<?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-6325751860915366683</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:05:34.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dasher's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>Learn about life from a Dachshund's perspective.  Dasher's just a puppy, but he will make you laugh.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-7974894016009374038</id><published>2009-08-04T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:33:28.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun &amp; Frolic - August 4, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Snixds6PTHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/S16tbUljnTo/s1600-h/dash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Snixds6PTHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/S16tbUljnTo/s320/dash1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366234079841700978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Cedar here and it's my first post since taking over the blog for Dasher.  He's loving his new home with his uncle Fred and his friend Ginger.  Dasher and Fred came to stay at Island house for about 10 days last month while Auntie Tamara and Uncle Kevin went on vacation.  We had loads of fun and we missed them when they went home.  Dasher says when Kevin introduces him to their friends he says "This is Ginger, this is Fred and this is Fred's dog Dasher."  Mom about wet her pants laughing when she heard that.  But it's probably true - those boys wrestle and chew toys all day long.  Now Auntie Tamara has to pick up the  fluffy guts from the toys that Dasher disembowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leisl's puppies are just over 7 weeks old and have had their shots.  That's the fun part because now they are allowed to go play outside and have visitors.  Dolly, Elektra and I babysit for them when they are outside.  They usually mob me right away and then we run around and play chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SnizH7GseEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AxC5--aM_Uk/s1600-h/cedarmob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SnizH7GseEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AxC5--aM_Uk/s320/cedarmob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366235904718174274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They love to wrestle and bite and often beat up on Dolly and I but it's all good fun.  We love to take care of them and make sure they stay clean, which can be a real challenge as they move fast and run through everything, even poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SnixIHSDa2I/AAAAAAAAATw/LFOqvfnf81k/s1600-h/dolly%26pups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SnixIHSDa2I/AAAAAAAAATw/LFOqvfnf81k/s320/dolly%26pups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366233708963785570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SniznZELwQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dpolvu723D4/s1600-h/babysitters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SniznZELwQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dpolvu723D4/s320/babysitters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366236445336649986" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana Kathy is away for a bit, so mom is babysitting for her doggies.  They miss her lots and so do we, especially Kate.  She misses Nana bringing in the dog laundry in the morning with a few kibbles tucked inside.  We all hunt through the blankets like we're tracking bunnies, looking for any stray piece of food that got left behind.  Nana had to run to Montana and drop little Maggie off at the Tekelwood farm and then is off to visit family in Utah.  We're getting part of a cow in September - well just the meat and chew bones - so here's a picture of Dinner Bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SnixBbMXLkI/AAAAAAAAATo/EMgyFM54vHg/s1600-h/dinnerbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SnixBbMXLkI/AAAAAAAAATo/EMgyFM54vHg/s320/dinnerbell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366233594049539650" 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/6325751860915366683-7974894016009374038?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/7974894016009374038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=7974894016009374038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/7974894016009374038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/7974894016009374038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-frolic-august-4-2009.html' title='Fun &amp; Frolic - August 4, 2009'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Snixds6PTHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/S16tbUljnTo/s72-c/dash1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-2665227267233867478</id><published>2009-07-13T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:07:44.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnnings - July 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Slu7uoKzgyI/AAAAAAAAASo/MWze7IDSI1U/s1600-h/Dash+Fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Slu7uoKzgyI/AAAAAAAAASo/MWze7IDSI1U/s320/Dash+Fred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358082591418450722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I've spent some time off and on at my Uncle Fred's place and have decided it beats living with a bunch of girls.  We wrestle all the time and get rowdy.  Auntie Tamara said I could come live there so I've decided to take her up on it.  She took us to the local Earthdog trial this last Saturday and this is us after.  Fred worked real hard to race in to the hole then breathed on the rats, fiercely.  My granny Mitzi used to do that, but now she barks like the judges want, and had 2 legs of her Master level finished.  As for me, I chickened out at the entrance.  I'm just not sure I'm ready to go into that dark hole - unless there's liver or cheese at the end.  The rats are just not enough of an enticement yet, but maybe later.  My mommy dog, Elektra hasn't tried it yet, but she does bark at birds bunnies and kites.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SlvFh7SQYQI/AAAAAAAAASw/FzqmIZscu6A/s1600-h/kites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SlvFh7SQYQI/AAAAAAAAASw/FzqmIZscu6A/s320/kites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358093368327954690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marti and Tessa were here for a few days and they had fun in the wild winds of Whidbey, flying the kites and watching Elektra and Cedar chase them.  They couldn't figure out what their facination was with the whizzing bits of cloth, but Elektra wanted to kill them every time they hit the ground.  Maybe it was the spinning tails or just the whirring and flapping noise that they made.  Either way, she injured Marti's kite and it had to have a quick duct tape repair before setting aloft again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma Terri, Daddy Mike and the Sahlin's spent this last Saturday paying their respects at the traveling wall up in Bellingham.  No, they aren't joining a biker gang.  This was the group of motorized patriots and veterans, that met at the rest stop north of Bowe Edison and rode as a memorial group up to the park in Bellingham for a ceramony and an hororary slaute ride past the wall and the 4 mounted pannels that held dog tags commemorating those lost in the current Iraqi conflict.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Slu7p5Ia8AI/AAAAAAAAASg/1FsGzDibCy8/s1600-h/biker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Slu7p5Ia8AI/AAAAAAAAASg/1FsGzDibCy8/s320/biker1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358082510072508418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SlvH_TUPe4I/AAAAAAAAATA/g7ecCPSxlI4/s1600-h/biker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SlvH_TUPe4I/AAAAAAAAATA/g7ecCPSxlI4/s320/biker2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358096072018197378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraqi Conflict dogtags commemorating Operation Enduring Freedom.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SlvI5OJQfCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/kf-LyETGbtc/s1600-h/biker3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SlvI5OJQfCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/kf-LyETGbtc/s320/biker3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358097067062361122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to pay our repsects to the memorials and the fallen heros they represent.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SlvJJL-gAeI/AAAAAAAAATY/x7tn1TOZ1vM/s1600-h/biker4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SlvJJL-gAeI/AAAAAAAAATY/x7tn1TOZ1vM/s320/biker4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358097341358277090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the ride.&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;br /&gt;Whatever your politics, mom thinks we should put it aside and remember that heros are fighting in a foreign country, away from their families,  so we can keep our freedoms and to defend those of others.  We strive to always remember them.