15:30:00.007+01:002009-05-11T16:37:33.968+01:00Saturday 9th May: A Very Special Fan Club!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foster Nanny disclaimer: I forgot to take my proper camera and so most of the photos are mobile phone camera quality - sorry! Some of the other photos are borrowed from the web :o)</span></span></div><br /><div>What a very exciting day I had today!!!<div><br /></div><div>First of all, we went in the car and I love riding in the car. And then the car stopped and I got put into my special backpack (I say "back"pack but it has to be carried on the front of whoever is carrying me because I keep trying to jump out if I see another dog even though my harness is clipped on to the pack). This time my Nanny was carrying me. Then we got on to a great big red thing that was like a car but not a car and it was huge and lots of other people got on with us. A very nice lady talked to my Nanny all about me while she gave me lots of fusses and I decided that she could be the first member of Prince Hugo's Saturday Fan Club :o) I was very comfy in my padded carrier on Nanny's lap, but then the big red thing stopped and we got out.</div><div><br /></div><div>And suddenly there were lots and lots of people everywhere!!! </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The fountains in Bristol City Centre</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2E8_WLYAVfnIjxgSqpwp2mlBnXOBrahHcu8hOjOyBmfseOIar0qYjVJNE5mjAQuYGBtsamCfSW-kNY_XIzjUbet4vbiWEw6E_TGw84Wa72JiMeDlInKrpvvNul3fBpHlKhLQCTwzR9vE/s400/fountains.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587559083008402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I knew that we were there to listen to some music that Jacob's friends were going to be playing, but I didn't know that there were going to be so many people there!! My nanny asked a lady that she knew what was going on and she said that it was the ninth Unite Against Fascism march and now they were having a rally to raise awareness. Everybody was very excited and shouting, so I joined in and barked and barked and barked. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The stand for the Green Party</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUq3dZGZ-BogD0_EY-xfe-JTHDhTJzk6gjJVYGJ_dbNLdm_Ru0bFDLsdwerNsmTP1kZ3qeua6iyf64QMttQoX8Wcw3tpc4dKJbku-GblxbRC8YNzmQEifZ-G_MIk67ifrSH00u8s-jaes/s400/Green.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587780613071026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>We listened to a man talking about the bad things that BNP do and then a very cool choir called the <a href="http://www.rednoteschoir.org.uk/">Red Notes</a> did some singing.</div><div><br /></div><div>While the man was talking and the ladies singing, lots and lots of people came to say hello to me. The police ladies came to talk to me and told me how cute I was and asked Nanny all about me, and then a police man came over as well and even he said that I was lovely. Lots of children asked to say hello to me and my Nanny had to nearly sit on the floor so that they could stroke my head ;o) Some very nice girls came to say hello to me and they took my photo on their phone cameras and said that they were going to tell all of their friends about me. A very lovely lady gave me kisses and told me how very special I was. </div><div><br /></div><div>And then a very nice man made a fuss of me. He was meant to be talking to a lady about something important but he was sort of talking to her while he was making a big fuss of me. Then he said that he was sad because he wanted a dog but his wife wouldn't let him have one. I thought that was sad because he was a very nice man and he'd have been a good doggy daddy. Anyway, he went away but when he came back he had a very pretty lady with him who said "oh I want one!!" and the man punched the air and grinned at me. The very pretty lady was his wife and she stayed to talk to Nanny about me and rescue dogs and she thought that I was lovely so maybe the very nice man will get a dog after all! Imagine how surprised I was when the man jumped up onto the back of the lorry and started singing! He was the singer in the big band that were playing before Jacob's friends! His band was called <a href="http://www.firstdegreeburnsmusic.com/">First Degree Burns</a> and they played some very cool music that Nanny said is called reggae. Everybody was dancing :o)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The nice man and his band playing</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjySkEV2ftClaR1tc2F9G_t8t0Cku4bINwaT-3kVSAyxOB_c7rdUszcFYsOJ7U4i6zIy73Q5OG1TIbcBwDodMRCn8EMrCoIJ1iHTmT0BSj_nHK8rPkfAEpue1i4fgxUQhBwGJkbrS4Ns/s400/Band.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587553085070482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Mummy Sophie had a yummy thing called an "ice lolly" and it smelled so yummy that I just had to taste it. Luckily, she loves me very much and let me share it with her.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZOjIk6KqUjRBKBr-WWmR7LftESWd0yjaom01EBA0TxbbPaevCHfflgsfO7DvDJ2NYMLY2G0hW5qWSLxLwy-dORv5TGiMx8CCWlVPLWrrICBWKYNt3CN-ULugkQqPA_vLU6p6H2CXMI_4/s400/Sharing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587788853974754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>After her ice lolly, she had an ice cream and that smelled even yummier so I decided to pinch a bite of that as well! She was a bit cross about that because I managed to have a bite even before her. I think she just needs to eat faster or share properly.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Silly Mummy Sophie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejvHxqn-5y933PYYaqIdRRlJC6vBNtGkEUOZACPrCsHCRlZ4Xbm3yxlcIJe5Iktm4GejM6fBXnOguuQlBSP20pgABb5GUlxqHBNKJygw89h7JY9iVRU9u7i4Cp5MpkAh9kygUSUki7zk/s400/Silly.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587880369756322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lovely Mummy Sophie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKEsOKetGhN6MXjIK7jW5Y1QXCJS8t9WCFfRWEyJnE5HGXYFLkcFNZmLz-b9rwQvDXeb0YVnzojBc6sPNC3EUVz3lMy7MRKWQCxeIU-lN7LmsWSJCtx_1Dnphgfv5XS7Cp26z1J6UkWQ/s400/Snug.