tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287746665990592362024-03-13T22:11:08.083-07:00Lady the American DingoLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-68315224091490432882010-10-25T14:19:00.000-07:002010-10-25T14:19:53.431-07:00Better view<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/TMXzZUjV1uI/AAAAAAAAARE/IEfZff0KPJQ/s1600/IMG_5704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/TMXzZUjV1uI/AAAAAAAAARE/IEfZff0KPJQ/s320/IMG_5704.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>I looked out the window this morning to see Lady perched upon a large rock in our yard. Earlier she was trying to jump up a tree for some unknown reason. It is a beautiful warm October day and I think she is feelin fine!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-10546524421933301332010-09-08T20:06:00.000-07:002010-09-08T20:06:56.433-07:00It's been one year!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/TIhNCU9E2lI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HREVgxM95eE/s1600/IMG_5326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/TIhNCU9E2lI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HREVgxM95eE/s320/IMG_5326.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This weekend marks one year since we've rescued Lady from Tennessee. She has come so far from the shy and nervous girl that came off the rescue transport! Here she is helping me sort through magazines. She likes to be in the middle of whatever is going on-especially when it comes to the kids! She is always game for playtime. Lady is so cool, unique and full of love. We couldn't have rescued a better dog for us! We love you Lady!!!!!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/TIhOnnq4dKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bhep1tZd9r0/s1600/IMG_4773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/TIhOnnq4dKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bhep1tZd9r0/s320/IMG_4773.JPG" /></a></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-78461644139647818082010-06-29T17:37:00.000-07:002010-06-29T17:39:05.596-07:00A Dog's View<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/TCqRWaxwSTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gIibdGK7bss/s1600/IMG_4830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/TCqRWaxwSTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gIibdGK7bss/s320/IMG_4830.JPG" /></a></div>Do you ever get down on the floor and see the world from your dog's point of view? Everything seems bigger! No wonder they listen to us! They think we are giant!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-83801817220274369922010-05-16T16:41:00.000-07:002010-05-16T16:41:34.206-07:00Lady and Couchy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S_CBtDEgAmI/AAAAAAAAANc/LgJ5paai8_Q/s1600/IMG_4388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S_CBtDEgAmI/AAAAAAAAANc/LgJ5paai8_Q/s320/IMG_4388.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div>Lady loves to eat stuffed animals, so it is a surprise to me that she is leaving Couchy the wolf alone. I'm sure she is just pretending she is not interested so when I walk away she can grab it and pull out all its stuffing. I told her a little boy would have her stuffed if she dares to try!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-38526440135745316052010-04-22T19:37:00.000-07:002010-04-22T19:38:44.965-07:00Spring has sprung!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S9EGWgSW9PI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ncr5QBqj1Yg/s1600/IMG_4263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S9EGWgSW9PI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ncr5QBqj1Yg/s400/IMG_4263.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think Lady is the happiest about Spring this year. She wants nothing more than to be outside hanging with the kids. Here she is running around with the boys. She loves to be one of the gang. </div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-54940822048127434372010-03-21T19:26:00.000-07:002010-03-21T19:26:59.991-07:00The look<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S6bUHWJhLpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R02iaVeIoZo/s1600-h/IMG_3953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S6bUHWJhLpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/R02iaVeIoZo/s320/IMG_3953.JPG" vt="true" /></a></div>This is the look I get when Lady is trying to get me to hurry up and give her a treat. She can only pose so long for a picture that I am ultimately going to erase and take again. If the look doesn't work, then a loud "woof" is sure to snap me out of my slow motion treat release....Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-19968087056818066202010-03-17T10:39:00.000-07:002010-03-17T10:39:41.193-07:00Happy St. Paddy's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S6ETOFamuNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/faKAwfQUeVc/s1600-h/IMG_4126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S6ETOFamuNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/faKAwfQUeVc/s320/IMG_4126.JPG" vt="true" /></a></div>I colored Lady's food green so she could get into the spirit of the day..........................................................................................<br />
Just kidding!<br />
Hope your day is lucky and lovely!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-42011269492276377492010-03-14T13:13:00.000-07:002010-03-14T13:13:57.885-07:00Dog tired<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S50-smh_YlI/AAAAAAAAALg/1gdZ_-ZTja0/s1600-h/IMG_4088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S50-smh_YlI/AAAAAAAAALg/1gdZ_-ZTja0/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" vt="true" /></a></div>The weather is getting nicer and Lady is finally getting some much needed exercise. Scott ran her four miles today and neither has moved since they came back from the run. They say a tired dog is a good dog and that is the truth. <br />