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Slu6xhL6cQI/AAAAAAAAARo/2gwNb47B3Ec/s1600-h/biker5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Slu6xhL6cQI/AAAAAAAAARo/2gwNb47B3Ec/s320/biker5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358081541572030722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm hanging with Fred and Ginger now at Auntie Tamara and Uncle Kevin's, Cedar will be taking over the Diary.  I'll still keep her posted on what I do and visit island house when I can.  In the mean time, have an awesome summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325751860915366683-2665227267233867478?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/2665227267233867478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=2665227267233867478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/2665227267233867478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/2665227267233867478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-beginnnings-july-13-2009.html' title='New Beginnnings - July 13, 2009'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Slu7uoKzgyI/AAAAAAAAASo/MWze7IDSI1U/s72-c/Dash+Fred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-3435052964163880150</id><published>2009-07-01T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:09:37.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dachshunds Rule - July 1, 2009</title><content type='html'>Been on vacation, but mom made this great slide show for you.  More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goanimate.com//api/animation/player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="userId=0pwKBmWuXn3M&amp;amp;movieId=0YTXLq6avA7E&amp;amp;movieLid=6&amp;amp;movieTitle=Dachshunds+Rule&amp;amp;movieDesc=&amp;amp;apiserver=http://goanimate.com/&amp;amp;appCode=go&amp;amp;thumbnailURL=http://goanimate.com/files/thumbnails/movie/1111/547111/902427L.jpg&amp;amp;fb_app_url=http://goanimate.com/go/&amp;amp;copyable=0&amp;amp;showButtons=1&amp;amp;isEmbed=1&amp;amp;is_private_shared=0&amp;amp;isPublished=0&amp;amp;originalId=0zEt_fo4L-5k&amp;amp;is_slideshow=1&amp;amp;is_emessage=0&amp;amp;averageRating=0&amp;amp;ratingCount=0" allowscriptaccess="always" height="286" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it? Create your own at &lt;a href="http://goanimate.com/?utm_source=gigyaembed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GoAnimate.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's free and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325751860915366683-3435052964163880150?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/3435052964163880150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=3435052964163880150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/3435052964163880150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/3435052964163880150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2009/07/goanimatecom-dachshunds-rule.html' title='Dachshunds Rule - July 1, 2009'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-718619791425331949</id><published>2009-04-14T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:37:38.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Basket - April 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SeUAD6j312I/AAAAAAAAARY/qtWZ4hMF1aY/s1600-h/happyeaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SeUAD6j312I/AAAAAAAAARY/qtWZ4hMF1aY/s320/happyeaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324662201694803810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is very late, because mom's been busy and I'm down in Bellevue with dad, so I couldn't remind her.  Anyway, I hope you all had a wonderful Easter.  We didn't have an egg hunt, the weather was too ugly up on the island.  Mom wanted to dye the puppies pastel colors before putting them in the basket, but Nana Kathy said "No way!"  She tried to colorize them in her photo software, but it wasn't the same and in the end, they settled for this.  It is cute though.  I'm sure you're wondering where the other three are - mom couldn't get eight in the basket.   This is Connor, Houdini, Abby, Bunny and Maggie.  It took about 50 shots, to get this one - they wiggle around so.  The whole litter are over achievers.  They have already started trying to walk and sit up and they are drinking goat's milk out of a bowl already.  Mom didn't let me have that stuff until I was 5 weeks old and these guys are only 3 weeks today.  Sheesh, some people's children.  Oh well, I'll try to tell you all about my adventures with dad when I get back.  He's taking me to a field trial this weekend.  Hope I see some bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325751860915366683-718619791425331949?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/718619791425331949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=718619791425331949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/718619791425331949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/718619791425331949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-basket-april-14-2009.html' title='Easter Basket - April 14, 2009'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SeUAD6j312I/AAAAAAAAARY/qtWZ4hMF1aY/s72-c/happyeaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-1153665819431336520</id><published>2009-04-01T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:37:11.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot - April 1, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPNKy18PAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/I07HN5l2ae4/s1600-h/thenursery-8days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPNKy18PAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/I07HN5l2ae4/s320/thenursery-8days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821170185092098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is really crappy.  It's your typical Seattle area spring - rain, rain and more rain.  The down side is, we're stuck inside.  I could go out in the yard, but why, it's mostly mud right now and mom would just make me wipe my feet when I come in.  I hate it when she wipes my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom snuck out to Nana Kathy's tailer this morning and snagged a picture of the new babies.  They were a week old yesterday, and mom and Nana are obsessed with their weight.  You'd think  they were ballet dancers or wrestlers or something.  Anyway, I guess they're all getting enough to eat because everybody has put on a few ounces since they were born - even the smallest guy, Houdini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Nana decided today would be a good day to photograph everyone, so of course we were all relegated to the kitchen behind the x-pen.  Elektra and Ganny Mitzi are obsessed with the babies and all they want to do is clean them - go figure.  Anyway, we watched while this little sqirmers got their first portraits done.  It was quite the production.  I felt like we were hanging out at some photo shoot for a magazine or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPNFOt6NMI/AAAAAAAAARI/cwokHtq8ANY/s1600-h/behindbars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPNFOt6NMI/AAAAAAAAARI/cwokHtq8ANY/s320/behindbars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821074588382402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thought you would all like to get a good look, so here they are in the order of their birth - Connor, Mirage, Abby, Bunny, Preston, Maggie, Trixie and Houdini (Harry).   I'll try to keep you updated as they grow.  Hopefully it won't be too long before they're running around.  Maybe they can help me beat up Cedar and Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPM6SktrXI/AAAAAAAAARA/8WTPPrK_TEI/s1600-h/connor-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPM6SktrXI/AAAAAAAAARA/8WTPPrK_TEI/s320/connor-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820886644993394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPM1WoYAzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Y_szUPVDZp0/s1600-h/mirage-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPM1WoYAzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Y_szUPVDZp0/s320/mirage-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820801834746674" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPMv_nwqMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/QhNBlIcMptY/s1600-h/abby-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPMGM1hiKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/S_-oTeRZrH4/s320/trixi-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319819991751690402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPMBqS_45I/AAAAAAAAAPw/h5xaS1eOdLQ/s1600-h/harry-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPMBqS_45I/AAAAAAAAAPw/h5xaS1eOdLQ/s320/harry-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319819913760596882" 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/6325751860915366683-1153665819431336520?