tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9879179108553423462024-03-13T13:55:06.444-04:00The DukesterJen takes on Duke the adorable Puggle puppy while tackling the likes of Philadelphia (the biggest city she's ever lived in!).Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-56193252534060434352010-07-22T18:21:00.005-04:002010-07-22T18:37:03.600-04:00Duke's House<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHH2aqV6I/AAAAAAAAFQE/vUVRTOE8Xk8/s1600/0607101729.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHGpXY3sI/AAAAAAAAFPs/RsJJVYTtW6o/s1600/0324000908%231.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjEuGrg1EI/AAAAAAAAFPg/sjBCLSbIF58/s1600/DukesHome.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjEuGrg1EI/AAAAAAAAFPg/sjBCLSbIF58/s400/DukesHome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496859641551836226" /></a>Living in and maintaining a home and a full time job is alot of work! Unfortunately I don't have as much free time as I used to, but fortunately my husband and I have a beautiful home with a yard for Duke!<div><br /></div><div>We lucked out and own 1/2 an acre of property. We have a 1600 square foot house which has turned into our project house. Our neighbors are really nice. One neighbor helps with rescue dogs and always has an ever changing population of new friends for Duke. We are also much closer to Triton and Dinoco (like 5 blocks!) so play dates happen more often. Also way closer to all the fun dog parks!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHH2aqV6I/AAAAAAAAFQE/vUVRTOE8Xk8/s1600/0607101729.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHH2aqV6I/AAAAAAAAFQE/vUVRTOE8Xk8/s400/0607101729.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496862282886043554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Duker meets some dogs at the local dog park (including a puggle puppy!).</i></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHHfoeYUI/AAAAAAAAFP8/6i4uuS6_ibU/s1600/0415001636.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHHfoeYUI/AAAAAAAAFP8/6i4uuS6_ibU/s400/0415001636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496862276769964354" 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><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>Duke takes a walk over to visit Triton and Dinoco.</i></span></div></i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHG1loXoI/AAAAAAAAFP0/HdQxjYKcbbk/s1600/0416001754.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHG1loXoI/AAAAAAAAFP0/HdQxjYKcbbk/s400/0416001754.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496862265483746946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Keeping guard at the front door. Ruff!</i></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHGpXY3sI/AAAAAAAAFPs/RsJJVYTtW6o/s1600/0324000908%231.jpg"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHGpXY3sI/AAAAAAAAFPs/RsJJVYTtW6o/s1600/0324000908%231.jpg"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHGpXY3sI/AAAAAAAAFPs/RsJJVYTtW6o/s1600/0324000908%231.jpg"></a></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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/TEjHGpXY3sI/AAAAAAAAFPs/RsJJVYTtW6o/s400/0324000908%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496862262202785474" 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;"><i>Duke takes a stroll through the spring flowers... and takes his time marking them too!</i></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-10247726639159632892010-04-04T19:01:00.005-04:002010-04-04T19:08:27.290-04:00It's been awhile<div style="text-align: left;">Gosh, I can't even remember the last time I updated Duke's blog. So much has happened!</div><div><br /></div><div>The biggest news is that we've bought a house, and we've moved into that house. Duke loves it because it has stairs, and Duke can't resist playing on the stairs. We have a big yard which we're working on getting fenced or a run for Duke.</div><div><br /></div><div>Before it gets too far into the spring, I'll post two photos from the giant snow storm we got a week before we moved! These photos were taking in the beginning of February when we got about two feet of snow (Duke's other favorite thing!).</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/S7kbPd7we8I/AAAAAAAACzw/OcW_ejRmOCA/s400/Sunburst_Snow_puggleSM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456422376083323842" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/S7kbOBzPmzI/AAAAAAAACzo/VYk3pd9VjkU/s400/FlyingPuggle3SM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456422351351552818" /></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-48726710276782511072009-12-07T18:54:00.001-05:002009-12-07T18:58:32.158-05:00Maya meets Duke<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sx2WMRw1Y1I/AAAAAAAACGo/Y7Zn3si4DGE/s1600-h/Since+the+Wedding+-+075_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sx2WMRw1Y1I/AAAAAAAACGo/Y7Zn3si4DGE/s400/Since+the+Wedding+-+075_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412647464840029010" /></a>Our niece came to visit back in October. Duke made a new friend. She loved his tail!<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sx2WMKZG01I/AAAAAAAACGg/fmUVU483jY0/s1600-h/Since+the+Wedding+-+074_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sx2WMKZG01I/AAAAAAAACGg/fmUVU483jY0/s400/Since+the+Wedding+-+074_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412647462861460306" /></a>I think he's a little uncertain about this blossoming friendship.</div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-53622452178056605552009-10-26T19:26:00.002-04:002009-10-26T19:27:59.357-04:00Duke and his ball.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SuYwWbi6y6I/AAAAAAAACEw/qnwx8CrOapk/s1600-h/Since+the+Wedding+-+045_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SuYwWbi6y6I/AAAAAAAACEw/qnwx8CrOapk/s400/Since+the+Wedding+-+045_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397054365359590306" /></a>I love this picture of Duke. It's pretty accurate. He loves playing ball.Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-58300870181683789472009-10-08T22:08:00.003-04:002009-10-08T22:15:41.964-04:00Some Fav's from the Dog Park in Phoenixville<div>I know it's been awhile, but here are some pictures from one of Duke's recent visits to the dog park! (I've worked like, 90 hours in the past 10 days.... no days off... I'm tired!) Still had time to take him to the dog park though. Spoiled dog!