<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003</id><updated>2011-12-22T14:16:40.845-08:00</updated><category term='Park Bench Cafe'/><category term='Pine Knot Guest Ranch'/><category term='wheaten at the beach'/><category term='dogs in the wilderness'/><category term='wheaten terrier'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='Daily Puppy'/><category term='soft coated wheaten'/><category term='Wheaten Rescue'/><category term='wheaten in raincoat'/><category term='mouser'/><category term='dog friendly'/><title type='text'>Guinness the Wheaten's Dog Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-5095288406950092308</id><published>2011-10-01T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:44:20.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonsillitis?</title><content type='html'>We had a real scare last month. One dayI noticed that Guinness was not her usually perky inquisitive self. She stopped eating and just lay there looking sad. Her ears felt a little hot so&amp;nbsp;straight to the vet we went. He confirmed that she had a slight fever, prescribed antibiotics and gave her a shot&amp;nbsp; for possible dehydration. She was very interested in the KFC we stopped to get and seemed better after the visit. The vet didn't know what was wrong with her. She perked up the next day. One day she perked up, the next day she was down again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IybuSL38gXg/Toe_NHhFJyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_gTHWQiPG-A/s1600/park+crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IybuSL38gXg/Toe_NHhFJyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_gTHWQiPG-A/s1600/park+crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She was so pathetic after the next weekend. She just lay in the laundry room on a pile of towels. We didn't have the heart to take them out from under her to wash them. Nothing we gave her would tempt her to eat.&amp;nbsp;You could tell she wanted to when she went up the the bowl of special rice and chicken.&amp;nbsp;We took her back in. I had noticed that she was gagging and asked the vet to look down her throat. She had to stay for the day and be sedated for them to run their tests. When he called he reported t&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;onsillitis&lt;/span&gt;! He said that there are some people that don't believe dogs get t&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;onsillitis but he had the proof right in front of him. I made her chicken mush in the cuisinart and put it on the back of ther throat so she would take one of her small pills.&amp;nbsp;I even made her home made Frosty Paws with plain yogurt and peanut butter -made in my ice cream maker. Hey, I got icecream when I had tonsillitis. After a round of cat (we didn't tell her) antibiotics squirted down her throat&amp;nbsp; because she wouldn't eat, steriods, and another two types of antibiotics she is bouncing again. It's good to have the perky puppy back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-5095288406950092308?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5095288406950092308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=5095288406950092308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/5095288406950092308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/5095288406950092308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2011/10/tonsillitis.html' title='Tonsillitis?'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IybuSL38gXg/Toe_NHhFJyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_gTHWQiPG-A/s72-c/park+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-6079552974913296968</id><published>2010-10-25T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:14:35.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheaten terrier'/><title type='text'>The Face of a Mouser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TMW4VI43cOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/n-3_PlRJRVs/s1600/IMG_8432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532030390597284066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TMW4VI43cOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/n-3_PlRJRVs/s400/IMG_8432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guinness caught a mouse last week. I think she was as surprised as we were. She was very interested in a tarp out back at the cabin and when we moved it a mouse ran out. She grabbed it and we immediately told her to drop it, which she did. It didn't move and my SO tossed it into the woods. He said it was alive. Guinness was rewarded profusely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad for the furry little things, but we really don't want them in the house. After the mouse incident Guinness was sniffing along the wall to the kitchen and acting very interested. We set traps there for the first time and found them full when we got back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a true mountain woman I realize that mice can be a problem if not kept under control. Our terrier is now an official working dog and living up to her Irish farmdog heritage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-6079552974913296968?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6079552974913296968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=6079552974913296968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6079552974913296968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6079552974913296968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2010/10/face-of-mouser.html' title='The Face of a Mouser'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TMW4VI43cOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/n-3_PlRJRVs/s72-c/IMG_8432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-8072702203286267826</id><published>2010-10-17T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:25:04.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheaten in raincoat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheaten terrier'/><title type='text'>Rainy Day Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TLuSfwNtwsI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bgzlgJeu3lM/s1600/rainy+weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529174041743442626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TLuSfwNtwsI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bgzlgJeu3lM/s400/rainy+weather.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that Guinness hates clothes? We live in Southern California so, unless there's a &lt;a href="http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html"&gt;blizzard in Big Bear&lt;/a&gt;, she really doesn't need them often. It's been drizzling all weekend so I deemed it time to break out her raincoat. Usually she runs and hides when I take it out, but I think she wanted a walk bad enough to tolerate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really that lady who dresses up her dog, but the rain makes her fur/hair really curly and matted so I was glad I had the raincoat in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally she'll just stand there, not moving, playing doggie statue. Today she was willing to work with me, although she's doing a good statue in this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-8072702203286267826?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/8072702203286267826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=8072702203286267826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/8072702203286267826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/8072702203286267826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainy-day-puppy.html' title='Rainy Day Puppy'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TLuSfwNtwsI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bgzlgJeu3lM/s72-c/rainy+weather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-2980693925736579914</id><published>2010-09-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:06:38.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail Blazing and Duck Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TJ5Vx8yWvHI/AAAAAAAAAf4/38TR_CQpp-E/s1600/puppy+on+trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520944509822090354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TJ5Vx8yWvHI/AAAAAAAAAf4/38TR_CQpp-E/s400/puppy+on+trail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guinness is very good about staying close to us while we hike. We discovered a nice easy trail in Moonridge and she got to explore along with us. There was plenty of shade for her. She will run from shady spot to shady spot if we are hiking when it's warm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also took a walk along Juniper Point in Big Bear last weekend. Since it was almost sunset there was no one around so we took the leash off to let Guinness run a bit. She loved it and got to smell everything along the trail. On the way back she spotted some ducks minding their own business. She got that look in her eye. I told my siginicant other to put her back on the leash - mostly because I knew she'd get all muddy. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TJ5WK5Z-NvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qJXuwxDSKP4/s1600/no+ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520944938411243250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TJ5WK5Z-NvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qJXuwxDSKP4/s400/no+ducks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ducks were in no danger. My request was vetoed and Guinness got to plunge into the lake, looking slightly disappointed when the ducks, in a very leisurely manner, swam just a little further out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-2980693925736579914?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2980693925736579914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=2980693925736579914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/2980693925736579914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/2980693925736579914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2010/09/trail-blazing-and-duck-hunting.html' title='Trail Blazing and Duck Hunting'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TJ5Vx8yWvHI/AAAAAAAAAf4/38TR_CQpp-E/s72-c/puppy+on+trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-8483366099192685557</id><published>2010-01-29T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:33:24.