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/1153665819431336520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=1153665819431336520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/1153665819431336520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/1153665819431336520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2009/04/photo-shoot-april-1-2009.html' title='Photo Shoot - April 1, 2009'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SdPNKy18PAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/I07HN5l2ae4/s72-c/thenursery-8days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-1756098524038646836</id><published>2009-03-29T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:42:59.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Life - March 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-8EDG7MbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QLcUr1v_4ak/s1600-h/movingday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-8EDG7MbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QLcUr1v_4ak/s320/movingday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318676462687695282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the crew on moving day.  We finally moved up to island house permanently the first week of February after mom got laid off from her job.  There was no reason for her to stay in Bellevue, so up we went.  She and dad spent 3 days with a moving truck running back and forth and we were stuck "behind bars" so they could leave the doors open to move the couches and stuff in and out.   All in all, it wasn't a bad experience and now we get to hang out in the country.  The coolest thing, is the quiet and lack of city lights.  Mom says it's darker than the inside of her head, but it makes for a wonderful view of the heavens.  The whole milky way is sprayed across the sky, like paint splatters on black velvet and the frogs sing to us every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new computer room too, with a view of the pond.  There's plenty of room under the desks for our special dog bed and Cedar even gets special treatment sometimes.  Nana Kathy lets her sit on her desk in a tiny bed and covers her with a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-787c0N5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/mky67YSmfMg/s1600-h/cedar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-787c0N5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/mky67YSmfMg/s320/cedar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318676340372944786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-73zZ2mrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Lp08sb-LGbA/s1600-h/computer-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-73zZ2mrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Lp08sb-LGbA/s320/computer-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318676252313688754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the weather come in over the Straits of Juan de Fuca has become a wonderful novelty.  The cloud formations are so awesome and make some of the most interesting shapes and colors across the canvas outside the windows.  Winter keeps cropping up whenever it feels the urge, and though today is sunny and bright, the pond looked like this just 2 weeks ago.   It makes life exciting and different.   Mom says, "It sure beats sitting in traffic on 148th."  Whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-7AdV-8jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sTDVrdynpmU/s1600-h/weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-7AdV-8jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sTDVrdynpmU/s320/weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318675301499073074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-7Ntyj_EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dmaLMH5wL5c/s1600-h/winterpond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-7Ntyj_EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dmaLMH5wL5c/s320/winterpond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318675529252207682" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the peacefulness of island house, we have had some excitement in the last week.  This is Maddie.  She's very pregnant in this picture and, like all of us, loves to sit in the sun and bake on the cement of the car port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-7x2trORI/AAAAAAAAAO4/USYPUIuWEC4/s1600-h/maddiebefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-7x2trORI/AAAAAAAAAO4/USYPUIuWEC4/s320/maddiebefore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318676150122920210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last Tuesday, she went in to labor and gave birth to eight puppies.  Mom and Nana Kathy helped her of course and she had the job done in just over three hours.  The rest of us were stuck "behind bars" in the kitchen, but it was better that way.  I didn't want to see that yuky stuff anyway.  Elektra was all worked up, she kept wanting to lick the puppies and help keep them warm.  I don't see what the big deal is, they're too little to play with anyway.  There were five girls and three boys - six creams and two black and cream.  The puppies have all gained weight and are very healthy.  I can hardly wait until they're about 5 weeks old and big enough to chase around the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc_C0Fo6SzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/I7Szx2m6S0E/s1600-h/maddieday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc_C0Fo6SzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/I7Szx2m6S0E/s320/maddieday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318683885070601010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-7jmlck7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xb0RT723QUI/s1600-h/day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-7jmlck7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/xb0RT723QUI/s320/day2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318675905275270066" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc_DrVNKP5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/HWqJYqReNZE/s1600-h/day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc_DrVNKP5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/HWqJYqReNZE/s320/day3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318684834141978514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we gotta go and unload some stuff off the trailer.  Mom made a trip down to Bellevue yesterday to bring back the washer and dryer.  I'll leave you with another wonderful Whidbey sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-6TmDvzMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2tQ7jOqdSO4/s1600-h/whidbeysunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-6TmDvzMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2tQ7jOqdSO4/s320/whidbeysunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318674530744388802" 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/6325751860915366683-1756098524038646836?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/1756098524038646836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=1756098524038646836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/1756098524038646836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/1756098524038646836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2009/03/island-life-march-29-2009.html' title='Island Life - March 29, 2009'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/Sc-8EDG7MbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QLcUr1v_4ak/s72-c/movingday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-4715475498087029297</id><published>2009-01-26T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:05:11.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, Canada" - January 26, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SX5lMrQ-MKI/AAAAAAAAANw/87_jASs9Juk/s1600-h/dash-ribbons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SX5lMrQ-MKI/AAAAAAAAANw/87_jASs9Juk/s320/dash-ribbons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295781480281026722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I got to visit a foreign country.  Some people don't think about Canada that way, since it's "attached", but I thought it was interesting.  Mom and Nana Kathy took me, Elektra, Maddie, Lisel, and my uncle BJ up to the Ladies Kennel Club show this last weekend.  It was my first indoor show and only my 5th time in the ring.  I couldn't beat uncle BJ - he's pretty good looking - but the judge did give me the Reserve Winners ribbon on Saturday over 2 other dogs, so I guess that's pretty good.  I just liked the liver mom had in her pocket.   Maddie made it to the breed ring on Saturday and uncle BJ on Sunday.  Mom took him in for Nana and they made the first cut - the top six dogs.  Nana was pretty happy about that, but he didn't place in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indoor ring was way different.  It was at a fairgrounds area and we were in a horse arena or something.  The floor was dirt and smelled like large animals.  It was way cold up there too.  They still have snow on the ground and Elektra and I took forever to find the right potty places.  We had to search around our hotel - which was really nice but didn't have much grass to speak of.  Mom and Nana froze their hands and feet helping us look.  The rooms were nice and the next morning we had breakfast in the room.  Mom set off the fire alarm making toast and Elektra hid under a chair.  