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6bvEgrGrI/AAAAAAAACDM/8MoQGTzaBss/s1600-h/DogPark1.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6bvEgrGrI/AAAAAAAACDM/8MoQGTzaBss/s400/DogPark1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390417036976003762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">All strapped in and ready to roll.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6bxD31VNI/AAAAAAAACDs/rEtc9jNvG2k/s400/DogPark5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390417071164445906" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chillaxin' with some new friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(the one on the right was a puggle puppy named Hershey)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6b320ZdqI/AAAAAAAACD0/iyXJ3ahIcJk/s1600-h/DogPark6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6b320ZdqI/AAAAAAAACD0/iyXJ3ahIcJk/s400/DogPark6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390417187919460002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Even if we don't bring a tennis ball... he finds one.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6bwmTDr4I/AAAAAAAACDk/etDgInDWh4s/s1600-h/DogPark4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6bwmTDr4I/AAAAAAAACDk/etDgInDWh4s/s400/DogPark4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390417063225569154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Duker! It seems you've worn all of them out!</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6bwFH_ZsI/AAAAAAAACDc/4zA_996F3v0/s1600-h/DogPark3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6bwFH_ZsI/AAAAAAAACDc/4zA_996F3v0/s400/DogPark3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390417054320780994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oops! Missed that one. Good try though.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6bvnRTkHI/AAAAAAAACDU/ScbIgeg2BCY/s1600-h/DogPark2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Ss6bvnRTkHI/AAAAAAAACDU/ScbIgeg2BCY/s400/DogPark2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390417046306787442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">What a face! Only a mother could love....</div></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-39350607303195976642009-08-21T10:34:00.004-04:002009-08-21T10:37:07.264-04:00It's a dog's world<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/So6xBpWFhZI/AAAAAAAACBw/6Jx3chY_2mw/s1600-h/ItsADogsWorld.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/So6xBpWFhZI/AAAAAAAACBw/6Jx3chY_2mw/s400/ItsADogsWorld.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372426047336056210" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Haha, it's a dogs world. I love crawling around on the floor with my puppy! He seems to be looking at me going, "what ARE you doing mommy?"</div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-88613676159227976002009-08-11T12:14:00.003-04:002009-08-11T12:21:48.349-04:00Back from being away<div style="text-align: left;">It's been awhile. With the wedding, everything has kind of fallen by the wayside.</div><div><br /></div><div>While we were in Maine getting married, Duker stayed at the <a href="http://www.thebrowndoginn.com/">Brown Dog Inn</a>. It made the wedding weekend go easy. I called it his Puppy day / overnight camp. I think he was even upset that we picked him, totally not excited to see us at all.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SoGZ4PLND8I/AAAAAAAACBE/0GrOLAV3vHk/s400/Wedding+Weekend+Favs+-+170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368741422227591106" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's Duker in Maine after we picked him up. Not even interested in his ring.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SoGZ3r8xmeI/AAAAAAAACA8/UKbHqvoSe0o/s400/Wedding+Weekend+Favs+-+171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368741412771830242" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Can I go back now, Mommy?"</div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-25048936172149100892009-06-24T19:54:00.003-04:002009-06-24T20:21:58.616-04:00Poor Neglected Dukie<div>It's been awhile since I've updated poor Dukie's Blog. Fiance and I are getting married next Saturday, so wedding plans have seriously gotten way out of hand, and poor Duke feels as if he is being neglected. See?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBmM2r_sI/AAAAAAAAAhM/SCA7HzyxKqU/s1600-h/0624091940.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBmM2r_sI/AAAAAAAAAhM/SCA7HzyxKqU/s400/0624091940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351052169299361474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is a common Duke expression when we are at the apartment.<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBWIVuJqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/-naHfK2hYCM/s1600-h/0624091856.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBWIVuJqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/-naHfK2hYCM/s400/0624091856.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351051893209441954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He likes to climb on my lap when I am working on my laptop. See him sneering at me? (I'm working on the wedding program on my laptop, haha)<br /></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBVv4ao-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/XGjcYpE09vc/s1600-h/0623090901.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBVv4ao-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/XGjcYpE09vc/s400/0623090901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351051886644077538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Another cute attention getting ploy.<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBVaqVl7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/hFt1NtuVM60/s1600-h/0619090801.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBVaqVl7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/hFt1NtuVM60/s400/0619090801.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351051880947881906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We didn't even put him in the back, I held him when we visited fiancé's parents this weekend because he was whining in the back.<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBVJx5bFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vpXuT-GyFBs/s1600-h/0605091213.