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587882060193042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Jacob's friends played then, but they only played 2 songs and their music was VERY loud and it hurt my ears. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jacob watching his friends</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTtZmNL6Y4GlvIjmfWHpU0GaAVtAkuw5OwGBmC4JzCjvMB5Cas9mIXg94yyD5dOLFOsU2jgwm-L2RRRTlCmGXfcTMfvyiO_DHZzLwScrGjh_Bz98zHF3Eq4xJZsdbi0lgzYgAek0wdCqk/s400/Jake.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587787824303442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The nice man's band played again after that but we decided to go for a walk and get back on the big red thing to go home.</div><div><br /></div><div>As we were going to start walking again, I spotted a very naughty collie dog who was running around without his mummy or daddy and was not on his lead and he kept running into the road! He looked very familiar - he was white with a few black patches and was very handsome. Then I remembered that he looked just like <a href="http://theminnieblog.blogspot.com/">Minnie-Moo's</a> very handsome brother who is called Sno, but Sno is a good boy and this dog was very naughty! I was very cross with him being so naughty so I leaned right out of the backpack and shouted at him to go and find his mummy or daddy and get back on his lead. He did not take any notice of me so I shouted louder until people started laughing at me and then I shut up. Luckily, his daddy heard me shouting and went to fetch the naughty dog.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mummy Sophie splashing her fingers in the water</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWa6sKNx6enkgHn7f-W0rLNZ9pD88BhyphenhyphenL_g2vxnaLwzd2SeiainrJDj0n-5zX4SsOV_Cvh0zDm_8nEFaanANlo44DoXuYZdTv3mH6xBR9GolK-PuQc-Dfg1dzeA0ZxitdKLIo4Tpjpgw/s400/Splash.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587882156363682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>We walked right along the docks in the middle of Bristol and there were lots of boats and things called "ferries". Nanny promised that we could go for a ride on one some day. I don't know if I'll like it on a boat! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmF2AWSthOCOoQlGu7IW-C6yqo0xKbd4ZXV4IlnWVlcLf1WCONs6ltVyn6y7vptB-5qEmZ4ErID0tWxcuTsjC9asHSU0FEGceyHUNBvEJALeZhJc7QkZaSgTxr8EHWw1RxIK71w2bsZI8/s400/Docks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587970559214194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The bridge with horns that we walked past</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQnaAiB_EKc71Ddi7wcAQw1nK3lB3plbEp-JJJjdWXFZyTHiV-yIYihOQeR6PnkJ_C4SUkTOs_TctDfyl9P3rVCbD4DV1mgvQ4Y2Fh2EdMnplTAI_JcL4on8BetknuujmyWWwA4E6aeA/s400/Horn_Bridge.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587783049613570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Some ladies all dressed up in silly costumes stopped to make a fuss of me and tell me how cute I am. Nanny said that they were called chickens or something...</div><div><br /></div><div>And then I had the shock of my life! I bumped into the world's biggest beetle!! It was GIANT!!! I was a bit worried and tried to run away before it could eat me!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4aH6uxfKTg5HJnYgjCOK4cbobf3783jkrx9-PrJuoL_kvH2NInMJQFrknbVE2Fpw_JrmeXeaIKmiYLpmHxWWk-iHa7xePjqVpv1KEr4s57OG5SCQ0UL9SvRd0NJiH6BlxfbJJVTp5UkM/s400/Beetle3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587557566747970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div>I had a lovely little paddle in the fountains, but got a bit cold from being in the water so was very happy to go back into the backpack. I also had to stop to look at this giant mirror ball. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBXEuhGZaifVcvhneYb5ru_Sv809edYkg7AnNyVAyPz-JaRpSLpTwqQpfhprLO03ulKNN41ik7kwAvUsKgTuHPy1jrp5PsJ_YHjBqVBobJLnggL5Evb9uFSheOtk4Ks0KSLk4YeN8xiQ/s400/Imaginarium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587782560787970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 260px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I had *such* an exciting day! Lots and lots of people joined the Hugo's Saturday Fan Club ;o) I'm so glad that I've got Mummy Sophie and Nanny and Jacob to look after me and take me on so many adventures!!</div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-55456844201611861232009-05-08T15:38:00.004+01:002009-05-08T20:44:41.378+01:00Not A Very Special Day :o(<div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I don't feel very well today :o(<div><br /></div><div>I feel cold and keep trying to snuggle up to my people to get warm, but then I get all cross with being snuggled and need to go and be warm on my own. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have had little plays with Bran but mostly I have been barking at him because he keeps racing round and round and round and he's making my head dizzy!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel so cold that I don't like being outside today so have been doing my wee-wees inside. I know that I should do them out in the grass but the wind is blowing very hard today and it is sooooooo cold out there.</div><div><br /></div><div>I keep making this funny noise out of my mouth as well. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sarah is looking at me like she's a bit worried and has spoken to Auntie Fi, so I am going to see Oliver - the very special heart doctor - a bit later on today to see if I need any medicine to make me feel better.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meantime, I'm snoozing in the sunbeam.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX-sSAs9PSBoilsdIUmJQ1haGBhR0Fp9BlX7ZI6Yt172XjnyDYQSq2k1dhyphenhyphenwCRQu9cy9uFkW7nIU0PkTlVWIlzgIRKojzf1RjbXTm2hfmp2z3Q5TodqxrPvAfokwFalv6aHwPTT2OUVI/s400/Trains.