No fire trucks came though and they didn't even yell at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to island house on Sunday, I&lt;br /&gt;pretty much passed out and so did everyone else.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SX5lE6_CIVI/AAAAAAAAANo/ImqLNKdSQYY/s1600-h/dash-sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SX5lE6_CIVI/AAAAAAAAANo/ImqLNKdSQYY/s320/dash-sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295781347061801298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Oppah spent the day chasing mice in Arlington under a crawl space.  Lilly was going to help them, but they didn't let her go down because it was too icky.  She found a dead rat at island house though, after stalking around the heater vents for a couple of weeks.  It must have gotten the special food mom and dad left for it and over eaten.  He was totally stiff and dad threw him out so nobody got to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SX5k9RNWasI/AAAAAAAAANg/90n2qfonvrQ/s1600-h/dolly-cedar-xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SX5k9RNWasI/AAAAAAAAANg/90n2qfonvrQ/s320/dolly-cedar-xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295781215588477634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should tell you that we had a really fun Christmas and New Years at island house.  We still had lots of snow up until the day after New Years and some of the pond is still frozen and slushy.  Here's Cedar and Dolly all dressed up under the tree.  I don't think they really liked the dressing up, but they looked very festive.  We laid around by the wood stove, watched some TV and ate junk food.  I think our humans did the same thing, but they played a few games too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are home in Bellevue for a few days and have to catch up on a bunch of stuff.  I sure wish this house would rent or sell.  We want to stay up at island house all the time.  Just look at the beautiful sunsets we get to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SX5kycaMRhI/AAAAAAAAANY/dDVmDxSmBE4/s1600-h/sunset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SX5kycaMRhI/AAAAAAAAANY/dDVmDxSmBE4/s320/sunset1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295781029616567826" 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/6325751860915366683-4715475498087029297?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/4715475498087029297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=4715475498087029297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/4715475498087029297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/4715475498087029297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-canada-january-26-2009.html' title='&quot;Oh, Canada&quot; - January 26, 2009'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SX5lMrQ-MKI/AAAAAAAAANw/87_jASs9Juk/s72-c/dash-ribbons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-2099330136941155369</id><published>2008-12-18T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:50:22.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots And Lots of Snow - December 18, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr8mV9IuAI/AAAAAAAAAME/RUvsOT2fMUs/s1600-h/pile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr8mV9IuAI/AAAAAAAAAME/RUvsOT2fMUs/s320/pile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281311248704124930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy cow, snow in Seattle.  Well we get it sometimes, but not usually in feet.  We have at least 10 inches in our Bellevue back yard and more up at island house.  It started last Saturday.  We were at island house and got about 5 inches there.  It was very cold outside and when we weren't running in the yard getting it all over our fur, we were piled on the couch in front of the wood stove, trying to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to tunnel in the stuff and see if there's anything under there that I need to catch.  Mom's been buggin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr60wsyF6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/0Uu9oYm8ns0/s1600-h/dash-snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr60wsyF6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/0Uu9oYm8ns0/s320/dash-snow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281309297378203554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g me because I like to bring what I find into the house.  I guess I still don't get the&lt;br /&gt;inside and outside toy thing yet.  But hey, I think&lt;br /&gt;I should get better soon.  Today's my one year&lt;br /&gt;birthday and we're going back up to island house tomorrow.  I hope there's cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had to run up on Tuesday because our friend&lt;br /&gt;Kathy (you know, Dolly's mom) said the water wasn't running right.  There was nothing frozen but we think the pump is messed up.  Hopefully we can get it fixed.  Mom can't live without her showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up there a couple of weeks ago for Thanksgiving.  The weather was cool, but not freezing.  Here's Dolly in her little tie died coat.  It's cotton though, so I don't thinks it's very warm. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr74ikIbFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yn1Z4Y7yGM8/s1600-h/dollyonse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr74ikIbFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yn1Z4Y7yGM8/s320/dollyonse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281310461814926418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom took gobs of pictures of everything with snow all over it.  So here are some pics of the pond and ducks.  I gotta run so I can pack and get ready to leave tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr9AuchQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/ywbbxLVjNlc/s1600-h/islandsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr9AuchQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/ywbbxLVjNlc/s320/islandsnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281311701954806770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr9KjrsHRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4NMTxwEhIEw/s1600-h/snowducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr9KjrsHRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4NMTxwEhIEw/s320/snowducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281311870864334098" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr6nu7C9iI/AAAAAAAAALs/g-ycMPI8tLU/s1600-h/dash-cedar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr6nu7C9iI/AAAAAAAAALs/g-ycMPI8tLU/s320/dash-cedar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281309073562859042" 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/6325751860915366683-2099330136941155369?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/2099330136941155369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=2099330136941155369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/2099330136941155369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/2099330136941155369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/12/lots-and-lots-of-snow-december-18-2008.html' title='Lots And Lots of Snow - December 18, 2008'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SUr8mV9IuAI/AAAAAAAAAME/RUvsOT2fMUs/s72-c/pile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-4472827208685945586</id><published>2008-11-07T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:57:15.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Island Weekend - November 1, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTfVPZ7RvI/AAAAAAAAALE/-XL4Cpu7XTg/s1600-h/dash%26kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTfVPZ7RvI/AAAAAAAAALE/-XL4Cpu7XTg/s320/dash%26kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266079420308473586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well Kate and I wanted to make sure we didn't get left behind, so we sat on the pillows and crates waiting for mom to load them in the car.  We sure &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTgtbxJOEI/AAAAAAAAALM/PrAlR9HedGc/s1600-h/dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTgtbxJOEI/AAAAAAAAALM/PrAlR9HedGc/s320/dolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266080935455569986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love our island weekends, even if they are way too short.  Mom and dad ordered a new dog door and made a new area for us just off the car port so we can be out of the rain and have a bigger area to play with our friends, like Dolly here.  Mom loves to give her raspberries on her belly and we run and play all day long, inside and outside.  She's almost a part of our family it seems, we are sad when she has to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTfHwBsvsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BjOCxd1Hubc/s1600-h/dash%26dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTfHwBsvsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BjOCxd1Hubc/s320/dash%26dolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266079188547059394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new flock of ducks that are making the pond their home.  Mom loves ducks so she won't let us chase them like we did the geese.  