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Sunday, January 23, 2011
1) The red and green kibble tastes better than the brown and bone-shapped kibble and can be selectively eatten by picking up a couple of kibble at a time and dropping the non-green and non-red back in the bowl.
2) She can reach the door nob, turn it, and push it, but it still doesn't open like it does for mom and dad (the door swings in, fortunately, or we'd have a loose dog).
Sunday, October 10, 2010
For those of you who know me well, you know that I spend a lot of time on the couch. Reading, sleeping, cudding with Gloria, whatever it is, I like to do it on the couch. I'm also a little cheap. So after several weeks of shopping, when we came across Ashley Furniture's Rutherford Brindle set we fell in love. When we found it online, it was the perfect mixture of quality, stlye, comfort, and value.
Three weeks of anticipation later, these showed up at our door:
For those of who haven't bought couches lately, these fine couches are the Ashley Furniture Palmer set. Nice couches, but not what we ordered.
We're not sure how long it will take for the furniture company to come pick these up and deliver the correct couches, but everytime I turn around, Gloria seems to be making use of the new, but wrong, furniture:
Sunday, September 19, 2010
After a couple of wrong turns (the GPS couldn't find it), a narrow escape from the police (there was a drunk driving check point - Gloria was NOT a fan), and having to stop to ask for directions in the surprising bustling Adult Entertainment store (the only establishment on 522 S after you pass through Berkley Springs), we finally made it to this adorable and homey cabin.
Gloria really enjoyed playing fetch/chase in the yard with her dad:
My two favorites
Kyle wanted to go kayaking, so we took a little trip down (and up) the Potomac. It was gorgeous, the water absolutely clear and the perfect temperature, but given my track record, we decided it would be a terrible idea for me to bring my camera. Here are the pre and post pics:
The Potomac - The rental place didn't do drop offs so we paddled up and floated back.
We forgot to hold our Kayak Paddles Correctly
After Kayaking, we cleaned up for dinner (which unfortunately, Gloria couldn't come) and K took me to this gorgeous Scenic Overlook at sunset. You can see Pennsylvania, Maryland, W. Virginia and the Potomac all at the same time. We met another couple who took our photo and we took their's. Then we headed across the street to the romanic candle lit steak house where we were uncerimoniously denied entrance due to a lack of reseravations. We went to our backup restrant, a cute little Grill with live music on the patio, and ironically enough, we ran into the other couple, who was also turned away from the steak house. : )
Finally, we went back to the cabin (we were missing our little girl), and decided to cuddle with her under the stars. While we were all three snuggling, we started talking about our little family and Kyle asked me what was missing from our family. I, of course, gave him my standard answer, "George," the name of the mini aussie brother we plan to get for Gloria once we have a yard. Instead of giving me his standard answer of "yeah" with the standard smile and kiss, he said "Yes, but something else is missing," got down on one knee, pulled out a gorgeous ring, then proposed! None of the night-time photos turned out well, but in daylight, here's the spot:
Where Kyle proposed
Needless to say, the Cowboy Cabin will always have a special place in our hearts (and on my finger)!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Regardless, anytime she runs in tall grass, she starts sneezing, repeatedly. But she's a dog, so she loves to run in the grass, and especially to sniff it.
Her solution? Run in the grass sniffing and sneezing as long as she can stand it, then take a quick break on the concrete. She does this in about 20 second increments. 15 seconds in the grass, 5 seconds on the side walk. It sounds something like this:
*ah choo* *sneeze* *sniffle* *ah choo* *head shake* ______ *ah choo* *sneeze* *sniffle* *ah choo* *head shake* repeat.....
Sunday, August 8, 2010
She wasn't too happy about about leaving her mom (and her mom wasn't too happy about her leaving either), but after a TAS approved long and tearful goodbye (apparently I was sad enough looking that they told me to take as long as I needed before I put her in her TAS screened crate), she was on her way.