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft coated wheaten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheaten terrier'/><title type='text'>Winter Adventure for Guinness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/S2MXCZMR3VI/AAAAAAAAAeE/h2EjNTO9ALo/s1600-h/deep+snow+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432210905428516178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/S2MXCZMR3VI/AAAAAAAAAeE/h2EjNTO9ALo/s400/deep+snow+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guinness has never encountered deep snow. Thursday morning we were able to get in the back yard and she was up to her neck in snow. She likes the snow but hates her snowsuit so I let her play. I must say it was fun to watch her trying to figure out what the white stuff was. She usually goes nose first and that didn't change in the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432213959072301218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/S2MZ0I5sQKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/un7mIIm7Qpg/s400/guinness+under+table+with+balls.jpg" /&gt;Her fur is so fine that little snowballs accumulate after a very short time in the powder. Short of a full body snowsuit, for which she would never forgive me, there's not much to be done. What do snowy weather wheaten owners do? She hid from from the inevitable bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523563793990624834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/TKekAWsFJkI/AAAAAAAAAg8/fakGHMGMRYM/s400/deep+snow+163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helped me dig out after the storms, and much preferred to be running free without the much hated snow suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-8483366099192685557?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/8483366099192685557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=8483366099192685557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/8483366099192685557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/8483366099192685557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-adventure-for-guinness.html' title='Winter Adventure for Guinness'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/S2MXCZMR3VI/AAAAAAAAAeE/h2EjNTO9ALo/s72-c/deep+snow+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-2655535863693252192</id><published>2010-01-19T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:16:29.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft coated wheaten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheaten terrier'/><title type='text'>Guinness Likes the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/S1Yton1K6CI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SPBlj7kEP3M/s1600-h/guinness+in+snowsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428576576751724578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/S1Yton1K6CI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SPBlj7kEP3M/s400/guinness+in+snowsuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guinness is with me in the mountains this week. Last November when there was a foot of snow she came back from a walk with snowballs all over her, especially her tummy. These things were not easy to brush off and necessitated putting her in the tub to melt them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenai's Corner in the Village had snowsuits that covered the tummy area so I talked myself into getting one for her. This is her first winter in the mountains. For some reason she is not terribly thankful for the extra protection from the elements and gives me a look and is all draggy-tailed. I tried reasoning with her but she still hates clothes. I let her out after this picture without the snowsuit and she romped and enjoyed the snow much more. It's still easier to take off the suit than those snowballs so she'll just have to deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-2655535863693252192?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2655535863693252192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=2655535863693252192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/2655535863693252192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/2655535863693252192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2010/01/guinness-likes-snow.html' title='Guinness Likes the Snow'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/S1Yton1K6CI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SPBlj7kEP3M/s72-c/guinness+in+snowsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-6227505240453166696</id><published>2009-09-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:31:28.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinness Loves Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.big-dog-clothing.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/dog-life-jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381421333774911666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sq6mMOpcyLI/AAAAAAAAAck/lf3Tro6tKCM/s320/dog-life-jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all went boating over Labor Day weekend. Luckily I had picked up a little life vest for Guinness earlier this summer. She could probably swim but I don't want to worry about her if she winds up in the water. She hates clothes of any kind and I thought she'd really hate the life vest, especially since Potter didn't have to wear one. She was amazingly fine with it. It brought me great peace of mind while we ate lunch and she eyed the nearby ducks as she ran from side to side of the boat trying to figure out how to get one. The handle was very, well, handy. It was pretty funny to everyone (except Guinness) when I picked her up by it to keep her from jumping in after the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://www.petsugar.com/2086611"&gt;a story of another wheaten &lt;/a&gt;with the same life vest. Guinness spent most of the time huddled under a towel. She didn't care for the wind or the noise of the boat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-6227505240453166696?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6227505240453166696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=6227505240453166696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6227505240453166696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6227505240453166696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2009/09/guinness-loves-ducks.html' title='Guinness Loves Ducks'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sq6mMOpcyLI/AAAAAAAAAck/lf3Tro6tKCM/s72-c/dog-life-jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-9160506441586257931</id><published>2009-05-30T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:55:44.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog friendly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pine Knot Guest Ranch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs in the wilderness'/><title type='text'>Guinness of the Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SicBUkocxgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6El8AonZlaE/s1600-h/guinnessof+the+mountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343240935840728578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SicBUkocxgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6El8AonZlaE/s320/guinnessof+the+mountain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been heading up to the mountains a lot for the last couple of months. Guinness loves to explore the trails we hike along up there. She's good about staying close. I just read &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/ilovebigbearlake/dogs.htm"&gt;an article about the animals that frequent the area &lt;/a&gt;and don't think she'd win a contest with a bear - even if she thinks she tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last trip included a stay at a dog friendly place that had llamas! She was not at all sure what to make of them. They were a lot bigger than she was. She also was slighly intimidated by a pair of boxers that were very rampunctious. Her alpha status was on hold for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We travel with Guinness all the time and &lt;a href="http://www.dogfriendly.com/"&gt;Dog Friendly.com&lt;/a&gt; is a great source for information on dog friendly places to stay and things to do. California is getting more and more dog friendly but it's not always easy to find a restaurant or a hotel she can go to. Dog Friendly has been so helpful in traveling with Guinness and we were even able to take her to San Francisco and Mendocino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-9160506441586257931?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/9160506441586257931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=9160506441586257931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/9160506441586257931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/9160506441586257931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2009/05/guinness-of-mountains.html' title='Guinness of the Mountains'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SicBUkocxgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6El8AonZlaE/s72-c/guinnessof+the+mountain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-7196417201302786931</id><published>2009-04-26T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:19:44.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft coated wheaten'/><title type='text'>Guinness is FAMOUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SfUNg5F1psI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gMZkctWEqho/s1600-h/guinness3leaves08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329180592795133634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SfUNg5F1psI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gMZkctWEqho/s320/guinness3leaves08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, sort of. She's featured on &lt;a href="http://www.dailypuppy.com/"&gt;Daily Puppy&lt;/a&gt; as &lt;a href="http://www.dailypuppy.com/dogs/guinness-the-wheaten-terrier_2009-04-26"&gt;today's grown up puppy of the day&lt;/a&gt;! We're so proud. The photographs submitted on that site all look so professional, and the site has rules. I finally managed to get a few good shots of her. I've been looking at dailypuppy.com since before I got Guinness. There are soooo many cute wheaten puppy pictures on that site I even printed some for her scrapbook... yes I have a scrapbook for her and no it's not pathetic - at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-7196417201302786931?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/7196417201302786931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=7196417201302786931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/7196417201302786931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/7196417201302786931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/guinness-is-famous.html' title='Guinness is FAMOUS!'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SfUNg5F1psI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gMZkctWEqho/s72-c/guinness3leaves08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-4676597502922925113</id><published>2009-04-24T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:20:35.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft coated wheaten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wheaten Rescue'/><title type='text'>Wheaten Puppy Cam!</title><content type='html'>Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.justin.tv/swheatrescues"&gt;link to the puppycam&lt;/a&gt; at the Wheaten Rescue site.