I just realized its been 6 months since we took Lady home for the first time as a 9 month old rescue pup from Tennessee. When she came off the truck she was skin and bones and a bit nervous. Now she is 18 pounds heavier and very relaxed. It was a big adjustment for all of us, but now we are all in harmony.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-50753949609992160262010-03-11T12:15:00.000-08:002010-03-11T12:15:19.414-08:00My latest trick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S5lO6EtCKXI/AAAAAAAAALY/CRkeSzZvdsU/s1600-h/IMG_3922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S5lO6EtCKXI/AAAAAAAAALY/CRkeSzZvdsU/s320/IMG_3922.JPG" vt="true" /></a></div>Lady is a quick learner. She did this move where she looks like a circus elephant once....we all clapped and now she does it all day long. I guess we all like positive feedback!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-37173752246580319002010-03-03T07:37:00.000-08:002010-03-03T07:37:16.567-08:00Be silly!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S46Ap4O4KfI/AAAAAAAAALI/rUP19U--v7I/s1600-h/IMG_3655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S46Ap4O4KfI/AAAAAAAAALI/rUP19U--v7I/s320/IMG_3655.JPG" /></a></div>Each and every day Lady reminds me to have fun! She may look serious in a lot of my photographs because she is posing. (for animal crackers) he he<br />
She constantly tries to engage me in play and is usually successful. I think Lady is here to remind me that having fun is what life is all about. There is plenty of time to be serious....I have to go now....its time to be silly!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S46CHiyfdkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Q0CGaemsiYQ/s1600-h/IMG_3665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S46CHiyfdkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Q0CGaemsiYQ/s320/IMG_3665.JPG" /></a></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-56132521526253178932010-02-17T06:43:00.000-08:002010-02-17T06:43:52.703-08:00Feed Me!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3v7fmsKdDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s8Ee_f7Iq1Y/s1600-h/IMG_3659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3v7fmsKdDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s8Ee_f7Iq1Y/s320/IMG_3659.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>She didn't seem to care about food when we first rescued her. Maybe living on the streets taught her to wait patiently for her next meal. It didn't take Lady long to learn the looks and gestures of getting a treat thrown her way. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3v8-Wotq4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RfxgCkZRkfQ/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3v8-Wotq4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RfxgCkZRkfQ/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" /></a></div>If you sit down to eat she will offer you her paw and if you don't take it she will put it on you until you do. If the offering of the paw does not work then she will do "chin." She will stare at you with her chin on her paw hoping you will notice. Now who is training who?Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-39286797273547727652010-02-13T10:10:00.000-08:002010-02-14T16:53:26.257-08:00Lady<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3bqqBNFZpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1KipqM9tE3w/s1600-h/IMG_3589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3bqqBNFZpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1KipqM9tE3w/s320/IMG_3589.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3brBj6m6TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RgdI-3BlXv4/s1600-h/IMG_3291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3brBj6m6TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RgdI-3BlXv4/s320/IMG_3291.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3ia_5m-Y-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ty07R_51sc0/s1600-h/IMG_3389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3ia_5m-Y-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ty07R_51sc0/s320/IMG_3389.JPG" /></a></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228774666599059236.post-91623126209902079692010-02-13T09:58:00.000-08:002010-02-13T10:04:59.054-08:00Our Rescue dog is an American Dingo???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3bnZpPmJOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DZ5vABOI9KQ/s1600-h/IMG_3568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9_crpx4-rg/S3bnZpPmJOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DZ5vABOI9KQ/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" /></a></div>This is Lady. We rescued her from Tennessee last September. She was 8 months old when we got her. She is a year old now and has become a big part of our family. We didn't know what breed she was when we got her. In fact they told us she was a Cattle Dog mix. Recently someone saw her picture and said that she was a Carolina Dog for sure. We had never heard of a Carolina Dog, but when we googled it we saw our girl! Every thing we read about the Carolina Dog (or American Dingo which they are often referred to as) was exactly Lady from the ears to the tail to the digging holes and sticking her snout in them. She is smart as a whip- she can learn a trick in seconds. Her favorite past time is chewing (which boils down to stealing stuffed animals from the kids and destroying them in minutes). She can be a bit crazy, but she loves us and we love her.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955502604977491325noreply@blogger.com3