They don't make as big of a mess in the field and they never come up by the house.   The rains have started and we are hoping the pond will fill up more now, it has dropped almost four feet since we bough&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTfAmBqLlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fspnVABjnxc/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTfAmBqLlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fspnVABjnxc/s320/ducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266079065603452498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t this new place and I'm worried about the fish.  Mom says it's plenty deep in the middle, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet is so peaceful and we had a wonderful visitor this weekend.  Our neighbors, two properties to the west, have a nesting eagle, and he (she) stopped in to check out the fishing.  Mom got some great pictures.  He just landed with his feet in the water at the edge of the pond and surveyed the quiet surface - just waiting for anything to jump.  Nothing did.  I think our fish are too smart.  But he sat there for quite a while, then quietly lifted off the waters edge and flew around the field, checking for mice.  The resident hawks chased him away, but it was fun to watch him hunt.  My ophthalmologist says they have such good eyesight because they have two maculas.  That's the area of the interior eye where the optic nerve comes through.  I wonder if they have two of those as well.  Hmm.  I'll have to ask.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTjqd_5JyI/AAAAAAAAALc/Kinb8vfGKI8/s1600-h/eagleshore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTjqd_5JyI/AAAAAAAAALc/Kinb8vfGKI8/s320/eagleshore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266084183049578274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTeodvqQtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TAfHhrlxaVA/s1600-h/eagle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTeodvqQtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TAfHhrlxaVA/s320/eagle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266078651063616210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTeunW9kAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TN35DaQZjOY/s1600-h/eagle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTeunW9kAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TN35DaQZjOY/s320/eagle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266078756723593218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTe1he9SpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VFPvtrOP3Ng/s1600-h/eagle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTe1he9SpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VFPvtrOP3Ng/s320/eagle3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266078875405601426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will leave you with another wonderful island sunset.  We sure love to sit on the deck and watch old Sol go down.  I'm actually staying with my uncle Fred this week, since Elektra's in season.  She is my dog mom after all.  I'll update you when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTeewwe2JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cwLxonK5M6U/s1600-h/anothersunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTeewwe2JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cwLxonK5M6U/s320/anothersunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266078484368644242" 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/6325751860915366683-4472827208685945586?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/4472827208685945586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=4472827208685945586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/4472827208685945586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/4472827208685945586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-island-weekend-november-1-2008.html' title='Another Island Weekend - November 1, 2008'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SRTfVPZ7RvI/AAAAAAAAALE/-XL4Cpu7XTg/s72-c/dash%26kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-365637736090864018</id><published>2008-10-23T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:54:52.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 23, 2008 - My First Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEVUGbTPtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CvhsJ7nmJKQ/s1600-h/dasherwet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEVUGbTPtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CvhsJ7nmJKQ/s320/dasherwet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260509274812137170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You read it right, I took my first swim.  I don't know what I was thinking.  Dad took us all out in a boat on the pond for the first time.  Elektra didn't like it, so dad had to drop her and mom off at the dock.  I guess I was just trying to get to them or something.  I'm a puppy and sometimes I don't know why I do things, I just do.  It wasn't that bad, but it sure was a surprise.  It's a good thing it was a sunny day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up a couple weeks ago to work on the dirt and mom was so excited because the geese are gone.  No more goose poo on the carport or the yard.  They were fun to chase though and I sort of miss their squawking.  Apparently uncle Bert just told a bunch of people and they decided to come collect their Christmas goose early.  Anyway, the Canada goose is still there, all alone, but who knows how long he will stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEVN9ZiU-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/N4cCOSfmHQA/s1600-h/crane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEVN9ZiU-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/N4cCOSfmHQA/s320/crane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260509169309602786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this cool looking crane stop in on Saturday morning, but dad was glad he didn't stay too long.  I guess he likes fish in a big way, so it would have messed up our fishing time if he had eaten too many of them.  There were loads of red wing blackbirds as well, flitting about in the reeds and playing tag with one another.  The ducks are still in residence as well, and mom is glad about that.  She has a special place in her heart for ducks, but don't ask me why.  They don't fetch and you can't pet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really cold when we woke up in the mornings and we all wore coats.  Mom had a bunch specially made for us by Designer Doggie Wear in Kirkland.  I don't have one yet, but I think I will soon, the weather is starting to get nippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEVHScHFsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tdnYfcsAazc/s1600-h/coats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEVHScHFsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tdnYfcsAazc/s320/coats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260509054698460866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEU_GWdlVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2zQjMDESjxA/s1600-h/rockpicking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEU_GWdlVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2zQjMDESjxA/s320/rockpicking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508914014590290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday and Saturday were "dirt days".  First the grader guy came in and made everything flat and even.  Then uncle Ber came over the top of it and used his rock picker to get a bunch of the rocks up.  You ought to see the piles he made all over the place.  If you want rocks, feel free to come by island house and get them.  We have lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEU42t1IyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VPjBC1v9Cwo/s1600-h/grader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEU42t1IyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VPjBC1v9Cwo/s320/grader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508806738420514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the grading and rock picking, dad and Tim went around with the push seeder and seeded the whole thing.  This was followed by ripping apart hay bales and tossing hay over the top to keep the seed on the ground and help keep it moist.  We are going back up there tonight so it will be interesting to see if any of the little grass has sprouted.  It was about 2 acres when all was said and done.  Mom and dad were sore all week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEUqHKBoXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2Jix0y3aMOE/s1600-h/swale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEUqHKBoXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2Jix0y3aMOE/s320/swale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508553453609330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEUibvqoAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Axc9wLnG4HY/s1600-h/hay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEUibvqoAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Axc9wLnG4HY/s320/hay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508421541240834" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole weekend was topped off by my leap into the pond and aunt Lilly jumping out of the boat with her leash on.  