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328308342288808562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SfH0NOvf-nI/AAAAAAAAAb8/BRrl0cozJYM/s320/swheatrescues-75x56-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kate, the mom, is a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier who was rescued with 4 other Wheatens by S'Wheat Rescues. Kate was pregnant when she was rescued and had these lovely babies. Learn more about the Rescue and see all the dogs they have available for adoption at http://www.wheatenterrierrescue.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-4676597502922925113?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4676597502922925113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=4676597502922925113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4676597502922925113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4676597502922925113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheaten-puppy-cam.html' title='Wheaten Puppy Cam!'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SfH0NOvf-nI/AAAAAAAAAb8/BRrl0cozJYM/s72-c/swheatrescues-75x56-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-5871239797964239208</id><published>2009-04-08T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:21:29.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheaten terrier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheaten at the beach'/><title type='text'>Surfer Chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sdzh-DS-hNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/W2ltgc28Ojg/s1600-h/imageCAY92VJS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322377315798123730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sdzh-DS-hNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/W2ltgc28Ojg/s320/imageCAY92VJS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Guinness to a secluded beach and let her run. She was curious about the motion of the ocean and was surprisingly cautious. Her favorite part was just running and running along the tideline. We thought that since she loves the moving water of the hose so much that she'd go crazy. I think it's a bit bigger so she didn't know what to make of it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SfHwxl9a3hI/AAAAAAAAAb0/m9w6Ja6Sl0c/s1600-h/308707_Picture166_jpg_w750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328304568949988882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SfHwxl9a3hI/AAAAAAAAAb0/m9w6Ja6Sl0c/s320/308707_Picture166_jpg_w750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SdziD2l7YwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CixGv4ehzTU/s1600-h/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was very dirty and happy by the end of the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-5871239797964239208?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5871239797964239208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=5871239797964239208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/5871239797964239208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/5871239797964239208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2009/04/surfer-chick.html' title='Surfer Chick'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sdzh-DS-hNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/W2ltgc28Ojg/s72-c/imageCAY92VJS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-4360482110241569143</id><published>2009-03-28T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:20:38.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sc8ImqgQibI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bFGtd85hjOg/s1600-h/ss_101161504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318479145285487026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sc8ImqgQibI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bFGtd85hjOg/s200/ss_101161504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know, giving a party for your dog is a bit pathetic. I've had people look askance when I tell them about it. Too bad. It was fun and I'll make no apologies. Actually it was really an excuse to make these uber cute &lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/recipes/cooking/kid-friendly-food/decorate-playful-puppy-cupcakes/?page=1"&gt;pupcakes.&lt;/a&gt; I altered the schnauzer a bit to make a wheaten. The link above shows a detailed how-to from Family Circle. As I was contemplating who I could con into taking part in this silliness I thought of Mia . . . and then it occured to me that since they were litter mates they shared a birthday, so it was her party too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the pupcakes above are for people. The birthday dogs deserved a cake for their first birthday afterall. Here's the recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.twodogpress.com/dogfood.html"&gt;Two Dog Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large apple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cups wheat flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup oatmeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup plain yogurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons honey&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup grated cheddar cheese &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the Frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 oz Neufchatel Cheese (lowfat cream cheese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons plain yogurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons honey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-3 tablespoons flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grated carrots &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:Preheat oven to 400 ° F (200 ° C). Grease muffin tins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core, slice and mince the apple (use a food processor if you have one). Set aside. In a large bowl, mix together flour, oatmeal, baking powder, and baking soda. In a medium bowl, blend together the yogurt, water, oil, honey, and eggs, then stir in the apple and cheese. Add to the flour mixture and stir until mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoon into the muffin tins, filling each cup about three-quarters full. Bake for about 20 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center of a muffin comes out clean. Let rest in the muffin tins for a few minutes, then remove and set aside to cool.&lt;br /&gt;For the frosting, combine the Neufchatel cheese (at room temperature), honey, and yogurt until smooth. Add enough flour to thicken the frosting to a good spreading consistency. Frost the pupcakes, sprinkle them with finely shredded carrots as garnish, and you're ready for a doggone good party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes 16-18 pupcakes. If you prefer a single-layer cake, spoon the batter into a sheet pan and bake for an extra 15-20 minutes (or until a toothpick inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean). (I used 6 inch springform pans for small cakes) Let the cake cool, then frost and decorate with carrot shavings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sc8OYwA35EI/AAAAAAAAAXg/G8CLKxS6GAo/s1600-h/birthdayblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318485503316059202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sc8OYwA35EI/AAAAAAAAAXg/G8CLKxS6GAo/s200/birthdayblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both dogs really liked their cakes. They got slices as good dog goodies all week. Yes, I made hats for them. Guinness (left) enjoyed chewing it to smitherines shortly after this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-4360482110241569143?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4360482110241569143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=4360482110241569143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4360482110241569143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4360482110241569143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-dogs.html' title='Party Dogs'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/Sc8ImqgQibI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bFGtd85hjOg/s72-c/ss_101161504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-6387036147302473206</id><published>2008-07-29T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:44:10.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park Bench Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft coated wheaten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheaten terrier'/><title type='text'>The Park Bench Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_kaA5BoWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/l4ApCJmxMWg/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648827967349090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_kaA5BoWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/l4ApCJmxMWg/s200/ducks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Guinness the wheaten on another trip to Orange County and visited Potter and his humans. Potter had a special request to have brunch at a restaurant called The Park Bench Cafe in Huntington Beach. This is a special eatery that caters to canines. The plastic tables are all outside and judging from the number of dogs it's a very popular spot. There's a little lake where puppy enjoyed looking longingly at the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_nC7Z-LrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/027Onnlfiec/s1600-h/dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228651729892814514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_nC7Z-LrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/027Onnlfiec/s200/dogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were there on a perfect day. Dog watching was especially fun because there were all kinds enjoying the menu and the park.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_nxd7SSnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WCNxhBCs41g/s1600-h/lassie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228652529433332338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_nxd7SSnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WCNxhBCs41g/s200/lassie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228653516133848994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_oq5rBV6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/c20M2Vg1Z2U/s200/starlett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228651194732656450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_mjxx2N0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/tcRQGt8Xcwo/s200/anticipation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water bowls are even furnished. They have a human menu and a doggie menu that included hot diggety dogs, hamburger and even kibble for the dog who doesn't eat people food. Guinness wasn't sure what to do with a whole basket of hot dog pieces so we wound up feeding them to her a piece at a time - no she's not spoiled! Potter had no such misgivings and gobbled his hamburger brunch right down. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_pOYlpgLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/j85mSEHtCtU/s1600-h/potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228654125728235698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="165" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_pOYlpgLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/j85mSEHtCtU/s200/potter.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-6387036147302473206?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6387036147302473206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=6387036147302473206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6387036147302473206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6387036147302473206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/07/park-bench-cafe.html' title='The Park Bench Cafe'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SI_kaA5BoWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/l4ApCJmxMWg/s72-c/ducks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-6610262865770350516</id><published>2008-07-12T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:42:46.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SHlaL3dpw6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/JgisxUloupg/s1600-h/cropped+grad2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222304402826183586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SHlaL3dpw6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/JgisxUloupg/s200/cropped+grad2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SHlYyzJrcpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IX3FFyrxwTQ/s1600-h/DSCN1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guinness is a pretty smart dog. We taught her how to sit as soon as we got her. Coming when she's called is a whole other story however. We were strolling through PetSmart one day when we came upon a puppy class graduation. With all the dogs I've had before I've done the class with parks and rec, in the park. Obedience class in the store is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made friends with the trainer and with all the other dogs. Guinness likes the big dogs best and has a new friend who's a lab/ridgeback. We were very proud of her sitting ability!&lt;br /&gt;As the class progressed she learned a lot. We learned to tempt her with a treat to get her to lay down and the "walk . . . walk" command helped keep her from tugging on the leash on walks.&lt;br /&gt;There were two labs. One big black one that Guinness thought was Hank for a while and another super cute chocolate lab puppy. The labs and the border collie learned a little bit quicker than she did - being higher on the &lt;a href="http://www.petmedsonline.org/top-10-smartest-dogs-in-the-world.html"&gt;smart dog list&lt;/a&gt; than wheatens. - Smarty pants doggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SO comes home early and practices the skills puppy learned that week. He calls it "cheese time!" Guinness loves cheese. It's been hard to find something that inspires her. She graduated after learning to come most of the time when she's called. She can lay down, shake, stay, walk and can still sit. Leave it comes in really handy too. The trainer make home made doggie biscuits with yogurt frosting for graduation day. We even got graduation caps to pose in. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SHldS3DwkQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/p1cmc5eVE4s/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222307821511545090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SHldS3DwkQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/p1cmc5eVE4s/s200/cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SHlbHCIcWiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Bwg9FK8fMEY/s1600-h/DSCN1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on to the intermediate class where she's learning to heal and bow and stay with distraction. I think she likes the play breaks best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-6610262865770350516?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6610262865770350516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=6610262865770350516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6610262865770350516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6610262865770350516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/07/puppy-class.html' title='Puppy Class'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SHlaL3dpw6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/JgisxUloupg/s72-c/cropped+grad2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-1973880586972544423</id><published>2008-06-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:58:51.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Furcut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SF1PEfu7LtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1IvllqkJwLA/s1600-h/Precut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214410882221289170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SF1PEfu7LtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1IvllqkJwLA/s200/Precut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was getting hot and I know wheatens don't do well in the heat. She also had that not so attractive patch on her side from surgery. I deemed it time for her first furcut. There is a place in town that had been owned by a person who is big in the wheaten world in Southern California. She's since sold it but the groomers were trained by her. I've been to PetSmarts where they didn't even know what a wheaten cut looked like, even though they had a big poster on the wall with an actual wheaten listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SF1NFbXLi1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/UaiwzXogRho/s1600-h/olio-1931-ad-raccooncoats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214408699204569938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SF1NFbXLi1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/UaiwzXogRho/s200/olio-1931-ad-raccooncoats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A previous attempt at grooming at PetSmart didn't go so well and they wound up just doing a little trimming in the hindquarters. I trimmed her ears and topknot so she's look more wheateny. Bruce said she looked like she was wearing a big racoon coat. This was her first grooming and she was uncooperative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I made the appointment at the wheateny place and dropped her off. OK, I really need to work with her. She hates having her face and feet messed with so they had to muzzle her. The owner was very nice and told me that wheatens have strong personalities and I need to show her who's boss and work on her face and feet frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks so proud of herself doesn't she? She's much happier without the heavy fur in the heat and she's as soft as those new super soft chenielle robes they've come out with. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214409917591340658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SF1OMWNORnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cbtWzHGKHZI/s200/furcut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-1973880586972544423?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1973880586972544423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=1973880586972544423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/1973880586972544423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/1973880586972544423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-furcut.html' title='First Furcut'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SF1PEfu7LtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1IvllqkJwLA/s72-c/Precut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-4022186624041776546</id><published>2008-05-10T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:10:45.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYiVkpQ5oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Tj8lOnuAgug/s1600-h/hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198880573855164034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYiVkpQ5oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Tj8lOnuAgug/s200/hills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have seen the other dog blogs. They have wonderful photos of cuddly puppies all dewey eyed with fluffy fur. The only pictures I seem to be able to get of Guinness are blurred or else she is scroungy looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tried once again when the morning was fresh and the hills were covered with mustard flowers. It's easy to be full of optimism in that weather. The scenery was nice but there's more scenery than puppy here:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYl90pQ5sI/AAAAAAAAANY/xaEGDOwCgKM/s1600-h/stickey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198884563879782082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYl90pQ5sI/AAAAAAAAANY/xaEGDOwCgKM/s200/stickey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit hard to handle a lunging pupppy (even though she's getting much better with her obedience training) and a camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stickey monkey flower picture did not come out great and I had about given up and was heading toward the car when she posed on a rock next to a nice patch of PPFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYjvUpQ5qI/AAAAAAAAANI/nbhIwcP1xRs/s1600-h/stickymonkeyflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198882115748423330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYjvUpQ5qI/AAAAAAAAANI/nbhIwcP1xRs/s200/stickymonkeyflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day I tried again. She actually sat still in the shade for one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYng0pQ5tI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ba8HtjbA9Zc/s1600-h/shade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198886264686831314" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYng0pQ5tI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ba8HtjbA9Zc/s200/shade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to get a shot of her in some yellow flowers. Not likely. A family was getting into their car nearby and felt sorry for me offering me their help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCd8UtEzpnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/13mhlBLQQlk/s1600-h/leap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199260989961512562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCd8UtEzpnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/13mhlBLQQlk/s200/leap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYoz0pQ5uI/AAAAAAAAANo/6O0tuqJpCeY/s1600-h/leap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was determined to get her amongst some poppies while they were blooming and had spotted a patch nearby. By the time I had finished the walk it was getting a bit warm. Although it looks like she's sweltering she was carried into the poppies for the final photo op. I actually like this picture even though you can see the decorative fence in back - nothing a little Photoshopping can't eventually fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYpdkpQ5vI/AAAAAAAAANw/M1CbtZtKOsg/s1600-h/puppypoppiescrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198888407875512050" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYpdkpQ5vI/AAAAAAAAANw/M1CbtZtKOsg/s200/puppypoppiescrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-4022186624041776546?