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBVJx5bFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vpXuT-GyFBs/s400/0605091213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351051876416187474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Again, he pushes his head in between my legs when I'm sitting on the couch working on wedding stuff.<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBU5XdiQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DbwVRkBqoDA/s1600-h/MyBoysonCouch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SkLBU5XdiQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DbwVRkBqoDA/s400/MyBoysonCouch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351051872010340610" /></a>There is fiance working on wedding stuff on his laptop. Poor neglected Duke is vying for his attention with a toy next to him (if you look closely you can see him sneering again!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Wedding will be over soon. We are boarding him during the wedding so he doesn't get lost in all the guests. We found this really awesome place in Maine to take him. It reminds me alot of like a doggy day & night camp (I'll post pix later). He isn't going to want to come home! Then when we are on our honeymoon he is staying with Fiancé's parents and their dogs, Triton and Dinoco... again he isn't going to want to come home!</div><div><br /></div><div>It'll be over soon bud, I promise.</div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-67969089334690769152009-05-25T22:23:00.003-04:002009-05-25T22:31:17.707-04:00Memorial Day<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Duke's Memorial Day Story</span></div><div><br /></div><div>BBQ at Fiancé's parent's house, of course Duke came and alll he wanted to do was play ball!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtTOKIoOuI/AAAAAAAAAfs/d6h8P2fDtk0/s1600-h/MemorialDay3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtTOKIoOuI/AAAAAAAAAfs/d6h8P2fDtk0/s400/MemorialDay3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339953285881674466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Daddy, can we play some ball?"<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtTNxKqqzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0-3rtQArSdU/s1600-h/MemorialDay.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtTNxKqqzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0-3rtQArSdU/s400/MemorialDay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339953279179336498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He's fast when he wants to be. It wasn't that hot outside when we started to play.<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtTNrtRX-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/pAYot3vUeJM/s1600-h/MemorialDay8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtTNrtRX-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/pAYot3vUeJM/s400/MemorialDay8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339953277713866722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Duke can change direction in the snap of a finger, but is not very good at stopping on a dime.<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtTNf0EnaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/xwHVUmvdUdA/s1600-h/MemorialDay9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtTNf0EnaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/xwHVUmvdUdA/s400/MemorialDay9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339953274521165218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Got it!"<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS9Ia9nzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gIgf2WlL3WI/s1600-h/MemorialDay2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS9Ia9nzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gIgf2WlL3WI/s400/MemorialDay2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339952993363926834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This just isn't doing it for him. After he gets so heated up he climbs into the water dish and "bobs" for the tennis ball (can you see the drool of water hitting the bowl?).<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS87E5YHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/sBYlxIKFkRc/s1600-h/MemorialDay4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS87E5YHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/sBYlxIKFkRc/s400/MemorialDay4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339952989781713010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Are you sure this is safe?" (notice the life vest)<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS8odngKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/R-nHnbjzV1c/s1600-h/MemorialDay5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS8odngKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/R-nHnbjzV1c/s400/MemorialDay5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339952984785125538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He was a strong swimmer! Fiance held on for the first go with swimming.<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS8TryVcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/g4CCciCCU0c/s1600-h/MemorialDay6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS8TryVcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/g4CCciCCU0c/s400/MemorialDay6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339952979207411138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Duke swims all by himself! He looks like he is smiling in the picture, but it turns out he really doesn't like the water, at least when he is completely submerged.<br /></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS8Fgw6wI/AAAAAAAAAes/rdXUH0HYZbA/s1600-h/MemorialDay7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/ShtS8Fgw6wI/AAAAAAAAAes/rdXUH0HYZbA/s400/MemorialDay7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339952975403084546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is the method he uses to dry himself. He throws himself at whatever absorbent surface he can find... head first and rolls around.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Memorial Day!</div></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-20493434063553796852009-05-12T09:03:00.003-04:002009-05-12T09:07:51.195-04:00May Philadelphia Puggle Meetup<div>Pictures from the May Philadelphia Puggle meetup!