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333464986216955714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6B42jwB9TmHOy_MEhlJWzfoJi47s8D2rOUkM9QU8-BBtKtDt-beHMfPV3aqFlNwTgvjHkQ5GyyRvbJxWRPq5xhjAq-lcjejnhYwV8ew7s3vh3Nt-n5LNAz5Inz9DyOWZT6YOlzTDj7M/s400/Cute2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333464971647930050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoC7KWmvi_VVd8WAt10usEijCulheLoEACTNAwpS60C4LzU9Aq9uiatOiDarRCGoPRX4a1DNjENSfGXI97q-lmgckYlsQspr4tZi0IxFnx7EPbAaT0NWRo7KY7xDW3KeDd8_I3lgs7zYw/s400/Snooze.jpg" /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Foster Nanny update: We're back from the vets with rather unsettling news. Our little Prince Hugo is even more special than we could have thought for. The fact that he is here at all seems to be some sort of miracle as his tiny little body appears to be something of a genetic disaster zone :o(</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Whilst each of his heart defects isn't that unusual in a dog, all 4 of them together is. His pale gums and tendency to be cold is linked to the fact that his heart is enlarged and causing poor circulation. He has a rather oddly protruding little bottom which seems to be another unusual thing to occur. Plus he only has one descended testicle and Oliver suspects that his immune system may be weak. As his heart is so enlarged, his other organs are being a bit squished and so we could be facing problems with almost anything. Also, as so many of these problems are congenital, at this moment in time we have absolutely no idea of the full extent of what is going on with his little body but we can't rule anything out. As he is so tiny and his future so bleak, Oliver is reluctant to mess him about with too much medication at this stage. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Thankfully, the cough of today is not a heart failure type cough, but is most probably kennel cough. Although most dogs could fight this off without medical intervention, we've decided to take the safe route of giving Prince Hugo some antibiotics to help the infection on it's way. Fingers crossed, it does it's job and helps him to improve.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Let's not forget that the young man is also a terrier and so, despite having spent most of today mooching around feeling sorry for himself, he gave a rather huge great dane and her puppy a whole torrent of rather foul language for such a small chap in the vets' waiting room!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01441235991973944580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-27985281071088400382009-05-08T12:22:00.003+01:002009-05-08T15:38:02.098+01:007th May: A Very Special Lie-InToday, I had a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig sleep to get over what I've been doing all week. It's been a very exciting time for a little fella like me!<div><br /></div><div>I got up early to go out in the garden, then when I came back in, I fell fast asleep again snuggled under the duvet on the sofa with Sarah! When Sophie came in and woke us up, it was half past twelve!</div><div><br /></div><div>After I'd been fed, I felt awake enough to have a little play with my big brother.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1G1QGlI9N4_77qCjWvkcYjr4ArJ0MgDKSja3dR5pnAl2QdmU_JO-oFf9oaOWJPfu5hurKimvcLMGp9TOefE40ijm5xcfZSOsSMbFDYlbIz7abXf5bmhUW56o1hvZGXzy-AqpfvWIAMc/s400/Cold+boy+070509.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333461878639995634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Later on, I got cuddles with Grumpy because he came in to take Sarah out to collect lots and lots of food that had been donated by lots of lovely people via <a href="http://www.nassl-sw.org.uk/">NASSL</a>. This food goes over to Wales to help feed the rescue dogs. Sadly, none of it is for a very handsome puppy :o(</div>SophieRAWRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200072780491095382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-78908415904917081372009-05-06T19:44:00.010+01:002009-05-07T16:04:46.250+01:00Tuesday 5th and Wednesday 6th May: A Very Special Trip<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">5th of May</span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:48px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I went on ANOTHER very big trip today!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We went to Sarah and Sophie's friends' house. It was at the end of a very long, long road. When we went inside there were 2 other dogs! Sarah told me that they were from the Barn as well and called Charlie and Ricky.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oJudV3LrhhEi14j35gvA_Pphd-0HaeuUkIqoOSJ3RW9uo5YKXygQ_2HUG1Hn_Kr8U8OmiLUvBlENbyEre3Z2G5Ha9Upv0n7CrriwcgesDCungpWiK6zCeX4MC7baRoRE5fnoa0kD7kas/s400/On+Guard.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791713691396370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyPCq-CfAI95nlfTiFVFu3jW2sHxFNTYvnaJWqOmfWONtlmbv9tJ5wFbmSBOm6OJPWhyHUymK7o1Z2G-i1qJvQDG2zvw9Q18djmVgRY3TebVsKgNgYW0LWGl7EosKHD9RrTfR21iu2OPX/s400/Ricky+%26+Hugo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791719026334018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNHryp_eoAsFr_wln8ZtpwHUZ5slVV9qeatOxzNt4jFzWbIgbolr0T9v-T7sdGLscpgBCFeTQTgDeoqC5hqT2KsaYtCaXGJSwp9tcewCImjpWbR6uKCsQ-LK9A-2cQcMb6TFqrFGlo1Ge/s400/Doorstop.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332788752191953410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxhNx64JW72dN61J9ZPbvSqbNHULN65lQnVFetR_KpUFV8JXuF4CK-HkrNfuk_TghyphenhyphenqMyOg4t-nXCJomvyL9dJRuXpk809iJQ4n1LOAX9tBuLsMM9QdK5NIyw6QVRocdXakv3Hnwr3LNF/s400/Charlie+%26+Ricky.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332788738575114530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_PxxZsd9dj69WeTUdZtHOol7n3C7D-HstA8ti-v4TrTKJsntfZNwop0ragcEOgXZq2tJIDKnjwI-1jF0XiFACiQxJkDR25VY_-tOWLf44hXX5avIxcba-Rzqc2vuvU-hqCsjM7CLrPEF/s400/Barn+Boys.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332786140293819154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then, somebody very furry came downstairs and Sophie told me it was Jacob, her brother who had been staying at their house. Then everyone gave me big hugs which was exciting. Bran was so excited that he did a big wee on the floor and ended up being very embarrassed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6hQOyc7q6s5gn0X3T8oTEIyPQPvcdop24WsL4C0bvnDaxZtl4Dc696LccpHi8uUL9AcZxbtjbqcfNUi_wpbMwkauIQ180pyUs88xGCn6nU3q4RFGZijlXGgxFqP70k5iEn0X3naavI1_/s400/Bran.