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4022186624041776546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=4022186624041776546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4022186624041776546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4022186624041776546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-quest.html' title='My Quest'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SCYiVkpQ5oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Tj8lOnuAgug/s72-c/hills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-2230038174533220129</id><published>2008-04-27T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:06:32.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SBU-yZWdn6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/k9uThu8X7BU/s1600-h/DSCN0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194126780761218978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SBU-yZWdn6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/k9uThu8X7BU/s200/DSCN0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a trip to the ocean one Saturday a while back. Guinness needed to meet the owner of the doggie day care she wants to go to near my work and it's right by the beach. She was a good dog and got approved for a half day. I found out from the owner that she had to send a wheaten away one time - resource guarding. I'm finding out that sometimes wheatens have . . . issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the beach was right there and I couldn't turn down an opportunity to introduce puppy to the ocean. She looooooves water and I thought she'd enjoy the waves. She's still not coming when she's called so I resisted the temptation to take her off leash and just walked her along the shore for a while letting her pounce on the waves rolling in. She loved it. I had heard, but never read, that salt water is bad for wheatens so I wanted to make sure it got rinsed off. How handy that there was a fountain at the plaza by the beach?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SBUmEpWdn5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/1AzQ69vBfTQ/s1600-h/DSCN0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194099606503137170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SBUmEpWdn5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/1AzQ69vBfTQ/s200/DSCN0818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also played in the hose when she got home. It's so fun to watch her run around and chase it and she's never happier than when in the water, plus there was that rinsing thing I was worried about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a cautionary tale because I don't think she got all the way dry. It was into the 80s but not really hot enough and she wound up with an ear infection even though I used the hair drier on her. She was a sad puppy shaking her head and scratching the next day and had to go to the vet. She had a week's worth of ear medicine and antibiotics before she was roo rooing and back to her old self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as she'd let me I trimmed the hair that is under her ears so it would stay dry. I also cut her little top pouf. My SO called her mullet head - which we both took offense to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SBUg75Wdn2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z2fLjHHJXSA/s1600-h/3poppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194093958621142882" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; center: " alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SBUg75Wdn2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z2fLjHHJXSA/s200/3poppies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-2230038174533220129?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2230038174533220129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=2230038174533220129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/2230038174533220129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/2230038174533220129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-much-water.html' title='Too Much Water'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SBU-yZWdn6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/k9uThu8X7BU/s72-c/DSCN0812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-5202671672205714874</id><published>2008-04-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:03:30.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fur Blur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAw1Fbv1jBI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ua7OyQSf63Y/s1600-h/potterbunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191582837915356178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAw1Fbv1jBI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ua7OyQSf63Y/s200/potterbunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a dog party for Easter! Guinness' sister Mia and nephew Potter attended the festivities and even joined in the spirit by donning appropriate headgear. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191584388398550050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAw2frv1jCI/AAAAAAAAALk/9F6QSHKmn_Q/s200/flowermia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guinness had the best time running around the yard with them. One of the (human) guests who had been tasked with taking pictures said all she could get was a fur blur. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAw3Wrv1jDI/AAAAAAAAALs/pzAv-NPA-X8/s1600-h/DSCN0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191585333291355186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAw3Wrv1jDI/AAAAAAAAALs/pzAv-NPA-X8/s200/DSCN0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so exciting to have friends over. We're working on being polite to guests, but it's a challenge. She has a tough time letting them catch their breath because she wants to play and play and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-5202671672205714874?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5202671672205714874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=5202671672205714874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/5202671672205714874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/5202671672205714874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/04/fur-blur.html' title='Fur Blur'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAw1Fbv1jBI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ua7OyQSf63Y/s72-c/potterbunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-4589697176429569769</id><published>2008-04-13T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:27:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime with Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ5uZDsUfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wKE0-d5PjhM/s1600-h/admiring+the+blossoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188843558591549938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ5uZDsUfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wKE0-d5PjhM/s200/admiring+the+blossoms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Springtime brought some beautiful blossoms to our neighborhood. I would have loved to have some nice pictures of her with the blossoms. It's hard to do on a walk alone with her. I managed to get a shot of her admiring the beautiful blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ6UZDsUgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2VTh1XVoPw4/s1600-h/swan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188844211426578946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ6UZDsUgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2VTh1XVoPw4/s200/swan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another walk took us by a local lake where we saw our first swan. Since you coulndn't see her eyes at this point the front and the back of her head kinda looked the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A trip to Fresno gave me an opportunity to have a friend with actual photographic ability and a smokin' hot camera take some pictures of her amid the nectarine blossoms in a surviving orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ8PJDsUhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pcmO-uReRpI/s1600-h/DSCN0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188846320255521298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ8PJDsUhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pcmO-uReRpI/s200/DSCN0634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister helped me trim Guinness so that we could see her eyes, but I took this shot of her before hand and it's one of my favorites. &lt;/div&gt;You can see the patch where she was shaved for hernia surgery she had at the same time she was spayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a great time in Fresno playing with Hank the black lab and having close encounters with a curious desert tortoise and a disdainful kitty.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ-jpDsUiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4Kqq-CPrhB4/s1600-h/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188848871466095138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ-jpDsUiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4Kqq-CPrhB4/s200/kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188849176408773170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ-1ZDsUjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sFgNRsAZEd0/s200/turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would have loved the waterfall in the yard if she could have gotten to it but my sister did let her play in the hose. We had to lock her outside while she dried off and she got to practice her jumps. She definitely catches air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188850705417130562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAKAOZDsUkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h8J-qHj1vm8/s200/jumper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soaking wet and happy. You can finally see her eyes. My sister said her eyelashes look like Who eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAKHpZDsUnI/AAAAAAAAALE/oruHCEmSelU/s1600-h/grinch-stole-christmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188858865854993010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAKHpZDsUnI/AAAAAAAAALE/oruHCEmSelU/s200/grinch-stole-christmas4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAKH35DsUoI/AAAAAAAAALM/lTsxKcF6-MU/s1600-h/hoser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188859114963096194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAKH35DsUoI/AAAAAAAAALM/lTsxKcF6-MU/s200/hoser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAKF6ZDsUmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Q6PqiHP9xwQ/s1600-h/hoser.