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0IefuvHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/m-J_-pON9mw/s1600-h/MayPuggleMeetup1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0IefuvHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/m-J_-pON9mw/s400/MayPuggleMeetup1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334922922570988658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Duke is pretty fast, and obsessed with tennis balls.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0IFbaNmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zvukhFdj78U/s1600-h/MayPuggleMeetup3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0IFbaNmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zvukhFdj78U/s400/MayPuggleMeetup3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334922915841980002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Catch me if you can!"</span></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0HwTddyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/uWKzzd9bB9k/s1600-h/MayPuggleMeetup5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0HwTddyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/uWKzzd9bB9k/s400/MayPuggleMeetup5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334922910171494178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Throw it daddy throw it!"</span></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0HtlBV0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/mD95MCqM_yw/s1600-h/MayPuggleMeetup7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0HtlBV0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/mD95MCqM_yw/s400/MayPuggleMeetup7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334922909439842114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Duke thought this puppy looked like the right size to chase.</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0HqYRVkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JAW5Js3M0Qs/s1600-h/MayPuggleMeetup8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sgl0HqYRVkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JAW5Js3M0Qs/s400/MayPuggleMeetup8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334922908581058114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Duke. We love you.<br /></div></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-76572192042001555742009-04-28T09:37:00.004-04:002009-04-28T09:46:29.675-04:00Belated Birthday Wishes to the Mysterhead.<div>April 25th is Duke's birthday. We missed blogging it because we were driving out to Rochester, New York to visit my brother and such. So here is his birthday wishes, my baby is a year old already! We've even started mixing adult dog food with his puppy food.<br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SfcHyrVH3-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/S89Y6LQvupg/s1600-h/0425091019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SfcHyrVH3-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/S89Y6LQvupg/s400/0425091019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737251222446050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Duke and I in the car.<br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SfcHyeJBxVI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZzR4tkj_mGE/s1600-h/0425091018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SfcHyeJBxVI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZzR4tkj_mGE/s400/0425091018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737247682053458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Duke attempting to sleep on the back seat!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Buddy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-38708140837674610812009-04-24T19:10:00.005-04:002009-04-28T09:52:50.722-04:00Unflattering... Medical question though<div>I apologize for the ever-so-flattering photos of Duke...</div><div><br /></div><div>Duke played outside all day today. I just gave him a bath and noticed these red marks. There are between 5 and 6 of them and they are about the size of a nickel, maybe a quarter. All of them are around his genital area. The two prominent ones are real easy to see in the photo. It looks like a pin prick in the middle, a ring of skin color, then a big ring of red.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SfJHFaYLl3I/AAAAAAAAAcg/iYuooenFUCM/s1600-h/IMG_9567.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SfJHFaYLl3I/AAAAAAAAAcg/iYuooenFUCM/s400/IMG_9567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328399467438380914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SfJHFFAZ2pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/UuRfimUXxXM/s1600-h/IMG_9564.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SfJHFFAZ2pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/UuRfimUXxXM/s400/IMG_9564.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328399461701507730" /></a><br />Anyone know what this is?<div>____________________________________________________</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote>EDIT NOTE: Saturday we checked the spots and they were less red and smaller. Sunday we checked the spots and all that was left was the red spot that was in the middle. We figured after playing in the backyard at Fiancé's parent's house, because it is Spring a small swamp has kind of developed. So, that being said, I believe it was a minor reaction to black fly bites.</blockquote><blockquote>It would make sense figuring the black flies would only be able to bite him in the fleshy parts were there is no fur (near his genitals). He was playing in a swamp. When we get bit by them our skin turns red too and there is a part in the middle where the black flies have to bite on!</blockquote></span></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-75967461444264397632009-04-19T21:52:00.003-04:002009-04-19T21:56:50.307-04:00Enjoying the Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SevV-PbwboI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3rYJyNqHkPE/s1600-h/0419091252.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SevV-PbwboI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3rYJyNqHkPE/s400/0419091252.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586249567301250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Dukester enjoys the warm sunshine.