Of course she ran for the blackberry brambles where all the bunnies hang out so that she could get them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEUXtZnohI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgNDpl7gANA/s1600-h/lillydeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEUXtZnohI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgNDpl7gANA/s320/lillydeck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508237302047250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately all she did was chase them out, then got caught in the bramble.  It took mom and dad an hour to cut her out, beating with sticks and using the big weed eater.  Dad broke the line and the plastic blades before the job was all done.  In spite of the cut on her tail, she wanted to go back in after the bunnies as soon as they got her out.  I don't get it, it's all pickery in there.  Mom was all scratched up too, from climbing in after her.  Then there was the combing and shaving part to get the pickers out of Lilly's fur.  She hates to be groomed, but I bet it won't stop her from trying to go back in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta run.  We have a little more house cleaning to do in Bellevue house before we can leave.  I'll just leave you with a great picture of Mount Baker.  Snow has already fallen for this year.  Looks like the skiers will have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEUDtkcisI/AAAAAAAAAIs/z6nny44QERs/s1600-h/mtbaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEUDtkcisI/AAAAAAAAAIs/z6nny44QERs/s320/mtbaker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260507893750074050" 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/6325751860915366683-365637736090864018?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/365637736090864018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=365637736090864018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/365637736090864018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/365637736090864018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-23-2008-my-first-swim.html' title='October 23, 2008 - My First Swim'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SQEVUGbTPtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CvhsJ7nmJKQ/s72-c/dasherwet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-3157505873595313428</id><published>2008-09-22T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:28:31.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy - September 22, 2008</title><content type='html'>We have been way too busy, and I don't like it.  Mom and dad are working hard to get our Bellevue house to sell, and there hasn't been any time to play or go out to the island.  They emptied out the attic this last weekend - talk about a load of stuff.  They made two trips to the dump - over 200 lbs.  Yikes.  People sure collect alot of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago the Cascade Dachshund club had thier fall Earthdog test.  Dad and granny Mitzi ran with auntie Jean and Phinney in the Master class on Sunday.   Mitzi didn't do so well on that day, but the day before - her first time ever, she passed and got her first Master leg - it takes 4 to get title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SNhQ-yFlg6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pYVPk6GsaGA/s1600-h/mitziphinney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SNhQ-yFlg6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pYVPk6GsaGA/s320/mitziphinney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249034405227627426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had lots of fun hanging out at the island house and chasing the geese when we weren't at the trial.  I sure hope I get to hunt the rats some day.  I liked chasing the geese off the lawn, so I'm sure I'll like the tunnel and sniffing for the rats.   We're supposed to go to a Field Trial in a couple of weeks, but with all the busyness, I don't know if it will happen.  I want to learn how to track bunnies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SNhRHhU069I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hRBossj1shQ/s1600-h/mitzi1stmaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SNhRHhU069I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hRBossj1shQ/s320/mitzi1stmaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249034555346971602" 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;Well, I guess this one's going to be a short post.  I just wanted to let you know, that we work lots on training.  Learning how to be good dogs and not mess in the house.  The potty thing is a challenge right now because the weather's changed and Dachshunds hate to get their feet wet - unless they're hunting something - so sometimes I'm bad and don't go outside.  Mom has lots of resources for that sort of thing and the links are in the side bar to the right if you want to check them out.  Me? I just want to have fun.  Well, I gotta run.  Here's a great sunset picture from our island house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se you later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SNhQ35LruAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pz0Xub_HLKY/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SNhQ35LruAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pz0Xub_HLKY/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249034286873163778" 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/6325751860915366683-3157505873595313428?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/3157505873595313428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=3157505873595313428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/3157505873595313428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/3157505873595313428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-busy-september-22-2008.html' title='Busy Busy - September 22, 2008'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SNhQ-yFlg6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pYVPk6GsaGA/s72-c/mitziphinney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-5828980350637862469</id><published>2008-09-01T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:05:13.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 1, 2008 - Montana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyJwNdc3rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2o3EEJPxdfA/s1600-h/elektrawire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyJwNdc3rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2o3EEJPxdfA/s320/elektrawire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241215527692328626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just returned from a fun trip to Montana.  Before that it was dog shows galore and mom never had any time to tell you what we've been up to.  I was so glad when I found out we were going to get 4 whole days to be off somewhere new, without a judge checking my boy parts.  I still got petted and snuggled lots.  I met my dad's sister, Peg.  She came all the way out to our friends, the Hodges' place in Montana to pick up a puppy and hang out with my human pack.  Maine is where my granny Mitzi and auntie Lilly were born and where the best lobster in the world comes from - at least that's what mom says.  I never got to eat any of it.  I also met lots of new dog friends, this is Elektra - she has the same name as my dog mom, but her face is all bristly.  She was lots of fun to play with.  We drove most of the night last Thursday and got there at 2:00 in the morning - Montana time.  Boy is it dark out there, you can see the whole Milky Way without any interference from city lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we got up way too early - that's what mom said anyway - and went for a long walk with a bunch more of our new friends.  This is a typical morning ritual at Teckelwood Farm and the process is repeated several times with different bunches of dogs.  You can see, it's a major wiener fest, but the neighbors love to wave and honk when they see us all in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyJp-VLggI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OTT515JKL_0/s1600-h/walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyJp-VLggI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OTT515JKL_0/s320/walking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241215420551889410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granny Mitzi and auntie Lilly love this part of our stay the best because the smells are so interesting and there's lots of things to hunt in the long grass in the ditches.  Also, there's so much activity around the pond and the streams - geese, ducks, swallows and pollywogs (whatever those are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing there are lots of, besides Dachshunds, is the cows.  That's the main reason we went, so mom and dad could get some cow meat.  We pulled a trailer behind the van with a freezer on it to keep the 162 lbs of beef  and some Montana Huckleberry ice cream, frozen on the trip home.   