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-4589697176429569769?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4589697176429569769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=4589697176429569769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4589697176429569769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4589697176429569769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/04/springtime-with-puppy.html' title='Springtime with Puppy'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/SAJ5uZDsUfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wKE0-d5PjhM/s72-c/admiring+the+blossoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-3580738210592500511</id><published>2008-04-04T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:25:19.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solvang</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185610934438084738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_b9q5qQQII/AAAAAAAAAJw/OLrHCdx4GXQ/s200/windmill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We took a weekend trip to Solvang and found out that is a very dog-friendly town. We stayed at &lt;a href="http://www.royalcopenhageninn.com/"&gt;The Royal Copenhagen Inn&lt;/a&gt; and were certainly not the only visitors with dogs. The loft room let us crate her away from outside passersby so she wasn’t tempted to bark. Again the crate came in very handy but we took her almost everywhere with us. The hotel was right in the middle of town. We walked to breakfast on the patio of a restaurant and they even brought a dog biscuit out for her. Miss picky-eater didn’t touch it but the thought was there. We ran into a group of tourists who were on a scavenger hunt and had to take their picture with a dog and Guinness was glad to oblige. I couldn’t resist taking her picture next to the bulldog at the Bulldog Café coffee shop. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185607777637122162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_b6zJqQQHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x_SAJ16CVAw/s200/DSCN0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=petsmart+westlake&amp;amp;rls=com.microsoft:en-us:IE-Address&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;sourceid=ie7&amp;amp;rlz=1I7SUNA"&gt;Buttonwood Winery&lt;/a&gt; does their tasting outside so that’s where we went to sample some local wine. Los Olivos is also dog-friendly. By the time we got to the third stop Guinness was used to hopping into my S.O’s arms ready for her next adventure. The proprietress of one olive oil shop was outside and had to laugh because she thought my S.O. was carrying a teddy bear before she realized it was a dog. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185607111917191266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_b6MZqQQGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rM4Pv7Nh9HU/s200/waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on two hikes that weekend. The trail to the wind caves in Gaviota was too sunny for her so we didn’t make it very far with her, but the walk along a shady path to &lt;a href="http://www.sbparks.org/scripts/parksdetail.asp?parkid=14"&gt;Nojoquoi Falls&lt;/a&gt; was more her style. It was flowing nicely after the recent rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is becoming a good traveling dog. My dog photography has not improved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-3580738210592500511?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3580738210592500511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=3580738210592500511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/3580738210592500511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/3580738210592500511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/04/solvang.html' title='Solvang'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_b9q5qQQII/AAAAAAAAAJw/OLrHCdx4GXQ/s72-c/windmill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-6763575420358560226</id><published>2008-04-01T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:15:27.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I tried getting a cute picture of Guinness holding a Valentine’s Day flower. It’s hard to get her to sit still for a photo. Here’s a sample of what I usually get. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184507265281966114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MR45qQQCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9fpPivziMs8/s200/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MTVZqQQEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HUm4YgaU-tg/s1600-h/DSCN0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184508854419865666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MTVZqQQEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HUm4YgaU-tg/s200/DSCN0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I finally managed to shoot. It's a lovely shot of her, looking scroungy, hiding under the table - as usual when she has something illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I had in mind only with Guinness as the puppy. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MSPZqQQDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bO24Z--FrLQ/s1600-h/labrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184507651829022770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MSPZqQQDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bO24Z--FrLQ/s200/labrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, reality and my plans diverge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here’s what I Photoshopped together for my S.O’s Valentine’s day card. It actually looked OK once I'd added a filter or two. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184512144364814418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MWU5qQQFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tTYs_1V22fo/s200/puppyrose2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-6763575420358560226?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6763575420358560226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=6763575420358560226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6763575420358560226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6763575420358560226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/04/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MR45qQQCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9fpPivziMs8/s72-c/P1010034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-2659233200535365359</id><published>2008-04-01T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:36:42.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikin’ Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MM35qQQBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1Zcy9ar62lQ/s1600-h/carried2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184501750543958034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MM35qQQBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1Zcy9ar62lQ/s200/carried2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister was here on a beautiful January day and we decided to take a little hike. Guinness was fine in the shady spots but just stopped once she got a little warm. Oh, and my finger was broken from an accident with the retractable leash the previous week ... We, OK - my sister, wound up carrying her about half the time. At this point she, Guinness that is, was 13 pounds. My sister used to have a dog named Millie we think was a wheaten mix that reminds us of Guinness. She did the same thing when she was done walking. When Millie stopped my sister would put her in the stroller and one of her kids would walk. Unfortunately we didn’t have a stroller handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point puppy’s eyes had started to disappear. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184501114888798210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MMS5qQQAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CImmUL1Z7Tw/s200/DSCN0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-2659233200535365359?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/2659233200535365359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=2659233200535365359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/2659233200535365359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/2659233200535365359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/04/hikin-dog.html' title='Hikin’ Dog'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MM35qQQBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1Zcy9ar62lQ/s72-c/carried2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-3963544315314874276</id><published>2008-04-01T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:38:52.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk on the Wild Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MFj5qQP4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q_TufmJlrFA/s1600-h/wild3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493710365179778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MFj5qQP4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q_TufmJlrFA/s200/wild3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_ME_ZqQP2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/X_RyYshTAXo/s1600-h/wild2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493083299954530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_ME_ZqQP2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/X_RyYshTAXo/s200/wild2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got a chance to take Guinness off leash when we visited Reno after Christmas. She met her cousin Cane, a Rotweiller mix, her new boyfriend.She stuck close by him and explored a trail along an icy stream. She was not at all sure she liked the slippery ice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MFNZqQP3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mVPek-8kpgo/s1600-h/slippery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493323818123122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MFNZqQP3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mVPek-8kpgo/s200/slippery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all she’s a SoCal wheaten and had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only seen the stuff come out of the front of the fridge in little pieces. We practiced having her actually come when she’s called. I had read so much about how wheatens like the snow and was happy to let her outside to play when there was a light snowfall while we were there. Her muzzle was all snowy after snorfling around in the snow. She was not too happy however about being put outside while Cane had his prime rib leftovers. She was saying many bad words in dog language as we wrestled her outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MGWJqQP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/n7Bje7tQiRQ/s1600-h/mono1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184494573653606290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MGWJqQP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/n7Bje7tQiRQ/s200/mono1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on the trip there was another chance to take her off leash at Mono Lake. We felt fairly safe having her walk next to us along a wooden walkway over the marsh and out to the lake. Well, we &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MHLZqQP7I/AAAAAAAAAII/9KkUvm-wtdE/s1600-h/slimed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184495488481640370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MHLZqQP7I/AAAAAAAAAII/9KkUvm-wtdE/s200/slimed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don’t know whether she jumped or fell but she wound up in the slimy marsh. Her halter made it easier to haul her up again, but she sure needed a bath afterwards. She didn’t care that she was all slimy when she romped in the snow. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MHYpqQP8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a2c66JUnxWc/s1600-h/snowdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184495716114907074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MHYpqQP8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a2c66JUnxWc/s200/snowdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered &lt;a href="http://www.dogfriendly.com/"&gt;dogfriendly.com&lt;/a&gt; where we found a hotel that takes dogs! Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;The crate helped a lot and she was very secure there for an hour or so when we went to dinner. She’s very good in her crate. It’s been a big help when traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home we got to take her off leash one more time in the Alabama Hills with a fine view of Mt. Whitney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184496446259347410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MIDJqQP9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/o44ok9OcqBs/s200/whitney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-3963544315314874276?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3963544315314874276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=3963544315314874276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/3963544315314874276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/3963544315314874276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/04/walk-on-wild-side.html' title='A Walk on the Wild Side'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R_MFj5qQP4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q_TufmJlrFA/s72-c/wild3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-5939086472112905219</id><published>2008-03-25T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:22:08.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-nlhpqQP0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0qSY2M7zs6w/s1600-h/Mia_on_Swing%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181925212547989314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-nlhpqQP0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0qSY2M7zs6w/s200/Mia_on_Swing%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving came along and gave us a chance to introduce puppy to the family. Bruce’s parents thought she was adorable. They really wanted a puppy and as it happened Guinness’ sister Mia was tired of the Las Vegas lifestyle.  Mia came to live with them near the beach. Their brother stayed in Vegas and is being trained as a therapy dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s interesting to see the two different personalities. Mia is sweet and shy and Guinness just wants to play and meet everyone she sees. Mia is fluffier and a bit bigger than Guinness. I’m sure they enjoy having each other nearby for visits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-5939086472112905219?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/5939086472112905219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=5939086472112905219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/5939086472112905219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/5939086472112905219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/mia.html' title='Mia'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-nlhpqQP0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0qSY2M7zs6w/s72-c/Mia_on_Swing%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-6301592663525947435</id><published>2008-03-25T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:34:15.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-nbCpqQPyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/smdLme7oI8A/s1600-h/wetdog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181913684855766818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-nbCpqQPyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/smdLme7oI8A/s200/wetdog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a little waterfall in the back garden and set it up one sunny Sunday afternoon. Apparently wheatens like water? Must be all that otter catching they used to do. (Why did they hunt otters of all things?) Once the water was running she was fascinated. She wound up wet and drippy and very happy and we had to lock her out of the house. Guinness also loves to chase the hose and play in the sprinklers, biting at the water from all nearby sprinkler heads. When we go for a walk in the morning it’s hard to get her to walk past lawns where the sprinklers are going off. She looks like a different dog when she’s wet! I discovered that guests do not&lt;br /&gt;appreciate a soggy drippy dog jumping up on them. We have banned the waterfall when we have people over.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-nch5qQPzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ljB4uszdMQs/s1600-h/hose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181915321238306610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-nch5qQPzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ljB4uszdMQs/s200/hose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-6301592663525947435?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/6301592663525947435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=6301592663525947435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6301592663525947435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/6301592663525947435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/water-dog.html' title='Water Dog'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-nbCpqQPyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/smdLme7oI8A/s72-c/wetdog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-1188391342600032006</id><published>2008-03-18T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:03:54.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Op</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-CZKQo2BqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OJWbQAEclkA/s1600-h/1107_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179307973020092066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-CZKQo2BqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OJWbQAEclkA/s200/1107_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister came down not long after Halloween and got to meet Guinness for the first time. I think her first comment was "My you're a springy little thing!" The puppy does love to jump straight up in the air when she meets someone. My sister is a good photographer and very patient. We went for a walk and she was able to get her in some picturesque settings. I believe at one point the puppy was investigating some flowers and we agreed that we didn't think they were toxic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-CYgAo2BoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VQDAn4czga4/s1600-h/1107_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179307247170619010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-CYgAo2BoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VQDAn4czga4/s200/1107_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We worked hard at trying to get a shot of her shamrock collar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179307376019637906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-CYngo2BpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zA0KSoOttoo/s200/1107_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neice liked this photo and posted it on the internet on a creative photo site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-1188391342600032006?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1188391342600032006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=1188391342600032006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/1188391342600032006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/1188391342600032006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-op-my-sister-came-down-not-long.html' title='Photo Op'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-CZKQo2BqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OJWbQAEclkA/s72-c/1107_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-3582203332010989589</id><published>2008-03-18T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:48:44.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howloween</title><content type='html'>Now I'm determined not to be that person who dresses my dog in clothes, but OMG there were these really cute "party collars" at the pet store and I thought that would be sort of a concession to doggie costumes at Halloween. I bought a variety of Halloween ribbon and attached pieces to another ribbon which would of course lie jauntily around her neck and be so cute when the trick or treaters came to the door that they'd have to oooh and ahhh. Oh and I was going to wrap her leash with tiny pumpkin lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179268759968679522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-B1fwo2BmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BLfvygsUUqU/s200/halloween+costume+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality worked out slightly differently. First of all the lights never happened and she was soooooo wiggly I couldn't hold her and the (heavy) candy bowl. Not to mention that the kids were only interested in the candy and how cute &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; were that they couldn't appreciate the adorability of my puppy. I soon gave up on the whole door thing and managed to get her to sit still for a nano second for a picture. If she could roll her eyes at me I'm sure she would have. Did you notice the slightly askew "party collar?