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332786157344288994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Later on, I got put in this OTHER backpack that was a special doggy one. Sarah and Sophie and Sarah's friend and Bran and me went on a big walk to the shops and when we got back everyone was very tired.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCyhOlohw598ytEPw32w5MvuVWhfMoYKb4_PeXrEsnaz_k5wfVkdxqyK4OZ403qlXxEySYb8Tv-gJnM0KI2-cdB_7XSs3wYoTb3J9_i0PjLeiUmBNFXoHzfoMcqItnhrwO30MuMREp71l/s400/Sharing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791723663715666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After I had had my tea, we went to another lady's house! When we got there, even MORE people were making a fuss of me. Jacob and his friend Tom were making very strange noises out of big black boxes and things in their hands that Sophie told me are called guitars.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There were very special sleeping arrangements when we got back to Sarah's friend's (I found out she's called Nina) house, because I was sleeping in my Travelling House, while Sarah and Sophie were sleeping on sofas!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjztjpwY9Kf17Nhas0SrdwVWbs-jFdCC5n1rP-Y8cPitx8ooLYkbHzLhLcHMujvIkqaBGFY6ypaw47mQcisHzW0hxSFv8JH7Z_QSHKfGypwrmSI2kL2khX0EolxcV5CTNpOf8Qh0HEHDHL7/s400/Climbing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332788744752215826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;">6th of May</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">This morning I started the day being very cold, so I snuggled up on Sarah's lap under the duvet until I got all warm again.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sophie stayed asleep for a long time after I woke up and did snuggling, but when she did wake up she had her breakfast. She had yummy smelling chocolate stuff and I reallllllllllllllllllllllllllly wanted to try it but she wouldn't let me :o(</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhSBCXyRhbQWv9PyOL-f1pCPr_HsLxZMcAMLvYcd79O0_nimGihlt31B-MdZPI6pO_qZ27agDYk9oCgVwGEwfIF6vCETtTH3uJrcdxRO0lmVoWuVO4HrEqWMR8Pf_Op9qksWvXB9lsCs3/s400/Cereal.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332786166091809410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead I tried to climb Bedding Mountain!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLJHk6SoSD9xARiiVQvaR4n8kvEY9gcLoEbhWSSj0pCBhHeKCpYH0kGDIDOIhv_PCE7gBgca-BoPJRtQGf7RAvN0O5qgU9_Btna46_sWZB7E4IoQ9RtwRap8qFRt1G2CdZvZyswizdtVh/s400/Bedding+Mountain.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332786143938234322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After she'd finished her breakfast, Sophie played tug with me with my blue duck. I make lots of very big dog growly noises when we play tug and it makes everybody laugh. I don't know why they laugh - they are meant to be scared!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgWCNBB5xkzwdFINWsGwK86ljoEoWLkMibfCWul-fF12jFz4R8MuH_kSvNoGI9MYd5_6JqUN-wwWQB7yM0CosK3LQDh6wV8B-JyrgqzJjrQZRSVy7OF1Y0tqs78PpNSTYDrhQhOzf9bJl/s400/Toy3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332793328230603570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByUwNUAhbGtMt2DTOonfo__PHlyYFCEXZvy9_EWJt2Yzv_DR1XoZn4zj0zCLgVhLIwyndrpeLXaxY_ZERwiK535WimL1mlqoig-bqbI5ms5bPxK7SYrY8v3O3z4yq1HKsD10INH5Emw9r/s400/Toy2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332793325518219714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dD_mOnfNYCIoAz9VwkOjNAgvStCsH9UvMatKjVInhpMqHv0feQiVhnn7zz09Kgv-oKqXp2oVPNPdslXTluUE_KwvFzFLt_-LCFIIqPtQaZjmEoWlDrd33Yix3xUlC501LHFi_gu0GDv5/s400/Toy1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791727879199170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTrqVglTNhdsXzhcKmcmpfLhQ6G737zjb-nBnOVicX_wXWkIs05jM29NCru2_iYIBhFrod_XcPvgGqvYiHXzw8rCvgjc0utIB_cMEJPZaWYpONnG6CISAxHlliAvWRLqPXLNw9oYjnC6u/s400/Toy4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332793339821449762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When Jacob came downstairs, I gave him very special Prince Hugo morning greetings!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPRqqq8DmbzdCorpKq306B3gFqJJQkzElYMFd9Ig1m769mv9z-KPGJkLHxmAPv4Q0R36fFiSluSRFSAvXcaqLZyirv4G_pKkwKIpqjDS8u_W2xD9fV57kzvXG4cFyT5Xr6CDYA3QZAxrI/s400/Morning.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332788755957599730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then I sat on the sofa with Nina and Jacob and Bran, but Nina had yummy smelling coffee and she wouldn't share it either! It's just not fair being a little dog, y'know :o(</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUY2v5m2H9xpH6ALbWvhnutTUBNRnbrNQtfHh681WmAl79O9Ss2-pGFcHZOEV3_oYK4QWIMEV4RYCa4k_RFUsFLIhyphenhyphensVqVacrC_LwcWYYCKcTQDZPTmFPrOaNRaUbbr4icCNowPgv9sC8/s400/Coffee.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332788749046888562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfUZP4UdWLSDXIuue5t8W7a6XwTv_MRlPc9IMnoRURXMmuDYvPejmrrM_qJaoPHqYPLb0J5mS0hZH-TftEBxnl-8DI_6btAal4bBfuw4UWho5PhhfnHdwUvsoN3jqkoyy9qcXAZ5pzQ4f/s400/Nina.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791710987223122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBfoVx9xb-HcEVhvLCE-hsU6IP0lpevRk8E2B-BI3rD3x4E7Gb7dC6_yLGlyVAa2A4C9LFxFdC9sZWoZA2wyjhvPZQuhAdfMFGB50SZDn4fPM4tzw075UxAuV5Doqy1Gmx8wfaZ5Lrhs7/s400/Big+Dog+Little+Dog.JPG" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When the very important job of cuddling me was finished, everybody got busy moving things around and putting things in bags and then putting things in the car. I said "bye bye" to Nina and Tom and we got in the car to come home and Jacob came with us!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was very happy to be home with my proper bed and toys.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sarah had some phone chats with Auntie Fi today about some of my friends at the Barn who haven't been as lucky as me and have not got real homes of their own yet. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My mate Norbert is a greyhound puppy and he has something called <a href="http://www.peteducation.com/article.cfm?c=2+2096&aid=870">persistent right aortic arch</a> and this means that he has to have all his food mushed up and he eats it with his front feet up on the worktop! He looks very silly but it means that his food all goes down properly and he does not get sick. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNFLsvo-Uz7N45I8v0hP_JURNoZv2DTx_wiA8KeIXyyiZam45z-0DO2JzTXnEnBisShtgxfEYxpT0vUz55_9wjrbGvJ2BdnXVhp1r6em8EyQbGoSf58BRRaTA-A1X-n_Vi-R526H2Nq5V/s400/Norbert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332797201200019938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My other friend Becky is a very beautiful greyhound girl. When she was younger, Becky broke her leg and whoever was supposed to be looking after her at the time did not get it mended. This means that her leg is still very wonky but it does not stop her running around like a loon!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNvnXjLwAu4c6jxiwDpifmWlvuZpu_gXSyJKrzhIuHA2yBzvLPP_hUsti9O-RCopjQ4pnnpqUyyY1ZEFBq3DavtbIyfEXXZHB78mHWjCMDRJR2QPouPs-iN4sGD2DN3-jIAuG4UElh4Dj/s400/Becky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332797196178477826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today, Auntie Fi took them to see a special vet lady called Diane who is going to see if she can give them operations and make them all better so that nice people will want to take them home with them and love them forever.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sadly, Auntie Fi also told Sarah that a very special old man dog who lived at the Barn went to live at a very special place called Rainbow Bridge today. His name was Jazz and he was a very handsome Rhodesian Ridgeback. Jazz's eyes stopped working a long time ago, but he had lots of very special adventures with Auntie Fi even though he could not see. The Barn will be a very sad place without him :o(</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg1wfuT2ZRu_k2kEgrg1p4A3jpnAzh1YTASXLQ9jA9eaB5Dhboe95IOW0yzkZUB6pyUqlIvSdIRIVThmoiII3sNKyM8z3h4o3FU3dvk64_13pRCqIEPKjbhv4EIozwsrbepwUL7I9_BBIe/s400/Jazztrix%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097316641500146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div>SophieRAWRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200072780491095382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-47752936171203934592009-05-06T19:13:00.004+01:002009-05-06T19:44:09.810+01:00Monday 4th May: A Very Special GameToday the postman brought a very special surprise for me and Bran! It was a great big toy that is even bigger than me!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3R6hlwXLdg8lwg0hsuoMdVYSbp_KndAoa5pGhgGeo1tTXVbhVGm1b57qE9FpXb7xx1_01wfa87SwPV9v7pRGybGjJaHsZQpOpKAIAuGwSEDqXHp5aqFD6DFS7waAjy0xuykuQN_YXMsC/s400/Toy1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332780956157819058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div><br /></div><div>We were playing tug, but Bran was being naughty and kept cheating! Because he is so big, he kept pulling me around the room. But I got my revenge by using how small I am to weave between his legs! I finally got the toy and I tried to get up onto the sofa to hide it but I couldn't because the toy is so big. Perhaps when I have finished growing and am as big as Bran I will be able to get the big toy onto the sofa without having to enlist the help of Sophie.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQcZEzf7czMPGmC1oOcV4wbefeeABXxedRL-4Kc0FwfwWdrHn6WrSjymmB3KRsLibAFCidvHBcM8AuzyTxEIY8Kidng7vxvXDlPIlhXFhPdU3MWRyuB7pOD4Wis9Ut_w0kuNVfniYefpU/s400/Tug1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332780960700659106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigREdQWN33e5qSYBrXA0HvrOwJvHd7QZamCv7wxT4dc5dYqELhC96iwV6hQBcqVc2oq_JY3Dy4KJ0oCm_QPXR0W0KkHZREMm6bXtmwf7St05yV1Emz1rTPPkRGx9K-LQNNLPLDZ5kAbN-W/s400/Tug2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332780969943254386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCKvztPH8oMiRf_3wozwEAfQwCWCieoqfFYxv30dJSRZPTocLiOszdyycL1VWneO9tdm3jiQN4gjyKzWR4-RBbMLZylUGy6CBgeDJM7kMs0xDmtm9V6OjJek8e5X8M4buQU9P03PaAuh4/s400/Tug3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332780973913835762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqOjMEu6aUUsErwEA_q_kM4IVigVPj_lnp9D8pgGOFgA_E3XErRemq3BgdFZFr7blQ9OUGA1pCrduDpDu21oV9QrZpGssDrf-eiIQgHxbaxDGR2GWnizn9kbdGZFisyieIqesafE0qL45/s400/Tug4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332780978792341954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8q15_Fu8WuDmTCKP4PsFl_dHMSuo_JBIaiLH3zVbbVhjsF48fJr-Picj31jdQbCw0fliGRJquO9aY1Ejdy8rGEkI4hMnQxER8diJJ6DmMUCK9tz7OAbFz8OpOSGXRFjywiDKQxS_6pBO/s400/Tug5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332782901863501778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fhUgF_ls4oOz2gpNzkerqgkH9Azso5EJmapy3JUa2JCPn8mUSxhZNxfWazDV9VlUUrh-zHBjBhBBfXLf8Znxw2MDZ4dnbaMv3wg0s8jz6fA2Qxmb2yDJtg2dxiHqs2kT2CwDXMj3LZ3K/s400/Tug6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332782926662698754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Because I couldn't get onto the sofa I got very cross and decided to try and kill the toy so that Bran couldn't play with it any more!</div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ILFySekOjo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ILFySekOjo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>SophieRAWRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200072780491095382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-82293405886484944572009-05-06T18:55:00.003+01:002009-05-06T19:13:16.794+01:00Sunday 3rd May: Very Special FoodAt last! A not very exciting day!<div><br /></div><div>Sophie and Sarah went out for a little bit today. I decided that I was a very tired boy and stayed home with the big dogs to look after the house. As a special treat for being so good, I got a yummy thing called a Kong. It is a little red thing that looks like a toy but smells DIVINE! I spent lots and lots and lots of time licking the yummy food out of it and by the time I was finished, Sophie and Sarah were back!