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>His thing is climbing on the back of the couch to sit and bark out the window. He was so exhausted from playing with Triton and Dinoco yesterday that he fell asleep. I sort of woke him up when I grabbed my cell phone to snap a picture.<div><br /></div><div>Yay Spring!</div></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-67259897085477487422009-04-14T08:51:00.004-04:002009-04-14T08:57:14.769-04:00Catching up<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">We were going to take the Dukester to the dog park this weekend for another puggle meetup, but it RAINED all day! Quite lame, poor puppy.<div><br /></div><div>In other news, it's almost Duke's birthday (end of April, before the 28th), not his gotcha day (June 16), but his actual birthday. I can't believe he is almost a year old. It's funny how much a creature can really change your life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ugh, work as well as wedding plans have been keeping me busy and the poor Dukester is feeling it. It will get better.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some tidbits from last month that never made it onto the blog before.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SeSHQiwmcAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/SUaJmjiEMaU/s400/BallSharingDukeTriton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324529377737076738" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Duke and Triton have a collision over the ball.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SeSHH5bEHLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zrQ4n9Gpsqg/s400/MeatyDukeTongue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324529229201939634" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Meet Duke's meaty tongue. It's HUGE.</span></div></div></span>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-68494137479340849832009-04-05T21:13:00.004-04:002009-04-05T21:28:27.188-04:00March Puggle Meet-Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlalY6AgVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/VmHflvaa2Wg/s1600-h/CurledLipDuke.jpg"></a><div>Working can really take a toll on blogging! Here are some photos I took of the puggles from the Philadelphia March Puggle Meet-up.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlaL7afmEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZDCeuhamvb8/s1600-h/PuggleMeetUp12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlaL7afmEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZDCeuhamvb8/s400/PuggleMeetUp12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383595688826946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlaL5Bo4yI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hcmYcMLd4Rs/s1600-h/PuggleMeetUp13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlaL5Bo4yI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hcmYcMLd4Rs/s400/PuggleMeetUp13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383595047707426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlaLo3ygSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0kabjKCubxk/s1600-h/PuggleMeetUp10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlaLo3ygSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0kabjKCubxk/s400/PuggleMeetUp10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383590711427362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZxXZqxMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HUQTZ4wVFG8/s1600-h/PuggleMeetUp7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZxXZqxMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HUQTZ4wVFG8/s400/PuggleMeetUp7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383139345089730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZxOWtJ3I/AAAAAAAAAbI/hId9IzBMhlU/s1600-h/PuggleMeetUp6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZxOWtJ3I/AAAAAAAAAbI/hId9IzBMhlU/s400/PuggleMeetUp6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383136916744050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZwzMmR6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/QGpiGQn6Zxo/s1600-h/PuggleMeetUp3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZwzMmR6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/QGpiGQn6Zxo/s400/PuggleMeetUp3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383129626593186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZwjHTAeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JUwD9lW6sSg/s1600-h/PuggleMeetUp2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZwjHTAeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JUwD9lW6sSg/s400/PuggleMeetUp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383125309391330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZwZLc-7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/hw2d3iG0HNA/s1600-h/PuggleMeetUp1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlZwZLc-7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/hw2d3iG0HNA/s400/PuggleMeetUp1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383122642467762" /></a>What's better than one puggle? MANY PUGGLES!!!!<div><br /></div><div>Where did March go?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SdlalY6AgVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/VmHflvaa2Wg/s400/CurledLipDuke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321384033102365010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Duke has no idea where March went.</div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-85425028643594191862009-03-14T17:25:00.003-04:002009-03-14T17:34:29.262-04:00Duke and the Remote Car<div>During spring cleaning we found fiancé's mini remote controlled car. We introduced it to Duke.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sbwhd5wORAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5QXs9EJE9LE/s1600-h/RemoteCarDuke.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sbwhd5wORAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5QXs9EJE9LE/s400/RemoteCarDuke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313158457993348098" /></a>Set it down carefully. Show the dog.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SbwhdeMkzYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/LRen9Q-sMf0/s1600-h/RemoteCarDuke2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SbwhdeMkzYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/LRen9Q-sMf0/s400/RemoteCarDuke2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313158450596072834" /></a>Bark Bark Bark. Run some... Bark more. Clearly not a fan.