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-3582203332010989589?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3582203332010989589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=3582203332010989589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/3582203332010989589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/3582203332010989589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/howlowen.html' title='Howloween'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R-B1fwo2BmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BLfvygsUUqU/s72-c/halloween+costume+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-3013542101081952497</id><published>2008-03-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:21:27.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demon Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R921jwo2BkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N8hF11EMvvM/s1600-h/talking+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178494772502201922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R921jwo2BkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N8hF11EMvvM/s200/talking+back.JPG" align="center" border="0" /&gt;By the time we'd had her a month she was up to six pounds. We visited her nephew again and this time Guinness was relentless. She wanted to play non-stop and was especially fascinated by his elegant ears. My S.O. has named her Demon Seed as a result. She is still in need of doggy manners. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R921jwo2BkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N8hF11EMvvM/s1600-h/talking+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R921jwo2BkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N8hF11EMvvM/s1600-h/talking+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She always wants to help so my S.O. ties her up outside while he works. She had her favorite toy the squirrell which is a combo rope toy, plush toy and kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R924BQo2BlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0nq_43JYti0/s1600-h/tied+up+with+squirrel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178497478331598418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R924BQo2BlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0nq_43JYti0/s200/tied+up+with+squirrel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-3013542101081952497?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/3013542101081952497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=3013542101081952497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/3013542101081952497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/3013542101081952497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/demon-seed.html' title='Demon Seed'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R921jwo2BkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N8hF11EMvvM/s72-c/talking+back.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-1634179554143735796</id><published>2008-03-16T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:03:10.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Darn Cute</title><content type='html'>There were so many things about Guinness that made us laugh. She hopped like a bunny and would, and still does talk back with a rooo rooo rooo. At that point an obvious nickname was Roo (Kanga's baby from Winnie the Poo.) She had very cute bunny paws especially whe she was asleep. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178487011496298002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R92ugAo2BhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H92dIRnxOrI/s200/bunnypaws.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R92xcwo2BiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7OOxc8X48mk/s1600-h/first+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178490254196606498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R92xcwo2BiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7OOxc8X48mk/s200/first+bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was soon time to give her a bath - she was not too thrilled but was so soft and cuddly afterwards. The vet recommended baby shampoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady at work who shows wheatens told me that they really like carrots. Yes they do! My sister said her black lab's mouth waters when he sees her take out the sugar snap peas. Guinness likes those too. I think it's the cold crunch. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R92yPQo2BjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gs3mdCK6fJY/s1600-h/mmmmcarrot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178491121780000306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R92yPQo2BjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gs3mdCK6fJY/s200/mmmmcarrot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-1634179554143735796?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/1634179554143735796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=1634179554143735796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/1634179554143735796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/1634179554143735796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-darn-cute.html' title='So Darn Cute'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R92ugAo2BhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H92dIRnxOrI/s72-c/bunnypaws.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-802990383230294052</id><published>2008-03-13T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:10:02.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9oILAo2BgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UmGBfQk0gos/s1600-h/doggydoor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177459706858702338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9oILAo2BgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UmGBfQk0gos/s200/doggydoor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Housebreaking her went fairly easily especially after the doggie door was installed. She's always interested in any power tools and wants to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took about a month until we could trust her in the house. She's a smart puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-802990383230294052?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/802990383230294052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=802990383230294052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/802990383230294052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/802990383230294052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/housebreaking-her-went-fairly-easily.html' title='Doggie Door'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9oILAo2BgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UmGBfQk0gos/s72-c/doggydoor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-4590694308971292576</id><published>2008-03-12T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:26:49.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to Her Nephew Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9iihgo2BbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RIg2CxMijtU/s1600-h/buddies2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177066468243015090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9iihgo2BbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RIg2CxMijtU/s200/buddies2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first visit was a trip to Huntington Beach to visit her newphew, a cavalier spaniel. He is a well behaved gentleman. She was much smaller so she was also well behaved. There was a lot going on that day and we had a little enclosure for her that worked well. Potter didn't know what to make of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-4590694308971292576?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/4590694308971292576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=4590694308971292576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4590694308971292576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/4590694308971292576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/visit-to-her-nephew-potter.html' title='A Visit to Her Nephew Potter'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9iihgo2BbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RIg2CxMijtU/s72-c/buddies2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600320330478691003.post-8156347665528733158</id><published>2008-03-11T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:26:20.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9n10Ao2BfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3r5dAdOuOr0/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177439520512411122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9n10Ao2BfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3r5dAdOuOr0/s200/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cute little wheaten terrier puppy joined our family in September. She was a free puppy and was the runt of the litter and very spirited. Her daddy is a fancy show dog. We named her Guinness because hey she's Irish! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177433005047023074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9nv4wo2BeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/blfN0HY7ygA/s200/pillow2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She slept the whole day we brought her home. We took her to a couple of friends' houses and she konked on their rug and grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must have been stress. She never whined or wimpered though. One of my friends was worried that she might be sick. When we got home she found a blue cheneille pillow and fell fast asleep under a coffee table. She was 3 1/2 pounds when we brought her home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been fun to watch her coat change from chocolate to caramel. Of course we're still learning about these dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600320330478691003-8156347665528733158?l=guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/feeds/8156347665528733158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600320330478691003&amp;postID=8156347665528733158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/8156347665528733158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600320330478691003/posts/default/8156347665528733158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guinnessthewheaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/cute-little-wheaten-terrier-puppy.html' title='New Puppy'/><author><name>tidbits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15147694416068049712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3454/3362/1600/firstcake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGTWN9PGIqU/R9n10Ao2BfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3r5dAdOuOr0/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