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyqRdA80sZf7GqVDqdDocYoxjeREoe8gQepyEeBRqZq65QNQyPeyn3iIFTzUvWbPdJlVB5wBgzv0QNy2-10d7IwAzPLhZUbkJKzcx5U01n_jLCaCIar7v1SctnaefETry6mpQDat69kI-9/s400/Kong2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332774828584194546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOgF3T9FR1vfovuQHv8_qCBKB6GsofIF3a042kLL8bFz-JQ3ECMFMb2j3-dkr8B7MgcRRNEQ-dpydhSNMI0nTbQRyMtK4JmfUJjHH7EsAU3iYWc9VpXttVGkHphNyRP0bupW3hloSW1TR/s400/Kong1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332774816689294994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>The only exciting thing that did happen today was that I managed to jump high enough to get onto the sofa all by myself!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7K5sbhaLggL2wkBNxcXtx3xha0ZWNeiwwzJ2wD9Cx7HMzAo-od3zTh1yrmJ8SAjFBpnbcyJv5MFQibGgmnABjTBEzMN-XkqXTh8iIa_K-nWcie9TAF8IvW1nNo_zFDdog8DW_Hp9Q1Dc9/s400/Sofa+King.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332774835224597426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I did also have a loooovely big cuddle with my new big brother, Bran.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMsy_qgrMaUQmOFiX7LBAWUyFhyphenhyphenbW1QrG391-91iZR28W6C0b8nZdO_ZGluYS0dOak0dcfVwtEGnTlugacWewxUrJ51MIIw_2FhhP225NP6PHcQsC4PRIveSCPkB__sXOPM_QS_K2lW4p/s400/LittleLarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332774830905483410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div>SophieRAWRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200072780491095382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-61375844056344362152009-05-06T18:42:00.002+01:002009-05-06T18:55:26.835+01:00Saturday 2nd May: A Very Special Day OutAfter the excitement of the last few days I didn't think that anything more exciting could happen, but I was wrong! Today I went for a ride in Nanny's car with Nanny and Sophie and Sarah and the other girl (I think her name is Georgie). It was very strange because we stopped and only Sarah got out! Sophie told me that she was going to check a house for a lady who wanted to adopt a dog from the <a href="http://www.oldies.org.uk/">Oldies Club</a>. While Sarah was gone, we went to visit some shops (and I was being held in a very weird thing. Sophie tells me it's called a backpack. It felt a bit weird but was dead comfy). A lot of people came over to me and stroked me and said I was very pretty.<div><br /></div><div>We went to pick up Sarah and we went to walk along a thing called a beach! There was lots and lots of water and the air smelled all salty. Then we sat down and had some drinks (I got my lunch!!) and then we went to get some chips. I didn't know what "chips" were but Sophie sneaked me one under the table and now I know what chips are. DELICIOUS!</div><div><br /></div><div>We walked back to the car and went to visit even MORE shops, where MORE people told me I was very cute and I only bit a couple of fingers so Nanny bought me a cool new toy.</div>SophieRAWRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200072780491095382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-64366480148319457522009-05-06T18:24:00.006+01:002009-05-06T18:43:31.797+01:00Friday 1st May: A Very Special DayGuess what happened first thing this morning? I did not get any breakfast!! I didn't like that one bit, but I guess being taken for another adventure made up for it a bit. We went back to that place that smelled of dogs and other animals and this time I got to sit on Sophie's lap (Sophie is the name of the lovely girl, I found out). We went into another room and met a different man this time and he picked me up for a cuddle (good news!), but then Auntie Fi and Sophie and Sophie's mum left me with the man (bad news!). The man was very nice and he put me in a very comfy kennel in a room where there were lots of kennels full of cats!<div><br /></div><div>The rest of my time at this special place is a bit of a blur because I seem to have been quite sleepy and napped a lot through the day. When I was feeling more awake I found that a bit of fur had been shaved off of my leg! But that wasn't too bad because then they gave me some food!</div><div><br /></div><div>Eventually, a nice lady took me out of the kennel into the place that smelled of other dogs and there was Auntie Fi and Sophie's mum waiting to give me cuddles! They looked a bit sad but I don't know why so I just gave them big kisses and made them smile (I was still happy I had been fed!).</div><div><br /></div><div>We went in the car to Nanny's house again and this time Sophie and another little girl were there.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqj-Ht9MCAterxvh68H2xQ_hB1zGLCMahOVLMp026W5htHVLywTiEsu0gy-G5dk6v5J2x2YAgwSUf2fDIX7fQoNK9K0fNVZkTlHb4e0rnYgEh1U3xyu3IhQGgcT2XF8Yf2dDBCVaAoWVm8/s400/Treat+Time.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332765493904146050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div>Sophie gave me some extra special big cuddles and told me something very exciting - I am going to live with her forever and ever and ever!!! She also told me that I am not going to be "just" Hugo any more. Because I am going to be her very special boy, my full title will now be Prince Hugo Roger Hendy of Chook Towers. Isn't that a fine name?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfUpyxp0OxjF_jfDqT88pgtwvimuk3eAPkThB6oFr9f4TH91HF4Xr6TqHQr_sFt1PqQnWWfQFjAXd1iMRJi5qfjsFU2EU0n8_2BsLmJGkQm4Yzs56CXyeNBcoUviTi1D-kz12cmw0Sr0z/s400/Sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332765481767690946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>Sophie and the girl were staying with Nanny, so Auntie Fi and the lady (I have found out that her name is Sarah) took me back to the house, my new home!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkm-hZNJShTDB4krqzaW0yAcxO8OZNfv7Jb3ql2AmgNObeu0YkFs8bP5hWaOucNWzbeAcYaMYkr9e9i5pKUAxf-_hgoQclYNFZMhDpRL2yYmWwqSGNd5VNjiUvZwazHJXLx9srhtIhRkrR/s400/Cute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332765470764255218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>Even though I'd had a very exciting and tiring new day, I found the energy to play with Orca and the other big brown dog (Bran) for a while before snuggling up for cuddles and going to sleep. Then Auntie Fi and Orca and Patch got in the van and went back to tell my granny Rosie that I had found a new home.