Mom, dad and auntie Peg helped uncle Rae with his fall round-up and moved the herd out to another pasture way far away.  That was nice because then they didn't wake me up with all their mooing so early in the morning.  Auntie Jennifer from our Dachshund club came along too and they all rode the horses every day, which makes me really glad I'm a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyJf6cs2AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QeLHfjrmTjs/s1600-h/cows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyJf6cs2AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QeLHfjrmTjs/s320/cows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241215247711000578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyJWKpuU7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XLrIgSzCZEc/s1600-h/mitzionhorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyJWKpuU7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XLrIgSzCZEc/s320/mitzionhorse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241215080261899186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad took granny Mitzi with him in the mule a couple of times.  The mule is sort of an upscale golf cart with an small pick-up like back end.  It worked great for rounding up the horses every morning, hauling mineral blocks out to the cows and going ahead of the riders to open gates.   Then dad would close them behind and nobody had to get off the horses.  Did I tell you I'm really glad I'm a dog.  Anyway, granny Mitzi got to have a short ride with mom on a nice horse named Lady.  She was a little unsure about the whole thing and when Lady started tossing her head, granny Mitzi just grabbed chunks of her main and pulled on it to tell her to stop.  Mom said it didn't really work much but it was worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure had lots of fun with our Montana friends at Teckelwood Farm, but I'm glad we've had a day to rest up before mom and dad go back to work.  Kate and I are helping with laundry so I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyQXhAaTmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OJHJcUqLZNU/s1600-h/katedasher-basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyQXhAaTmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OJHJcUqLZNU/s320/katedasher-basket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241222800023899746" 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/6325751860915366683-5828980350637862469?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/5828980350637862469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=5828980350637862469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/5828980350637862469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/5828980350637862469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-1-2008-montana.html' title='September 1, 2008 - Montana'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SLyJwNdc3rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2o3EEJPxdfA/s72-c/elektrawire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-543506657104799380</id><published>2008-07-27T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:55:16.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 27, 2008 -  An Island Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0U5fFHNxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MidAz2rtKY4/s1600-h/moon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0U5fFHNxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MidAz2rtKY4/s320/moon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227857720275056402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, mom's way behind in writing for me again.  You just can't get good help these days.  Last week we left on Thursday after the humans got home from work, and headed up to our "Island House" on Whidbey.  We are really starting to like it there and hope our Bellevue house sells soon so we can be there all the time.  We had gotten as far as the "Res", where dad stopped for gas.  Mom looked out her window and screamed, "Oh my God!" Then ran off with her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the "Man In The Moon" was making his arrival ever present, with an awesome show over the Cascade mountains.  She took way too many pictures.  Dad kept telling her to stop and get back in the car but she said, "I can't.  Look at the light, it just keeps changing."  Anyway here are a few shots for you to look at as it rose in it's pinky-golden light above the peaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0Utis2ErI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XrnJp2_pf2c/s1600-h/moon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0Utis2ErI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XrnJp2_pf2c/s320/moon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227857515088581298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad it was getting dark or the detail would have been better. As it was, mom was using the telephoto and a slower shutter speed to capture this event. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0UhixTvgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Bt1TB-bM6Ag/s1600-h/moon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0UhixTvgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Bt1TB-bM6Ag/s320/moon4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227857308948872706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the time we got to the house, it was pretty much pitch black, but mom wanted to see if she could take some pictures down by the pond.  They were neat, but it was so dark that the moon detail was non-existent, but the clouds looked way cool and she even got some lens flare from the moon light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning a flock of geese decided to wake everyone up at the crack of dawn.  We all started barking when we heard them, which didn't help the mood in the house.  I think it was only about 5:00 and we hadn't gotten to bed until after 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0UYFQF25I/AAAAAAAAAFY/roOWqvmqSbY/s1600-h/geese1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0UYFQF25I/AAAAAAAAAFY/roOWqvmqSbY/s320/geese1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227857146406099858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But these are pretty fun creatures to watch.  They nest in the fields at night and during the day (wish mom would let us chase them) and then come down to the pond in the early morning and at dusk to swim and eat bugs.  We couldn't quite figure out why there was a Canada goose with this bunch, but I guess geese don't discriminate, so there you go.  Too bad humans aren't more like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0US49p5kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7MezuI5eowo/s1600-h/geese2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0US49p5kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7MezuI5eowo/s320/geese2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227857057208198722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Marti and Tessa came along too, so that was lots of fun.  Tessa spoiled Cedar a ton, I don't think her feet touched the ground much all weekend.  Marti makes a great fouton and let us pile with her on the couch when we were just hanging out and doing nothing - which wasn't very&lt;br /&gt;much of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0eb0tMGgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ge4WkeY3lYg/s1600-h/tessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0eb0tMGgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ge4WkeY3lYg/s320/tessa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227868205800495618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0dGVlcq6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zH3B3UjE8uY/s1600-h/marticouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0dGVlcq6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zH3B3UjE8uY/s320/marticouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227866737157647266" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad put a new dog door in the front and we ran in and out all weekend watching Marti mow the lawn - she loves the riding mower and it's good training for when she gets a car.  Dad says he's glad he doesn't have to teach her to drive.  I can't believe how fast she could get the mower going - she had it on the rabbit setting I'm sure.   Dad and our friend uncle Mike built a brand new display box for picture taking at the Dachshund specialty on August 15th.  I hope I do well enough in the show to get my picture taken on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing we did was go fishing.  The mosquitos were not nice, but we managed.  Mom caught a small blue gill, but she threw it back as it was too small to eat.  We all went for a walk around the pond on Sunday before we left and my dog mom, Elektra fell in.  Luckily Marty was quick to pull her out.  She didn't get too wet and didn't even smell bad afterwards.  