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sbwhc6RpFSI/AAAAAAAAAY4/w2wEv_ROWXA/s1600-h/RemoteCarDuke3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/Sbwhc6RpFSI/AAAAAAAAAY4/w2wEv_ROWXA/s400/RemoteCarDuke3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313158440953648418" /></a>We even held poor little Dukemister tight and showed him the car. Not a fan of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Posts are going to be a little more few and far between. I went back to work, which takes up a lot of time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing to do with Duke, but here is an awesome photo fiance took of me doing one of my jobs! I'm a volunteer diver at the Adventure Aquarium in Camden, New Jersey.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SbwiaE3UPsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gd7lZzP9CDA/s400/DeepSleep4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313159491768041154" /></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-35824808567590522702009-03-02T16:41:00.009-05:002009-03-02T17:06:03.988-05:0010 Honest Things About Duke<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SaxXJBgA2_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/--W1wUbDx84/s400/AdorableDuke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308713873296120818" /></div><br /><div>Duke was tagged by <a href="http://lolathepuggle.blogspot.com/">Lola the Puggle</a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Here are the instructions:<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows he or she is real. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Weblog”. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Duke's not very good at following directions, and it appears the nifty icon has been lost. So I'll just write 10 honest things about the Dukemister.</div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SaxUyVKLTdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/iWFa34XiQ1Y/s400/Scratching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308711284412992978" /><ol><li>We only feed Duke kibble. He gets spoiled when he visit's fiancé's parents because they feed him kibble, cheese, chicken, potato, etc etc etc.</li><li>Duke always tries to sleep on a pillow! He's like a little person.</li><li>He lets fiancé carry him around like he is a toddler.</li><li>Duke absolutely loves to ride in the car. Like adores it.</li><li>He has a zig-zag pattern hair part that goes down his back. We call it his zipper.</li><li>He can't get enough of snow! He kind of bounds like a bunny rabbit through it. He also tries to eat it at the same time he's running through it.</li><li>Duke isn't allowed to have any stuffed toys anymore. He is limited to his Kong, a rubber ball, hooves, and a smoked bone.</li><li>His farts are so stinky because he eats his food too fast. (he gulps air when he eats... so it has to go somewhere!)</li><li>The breeder referred to Duke as the "talkative one." He has lived up to that name because he is always making little noises to get our attention.</li><li>Whenever he chews on a hoof he will jump in your lap, put both his paws on your shoulders, and put the hoof about an inch from your face. He's not giving it to you, just showing you he has it. He will then go to everyone in the room and do the same thing. Don't take it, he'll get really grumpy.</li></ol>Here's some pictures of Duke enjoying his snow day... from inside on the couch. What a bum.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SaxXJR8mXuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/K4I-iylb7lA/s400/PillowSleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308713877710986978" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's an example of Duke sleeping on one of our pillows....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SaxXJZT3OeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wLjXyPxwkow/s400/StretchingUpsideDown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308713879687608802" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*STRETCH* "Can we go play in the snow now?!"</div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-81136306487223191352009-02-18T10:05:00.007-05:002009-02-18T10:32:18.577-05:00Baby Duke<div style="text-align: left;">I was contacted by Duke's <a href="http://www.pugsbydesign.com/">breeder</a> the other day because we had mentioned we wanted to get a second puppy. We really wanted to get another puppy from the same mother (River Run Tape, AKA Brownie) and father (There's Basil in My Coffee <-- I love his call name!). Unfortunately the litter would be born and ready to be picked up right before our wedding. We decided it would be unfair for a new puppy to throw him/her into a wedding mess, so we're going to wait until next year when they breed again.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>So it got me thinking about when we first got Duke and decided to put our deposit down, etc etc, so I went back and found his "baby" photos that the breeder sent us.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZwnl71m7vI/AAAAAAAAAXg/B2j71nehVSw/s400/Brownie08Male2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304157993806786290" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">First photo EVER of the Dukemister. Not a very good picture, we were uncertain so we asked her to send us some more.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZwnmB9axGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Vr6n0IytGeA/s400/Brownie08Male2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304157995450156130" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Dukey, clearly camera shy. His poor tail down turned.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZwnnDzo0CI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wuo-zPyk47I/s400/Brownie08Male2_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304158013125873698" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He looks like a clown! This is when I fell in love with him. He's a charmer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZwnoN23zxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2GyDBHYkYYg/s400/Brownie08Male2_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304158033003663122" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you look closely, he's sticking his tongue out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZwnpXZCwyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r_1jOuMow8A/s400/0614081037a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304158052742775586" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's one I took with my cell phone. He was so tiny! Only seven weeks old. What a babe.