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLM7oQG50m1P55xtFqjtwvfaAOhVC-64fDBFbq7YOHnd1keoOYd9yqv7UAPzXjtrE9TcJlclPOBZ0bMz7joQTY195I3htmUzfkKaX4PRmLUuBux_Vfg2SgqtRzX9-hfxZ9s4A-vk_2aC3/s400/Spot+the+Puppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332765489394267394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEChuIWnWrF_PSxu4Qvh2uDuPMjvN_GVtj3-7pyQ7_evR4RX5J_l2GD_wi0-PF3tcO24rPQmQlkm_Q5QwvnRccbzy3VilxbZQh7QM0BwQfXEA5iIo_d20jrBqgJnXpEcOukW11QabKbX-/s400/Sleepy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332765486840235442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div>SophieRAWRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200072780491095382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-14256413537165415652009-05-06T17:01:00.007+01:002009-05-06T18:24:15.154+01:00Thursday 30th April: A Very Special Visit<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Hello, Hugo here.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This morning, I had to tell my granny Rosie that I was going to go for a ride in Auntie Fi's van, with my friends Orca and Patch, and it was going to be an adventure. We were in the van for a very long time before it stopped. When Auntie Fi let me out of my Travelling House, I was in a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">new </span>place, where there was a big brown dog like Orca, and a big white dog in a very comfy looking giant crate. There was also a very lovely girl with a very comfy lap!<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Being a very brave boy, I spent the afternoon playing wrestling and barking and hiding games with the big brown dogs.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mLwGIMMEtwCmAdjHVuyVo0F_JFeKVmMlDBuyGtTRCx3-M3aSln17M_w02jDwx8bi2fiLjxYeCgObKXv_CmnFCx_oEQI368eIw_Ai3cRtmzLnQnQPLzzMGNq8aNr9d7Z6qF58Pia4ycod/s400/Wrestling2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332757282515935666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBQeEDSFhNIEIX36m61kBiG71jrSzSu2lk6pxGA-tY9mn6lxfaOXWEKaKN_10jAT5X1U_AT3kaS7LpBPMTxn4swsomu5FHYMdu8Otsll8FKwJRLazvePFhixRojItvB77pV-ghCMUjZB2/s400/Wrestling1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756813685663826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2znB77NQ449r1YM7ybtFzGBI5mMszcTNU37RxQYt5UkUULyqVl5k61-Jx80GRnys6omZHjQXv2vQphbdrUWenYHjXZj_JELbRjCAiipLN9Ufr4OZOp0bOb0tle-gR6IpUFA_DDj8Zm_a/s400/Posing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756809601147010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYq59nV0mvcnqrCyEF2ZVzgfMPyzRW9h2KZc3qnxp4vR7BTrql0DUzzw0uGwuiqxgLxlLBGJ9vQqaibfywEjBN7HO7eqjWhk4bq3fy8B1N4tQ6PMLKaTvRuM14q0yN5jDmClgua3GpGWw/s400/Hiding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756806650646018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcgN3w8w-yyyfbACDaGkv1vVp_NH4b8G5zduu5A8mCe2rAJ63j8DDCaRxovp83KbC1wsxtOSStloKEvvdfK1P_4CxbQi_kVThQ9GBJ0SWSTLAYKg-okdSI_3y3lOao2y8VHDpDGMHWTPJ/s400/Barking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756798329207938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then, Auntie Fi and another lady (I think she was the lovely girl's mum) took me for a ride in a car. Another adventure! This time when we got out of the car we were at a place that smelled of lots of other dogs and animals. I cuddled up and had a sleep on Auntie Fi's lap for a little while and then we went into another room where I met a very nice man called Oliver. He put a very cold thing on my belly and listened to my heart. He told Auntie Fi and the lady that he needed me to come back in so that he could take photographs of my insides (gross, I know!).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We went back into the car and drove to ANOTHER new place!!! This time, I met some very special people called Nanny and Grumpy. Grumpy gave me lots and lots of cuddles and Nanny gave me lots and lots of kisses while Auntie Fi and the lady had drinks.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We went back to the lovely girl's house where I played with the big brown dogs again and had my tea, and then Auntie Fi put me to bed where I fell fast asleep after my very exciting day.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcKV560xTlvbjCxk4UkwRkOvN26lUdawl6IAgb2OzAc3IZLGuaOdQ1uVd0AYsokyPy1zj1zMZzvI5XzjtI3sLiEJ3P3WMnVW-YOTKc5wmcw-aDxh5G2bx5Ed5AF_JtfzOLq3lzxrmTLq1/s400/Cuddle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756802523112850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div></div>SophieRAWRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200072780491095382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394624250778868528.post-35923846846425300102009-05-04T14:49:00.007+01:002009-05-04T17:05:53.114+01:00Introducing Prince Hugo Roger Hendy of Chook TowersPrince Hugo is a very special jack russell terrier puppy. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_4YpUUJ99xl8U2ldVQbuxYQ3CEh3qJgL2Y0frYtjSmz1rz8KdHKLPYjVfCeY9criLYcr_Ujp3vfQ2gVyt_ImLjSCv7ngq_uZQ1faUkVWTeqajuhicAJF6g4cMassrRAtyV2yIiB7fYJCR/s400/DSCF3028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996410067472610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><div><br /></div><div>He was handed in to Lizzie's Barn Sanctuary along with his grandmother - 8 year old Rosie - because their "mum" was moving into accommodation that would not allow dogs. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXxyWnwwxeLt3pvJvwA2h80J9nk8TyRmmP1drfzsmqV1bODWhiyrlBpteI3Sr91qW0dj_7rf37w2DznTwORQSW7Teci1v3_PDHXK56PpfqTcIPf4DSwN7GveCoFJFiRJtPnoA7fGoiFPe/s400/RosieHugo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985220900160546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Hugo was born on Christmas Eve 2008, but weighs just 1.88 kgs and is the size of a 6/8 week jack russell pup. As with all dogs who arrive at the Barn, Fionna took them for a vet check. During the course of the check, her vet noted that Hugo had a very loud heart murmur. He admitted that he was not a heart specialist and recommended that Hugo be examined further for the cause of the heart murmur to be diagnosed and treated. Fionna decided that the best place to do this would be our usual vets - <a href="http://www.highcroftvet.co.uk/">Highcroft Vets</a> - as they have been fantastic with our other dogs - Flora and <a href="http://brandogsblog.blogspot.com/">Bran</a> - and have helped with other Barn dogs, as well as having a wonderful cardiologist on site. </div><div><br /></div><div>And so, Fionna arrived last Thursday with Hugo in his carrier, <a href="http://orcasholiday.blogspot.com/">Orca the Porker</a> and Patch for a short visit. Hugo went along to visit the cardiologist who very quickly realised that further tests and examinations were going to be needed. The following day was his day off, but he offered to come in for the morning just so that Hugo could be scanned and x-rayed before Fionna needed to return to South Wales with him. A pulmonic stenosis - which could be treated with surgery - or an aortic stenosis - which could be treated with medication - were the most likely candidates for Hugo's noisy heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hugo spent the rest of Thursday evening behaving much like every other jack russell puppy: yapping wildly, tripping up every person within stepping distance and winding up the much larger chocolate labrador pups! Thankfully, he slept soundly through the night.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uv55jMW2wDJl8kr-QB4g2ifAT6luVRj9-gIedXRWHtUJObPe35n6axefi0KRHffnxcVkp1NIyolGhSqrEtlZoJBemSNvaZvQNdlaIA9jHsTF-lCb4te34DzUlppOt3bWgvhxSJgpolZp/s400/DSCF3152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331994253307254050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Friday morning arrived and Hugo objected to not having breakfast before being whisked out of the door on an adventure into the unknown. We handed him into the care of Highcroft and left.</div><div><br /></div><div>At 1 o'clock the phone call came that changed everything.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oliver - the cardiologist - told us that Hugo has both a <a href="http://www.heartydog.co.uk/diseases/en/pulmonary_stenosis.shtml">pulmonic stenosis</a> AND an <a href="http://www.heartydog.co.uk/diseases/en/aortic_stenosis.shtml">aortic stenosis</a>. This means that valves on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">both </span>sides of his heart have restricted openings for whatever reason. As well as this devastating news, we were told that Hugo has <a href="http://www.patient.co.uk/showdoc/27000348/">increased mitral valve regurgitation and hypertrophy</a> - which means that the heart muscle has thickened and distorted the mitral valve, which in turn means that the valve cannot close properly and so some blood leaks back into the left atrium when the left ventricle contracts - and <a href="http://www.labbies.com/tvd.htm">tricuspid valve dysplasia</a> - which means that the valve has not come away from the right ventricle wall as it should have done during embryonic development and so the valve remains open allowing blood to leak back into the right atrium when the right ventricle contracts. All of these defects are congenital and have been present since birth, which explains why Hugo is such a tiny little boy. As the defects are so severe, neither surgery nor medication will make much difference at this point. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sadly, Oliver also told us that he expects Hugo to live only for another 6 months :o(</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJ8IQrTGncVedfl-oyqfZXtMcJJbLHmWWQzuje9AxgzePSRHHP4Gn0yQ5prIw4vZMmkf32GBCrs_gig3HUqiQVLy_HJ8PVOXzXyjuoPLN_T5l5K6tyl24FEmsEXd28_ImLXy-AX55mWR_/s400/DSCF3017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331997490662552418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>At this point, my 10 year old daughter, Sophie, stepped up to the plate. In the time that Hugo had already been with us during Fionna's visit, he had made it quite clear that Sophie was his favourite person and Sophie had thoroughly enjoyed lavishing him with the love and cuddles he demanded. Fionna made it clear that Hugo was going to need to have 15 years worth of love and life crammed into the space of 6 months and would need somebody that would bond tightly enough with him that his health could be carefully monitored in case of any deterioration. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sophie is a dog lover and seems to have a special affinity with dogs. Fionna is her idol. She has helped me to care for our dogs for years and has also helped me with our foster dogs that we've had over time, so she barely hesitated in offering to make Hugo her responsibility.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLSob8rgaakzpYcSEg25u6Z6tZoqAnpWE0L1flSBQ4yCnIWRpFIS-qFa2Zf79fgTIk6XAejL__4qWWWmo8wB6-Z61lCvNPVZ6cl23CgZHbAVQg39yLj0OaN6KDcn45ohnRf-Da2HqQkbi/s400/DSCF3035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331997493612076962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>And so Hugo became Prince Roger Hugo Hendy of Chook Towers. A mighty title for a tiny dog full of might and fight.</div><div><br /></div><div>From here on in, the responsibility of this blog will fall to Sophie and Prince Hugo (with some assistance if needed!) and they will share the memories that they make in Hugo's time with us. Also to be shared, will be the fundraising efforts that Sophie plans to put in place to help with the costs of Prince Hugo's care or for other dogs needing medical assistance during their stay at Lizzie's Barn.</div><div><br /></div><div>To say that I am proud of my daughter would be a massive understatement, but Prince Hugo is a very special puppy and he needed a very special person to step up for him. Fortunately for him, my very special Sophie was on hand.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>SophieRAWRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14200072780491095382noreply@blogger.com0