tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30310408396616577112024-02-18T21:17:05.384-08:00Ugly Dog SallyStaciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499170011070140163noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031040839661657711.post-34795960630411628182011-09-02T10:30:00.000-07:002011-09-02T10:30:21.441-07:00The Split<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Boss or Golden?</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Golden or Boss?</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The decision is being made for me, I love them both. The tension between them is unsettling and I've been trying to split my time between them equally. One moment they're all smiles the next moment Golden is locked in the bathroom crying quietly so no one can hear her (unless you have dog ears!). </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Golden has decided to talk to Boss about whether it's alright to take me. I'm technically her dog, under her name but he's been an equal part of loving and caring for me. Considering I was stepping in to fill their broken hearts after the loss of the baby it's only fair to give both sides a chance to take me.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Here's the depressing part. Unfortunately coincidences have been cruel to Boss and Golden. Golden's brother is coming on the 6th which was her projected due date to have the baby. Golden isn't sure if Boss remembers, but it's an extra sad thing to add on to an extra sad day.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Golden has had second thoughts, but she knows that improvements from Boss are a last second effort to keep her here. I love him. I love her. I want to be with both of them but the reality is that she needs to move on.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I'll keep you guys posted.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Sally</strong></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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhjUKThVPgeLE_ToOBRXwQ3X92VzyfsvgneZo5A-GG5sw47kM1xEfjCWaOdMVYde-qbdLXV1fdv31zcdX8O1r5VjEADT93KluH8wM5BMd9GdHW1l9k_MKul3g7td5JLqC7-O3KlDx5HRX/s1600/DSC00252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhjUKThVPgeLE_ToOBRXwQ3X92VzyfsvgneZo5A-GG5sw47kM1xEfjCWaOdMVYde-qbdLXV1fdv31zcdX8O1r5VjEADT93KluH8wM5BMd9GdHW1l9k_MKul3g7td5JLqC7-O3KlDx5HRX/s320/DSC00252.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /></strong></a></div>Staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499170011070140163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031040839661657711.post-79877243432244503362011-09-01T10:33:00.000-07:002011-09-01T11:20:54.954-07:00Havoc<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Things aren't going so well in our little family. Boss has gotten lazy and my Golden is fed up. He's been playing video games for hours and hours instead of playing with us. It's just gone downhill.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>My Golden has been doing weird stuff to get herself ready to leave. She's changed her color! She's not a Golden anymore, but now a chocolatey color. Silly human. She tried looking for a place that would allow her to keep me, but she can't find a place she can afford. So she's giving up on college for a bit to head back east with me for a few months.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I'm very sad about this. I love my Boss when he isn't being lazy. Golden loves him too, but she can't live everyday being ignored by her own fiance. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I hear that there's another dog where we're moving. So excited about that!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I'll keep you all updated when I can!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Here's a picture of the dog I will be moving in with. He's handsome, isn't he ladies?</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499170011070140163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031040839661657711.post-54021392652742003172011-06-28T16:56:00.000-07:002011-06-28T16:56:18.567-07:00Wrestling Champion!<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>My life is awesome.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong>My Golden and Boss' nieces came in and played with me. They are still nervous around dogs, but after a while they were wrestling around with me. I loved tasting their faces and trying to pry my toys out of their hands. I successfully got all the stubby arms off of my last squeaky stuffed animal.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Golden is reading reviews on new dog treats. Anyone have any suggestions for her?</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipedT49YAc9LpEIZjb4kTMlcoPWYkvS1GzWQW2cZZVYrU8HY-eo8A2roVqApZKzBBmKvc3jkLEgK-wbdc_iQldU6P0V2hTwO95ywyQBEQDs7UIyqd7XfwwlzUIXJ8UeeuYBSI-GK5Yc6ld/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipedT49YAc9LpEIZjb4kTMlcoPWYkvS1GzWQW2cZZVYrU8HY-eo8A2roVqApZKzBBmKvc3jkLEgK-wbdc_iQldU6P0V2hTwO95ywyQBEQDs7UIyqd7XfwwlzUIXJ8UeeuYBSI-GK5Yc6ld/s400/028.JPG" width="400" /></strong></a></div>Staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499170011070140163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031040839661657711.post-39859163398255707472011-06-28T13:37:00.000-07:002011-06-28T13:40:33.421-07:00Gremlins in the Park<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>My Golden drove me to the dog park early this morning. The park was full of really fun dog personalities and as soon as we were enclosed in the park I was set free to meet and greet them all. It was a blast showing off how fast I am compared to everyone else, I even heard one of the other humans mention that I might have a bit of Greyhound in me (there we go with the guessing again)! I love being chased around by my friends and I have no problem making new friends, until today.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>This tall and older human lady was carrying two yorkies past me, she was looking down her long nose (longer than mine) at me and said this;</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>"We'll go to the one in Henderson, we don't play with dogs that look like GREMLINS!"</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>My Golden went nutso on her. She then swooped down on me and began rambling about how cute I am and how my personality makes me even cuter. I don't really believe her, but I'm not keen on being a good looking dog. I have a lot of lessons to teach all of these humans about what makes a -good dog-. I kind of like being the ugly duckling.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Besides, Gremlins was a great movie. At least I think so. ;)</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAebJWAkU726lkYPk4frl7jkIi4tDpGLQ1pcTYUCXoNVMOYxEF529DRCgKjtsSvh1MxCPnf7rwzqyMuXZE7WnyNcYEzxdiysNqIFztzdWUZQHLxP-KegGYa71esOcLU1eJyja5gaNaiYA/s1600/Picture0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAebJWAkU726lkYPk4frl7jkIi4tDpGLQ1pcTYUCXoNVMOYxEF529DRCgKjtsSvh1MxCPnf7rwzqyMuXZE7WnyNcYEzxdiysNqIFztzdWUZQHLxP-KegGYa71esOcLU1eJyja5gaNaiYA/s320/Picture0003.jpg" width="320" /></strong></a></div>Staciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499170011070140163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031040839661657711.post-8525617996819021592011-06-27T19:11:00.000-07:002011-06-27T19:11:34.768-07:00A journey begins<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>My name is Sally.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Not the world's most creative name, but a name none the less to a dog with such a humble beginning.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I am a stray, not by choice of course but I'm not the most wanted of animals in the Vegas area which is flooded with lovely pitbulls and chihuahuas. I am a mix of every breed know to man. The animal shelter had a fun time trying to figure out my precise origins, and I laugh in their direction for trying.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I had recently had puppies prior to going to the animal shelter, the puppies are no longer in my life but I hope as a mother would that they have found a charming home. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Surprisingly, I managed to find a home after a month's stay at an animal shelter. I fondly refer to them as my pets. They are a young couple having just lost a child of their own (the similarities were striking, my friends) and the young woman became instantly attached to me despite my rough fur and over all...not very attractive physique. I call her my Golden because of her hair color. I call him boss, because he's just that...my boss. I found their personalities quite intriguing. Both were playful and loving, it was so hard to resist their charms. They took me home a day later after I went through a major surgery so that I could have no more pups.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>It's been four months since I chose to go home with these two weirdos. I wake up to their faces beaming down on me way too early in the morning. I know that this is my forever home.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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