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZwopBgbXHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/w7Aj0kphv5c/s400/0614081116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304159146379795570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is him in my lap in the car. He just wanted to cuddle.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZwoo9l5JhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FMD_DU2PEes/s400/0614081115a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304159145328977426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pshh, what a LONG day. He mostly slept in the car, right in my lap.</div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-19361950700122962672009-02-09T10:37:00.004-05:002009-02-09T10:50:07.619-05:00Oaks Dog Park<div>Took Mr. Duke to the dog park over the weekend to tire him out. Fiance and I decided we wanted to go dancing Saturday night, and the only way to do that is to make sure we have one tired pup so he doesn't bark at night in the apartment. Success!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, we took him to the Oaks Dog Park. We figured it would end up somewhat messy and dirty because the weather went from the 20's up to the mid 50's in two days. We arrived to find a giant fenced in mud pit. Since we already drove there, and we had towels in the trunk, we decided to let Duke play.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZBON0I-O1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Cse6ewuzjPE/s1600-h/TravisThrowsforDuke.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZBON0I-O1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Cse6ewuzjPE/s400/TravisThrowsforDuke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822760656616274" /></a>Fiance says that Duke is the first dog he's ever owned that plays fetch! And Duke does, he really runs after it and brings it back, no questions asked.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZBOGSX5WjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dz3kxdPlNKo/s1600-h/RunningInTheMud.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZBOGSX5WjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dz3kxdPlNKo/s400/RunningInTheMud.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822631333321266" /></a>Here he is fetching. Notice the shinny ground and his wet chest. This was only the beginning of the mess.<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZBOGAWPD7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/gN7M8VNTlGs/s400/DogButtsDogPark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822626494517170" />We met a JUG at the dog park. His name was Jack and he was about 6 months old. His legs were SO much shorter than Dukes so when they'd chase after the tennis ball, Jack couldn't even begin to keep up.</div><div><br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZBOGbP_thI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nY1_ukGKofA/s400/DukeMeetsaFriend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822633716102674" /><div style="text-align: left;">I think this is the only picture where Duke paid any attention to Jack. Poor little Jack, all he wanted to do was play and Duke acted like he wasn't even there.<br /></div></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZBOFz2vzjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hKgjpZTqqXM/s400/coveredinmud.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822623141219890" /><div style="text-align: left;">Here is a somewhat close up of Duke COVERED in mud. See it flying off his butt?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SZBOGE2ghsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zHZu4PnuXkY/s400/DukeButt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300822627703621314" /><div style="text-align: left;">This is my favorite photo from the dog park. Not sure why, but I think it's because Duke looks so happy... or the fact he completely missed the ball. Or his tail is so curled and sticking out. Or he only has like, one foot on the ground....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-46785458974145317872009-02-01T19:43:00.002-05:002009-02-01T20:05:55.997-05:00Duke Meets the Toddler<div style="text-align: left;">Duke met his first toddler today.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SYZFBOG4tJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/497Pvm04HtE/s400/Vincent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997898917131410" />This is Vincent. He is 16 months. It was really cute because he could say "Duke," but he said it more like, "Dooooooke." It was really cute.<div><br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SYZFBJA_VxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rl209tiBWAE/s400/DukeInvestigates.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997897550223122" /><div style="text-align: left;">Duke investigates Vincent. He was quite uncertain about a very small person at first, but got used to him quickly and followed him around.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SYZFBSEFXvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/t28MIjPVM8M/s400/KidinCage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997899979120370" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Vincent put himself in the dog cage. I swear he was smiling in this photo and reaching for the camera even if you can't really see his face. I swear.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SYZFBaIJCXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/pcpG-zKOYJU/s400/Duke%26KidinCage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997902143621490" />Duke was concerned the Vincent was in Dinoco's house. He kept running circles around the cage. Vincent wouldn't let anyone in the cage with him.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SYZFBhUIzOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ofGBYJgYbu4/s400/Jen%26Duke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997904072985826" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And since Duke didn't really know what to think so he came to see me! He was super concerned.</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">He ended up being really really really good even when Vincent took his purple ball. He played fetch with Vincent and was super gentle. it was cute.</div></div></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-51332705240457313242009-01-26T23:04:00.003-05:002009-01-26T23:14:11.336-05:00Dad is away so the Pup can play<div>So fiance is away for a few days at a work conference so it's just the Dukemister and myself. He threw a temper tantrum when he left too and misbehaved for the rest of the afternoon. I had to give him a butt whoopin' before we went to bed because he was just being a brat.</div><div><br /></div><div>It seemed to do the trick because he was all cuddly with me this morning. I think he hates being cooped in the apartment and gets upset when his dad doesn't come home at night. It's been super cold outside here (20's and low 30's) so it's hard to take him for a walk because the concrete sidewalks hurt his feet when it's cold. I took him over to the future in-laws so he could run around and play in their backyard (it's all grass and a lot softer on his feet even if it is cold).</div><div><br /></div><div>We've taken away most of his toys because he destroys them. He managed to sneak and grab a toy we were giving to my future sister-in-law's baby. Not anymore after Duke got a hold of it!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SX6IEk5A-BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qfb4-UYPLWM/s1600-h/DukePeopleToys.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SX6IEk5A-BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qfb4-UYPLWM/s400/DukePeopleToys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819824037951506" /></a>When you roll it along the floor it makes noises and he barks at it. It's pretty funny to watch. Or it was until all he wanted to do was chew it's head off. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.<div><br /></div><div>The only other news since fiance left is Duke has had horrible horrible gas. Stinky, room clearing, nastiness. Oh boy Duke. I wish there was something we could do about that.</div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-72593452739914816112009-01-19T10:03:00.001-05:002009-01-19T10:06:04.652-05:00Happy Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SXSWbmlh1nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/kw6sNbgKy7Y/s1600-h/happyhome2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SXSWbmlh1nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/kw6sNbgKy7Y/s400/happyhome2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293020863025763954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SXSWbAXdYjI/AAAAAAAAATw/GIzCstOUHbM/s1600-h/happyhome.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SXSWbAXdYjI/AAAAAAAAATw/GIzCstOUHbM/s400/happyhome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293020852766204466" /></a>Do you think he's happy we're home?Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-19990221631560517002009-01-16T00:13:00.002-05:002009-01-16T00:19:37.405-05:00Squish Face<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SXAYQHfGoLI/AAAAAAAAATg/-I_5BFBs_SU/s1600-h/0115090726.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SXAYQHfGoLI/AAAAAAAAATg/-I_5BFBs_SU/s400/0115090726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291756227326812338" /></a>He is too cute for his own good! Cell phone pictures don't do him justice though. (He's sleeping in my spot on the bed, he'll be in for a rude awakening when I get back!)Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-76715203092794570182009-01-15T00:12:00.005-05:002009-01-15T00:23:43.302-05:00Still away from my Family (Florida is a mighty good reason though)<div style="text-align: left;">More cell phone pictures from my hunny and Duke. Apparently he was bad today and chewed a hole through Triton's bed. Future mother-in-law was not impressed. She said she'd patch that one as well as patch his bed that he chewed a hole in last week.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SW7GFIdeRfI/AAAAAAAAATI/wG_tTIcfspU/s400/0114091715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291384403679659506" /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left; ">Fiance and Mr. Duke. He really wanted nothing to do with the idea of taking a photo.</div><div><br /></div></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SW7GEyMvTtI/AAAAAAAAATA/9TvtYbwPLEw/s400/0114090738.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291384397703892690" /><div style="text-align: left;">Puppies don't hold still for cell phone cameras.<br /></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SW7Hno86GII/AAAAAAAAATY/uOd9Fbjm7ys/s400/0113091922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291386096028620930" /><div style="text-align: center;">"Have you seen my mommy? I'll be a better puppy, I promise!"<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SW7GFJvIWJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SfZCB-ZcnB8/s400/0114092227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291384404022155410" /><div style="text-align: left;">More tired puppy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh family. Two days. Just two days.</div></div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987917910855342346.post-14384963095886553022009-01-13T00:29:00.002-05:002009-01-13T00:38:36.152-05:00Love at first sight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SWwoHYfB1pI/AAAAAAAAASw/xuDAvWm8j2Q/s1600-h/BabyDukie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFtsjaS5pJE/SWwoHYfB1pI/AAAAAAAAASw/xuDAvWm8j2Q/s400/BabyDukie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290647769550280338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">'Twas love at first sight. - June 2008</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Dear Squish Face,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I will be home soon from vacation (Friday). I miss you.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Love, Mommy</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>P.S.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Daddy just got home so he should send me a few photos with his cell phone.</div>Jen and Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545905511267868405noreply@blogger.com3