Well, it's dinner time, so I gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0cQMII4KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mF8CQIeArVE/s1600-h/dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0cQMII4KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mF8CQIeArVE/s320/dock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227865806905860258" 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/6325751860915366683-543506657104799380?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/543506657104799380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=543506657104799380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/543506657104799380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/543506657104799380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-27-2008-island-weekend.html' title='July 27, 2008 -  An Island Weekend'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SI0U5fFHNxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MidAz2rtKY4/s72-c/moon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-8094594840816688170</id><published>2008-07-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:47:52.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Show - July 1, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SGqhNjEfrLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/35r2LonkZY8/s1600-h/firstshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SGqhNjEfrLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/35r2LonkZY8/s320/firstshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218160372386606258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, here I am at my first ever AKC show this past weekend.  As you can see, I was a bit nervous about the strange man checking out my butt.  I guess they want to make sure you have all your "boy parts" for use later on - whatever that means.  It was way hot and we laid around in our cages under the awning to stay cool in between classes.  I got a 3rd place on Saturday and a 2nd place on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SGqiEU62ygI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j4zgau47Tvc/s1600-h/fredmarti1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SGqiEU62ygI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j4zgau47Tvc/s320/fredmarti1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218161313480886786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my uncle Fred with Marti - he beat me and got Winner's Dog on Saturday, getting his first points toward his championship.  Mom and auntie Tamara were so excited they cried.  On Sunday, my uncle BJ won the class so at least we are keeping it all in the family.  BJ is my daddy dog's brother and lives with Nana Kathy an Papa Mike in Lynnwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was staying at our soon to be, new home out on Whidbey Island.  Mom and dad bought 15 acres for us to run and hunt on.  It has a huge 3 acre pond with fish and everything.   There's an older modular home there, but we will be building a new house on this spot with a great view of the pond and the Olympic mountains.  There's lots of bunnies to track too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SGqkBF2mVRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k48esemjZeo/s1600-h/newhouseview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SGqkBF2mVRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k48esemjZeo/s320/newhouseview.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218163456920147218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got home we all ran in the big yard then came inside and passed out on the couch.  So did mom and dad come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SGqg8nFYxwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yALDZZ24rrw/s1600-h/tired.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SGqg8nFYxwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yALDZZ24rrw/s320/tired.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218160081406314242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, gotta run.  We're going up to Whidbey again for the 4th of July and I have lots of napping to do before we go - I never get much of that done up there.  It's way too exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325751860915366683-8094594840816688170?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/8094594840816688170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=8094594840816688170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/8094594840816688170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/8094594840816688170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-show-july-1-2008.html' title='My First Show - July 1, 2008'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SGqhNjEfrLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/35r2LonkZY8/s72-c/firstshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-8588238338588182343</id><published>2008-06-15T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:00:01.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Bathing - June 15, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFViLOiQ56I/AAAAAAAAADw/0ZIvcolWbSc/s1600-h/me%26granny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFViLOiQ56I/AAAAAAAAADw/0ZIvcolWbSc/s320/me%26granny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212180088771110818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood - I heard that somewhere.  Sunny Seattle - huh?  Well it happens on occasion and today is one of those days.  It's Father's Day and my daddy dog is with his family up north.  I've not really seen much of him, but should in the near future.  His name's Tucker and he lives with our friends, Mike and Kathy in Lynnwood.  I hear that we may go head to head in the show ring and Nana Kathy says I look better than him - we'll see what the judges think.  Anyway, back to the sun.  Woohoo, here I am with granny Mitzi, basking in the yard.  It's so warm and we love to roll in the grass and get all dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFVj7hibbpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1kYCmLOcS9A/s1600-h/elektranap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFVj7hibbpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1kYCmLOcS9A/s320/elektranap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212182018017422994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My momma dog, Elektra takes sun bathing very seriously.  She likes to lay near the fence to get the warming effect off the boards.  And here's Cedar.  Remember when you were a kid and you'd jump out of the pool and head for the warm cement to lay and dry off?  That's Cedar - she likes the warmth and reflective powers of the tops on the septic tank.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFVh3UZjpCI/AAAAAAAAADY/DFa1zGYgfJ4/s1600-h/cedar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFVh3UZjpCI/AAAAAAAAADY/DFa1zGYgfJ4/s320/cedar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212179746747819042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's auntie Lilly and cousin Kaitlyn. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFVhx9mZd4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kzT9jEhMxxU/s1600-h/kaitlil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFVhx9mZd4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kzT9jEhMxxU/s320/kaitlil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212179654728316802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hang out indoors on the comfy bed in the&lt;br /&gt;computer room with mom.  I think it's just because they want to be closer to any food that might appear on the desk if mom goes for a snack.  They don't know what they're missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta run.  Dad's gonna mow and I love to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325751860915366683-8588238338588182343?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/8588238338588182343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=8588238338588182343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/8588238338588182343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/8588238338588182343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/06/sun-bathing-june-15-2008.html' title='Sun Bathing - June 15, 2008'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFViLOiQ56I/AAAAAAAAADw/0ZIvcolWbSc/s72-c/me%26granny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-8046964579282624600</id><published>2008-06-14T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:02:15.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Time - June 13, 2008</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a fun couple of weeks.  Last weekend, my uncle Fred and my aunt Kaitlyn were at the Puyallup dog show.  Our friend Marti was doing the showing and I got to go along to watch how it's done and get lots of treats.  Here's Marti with Fred - they got Reserve Winners in the Bred By Exhibitor class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFR059l1j-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TubkisQsTcI/s1600-h/martifred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFR059l1j-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TubkisQsTcI/s320/martifred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211919207909134306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just today, they took me, Elektra (my dog mom), and granny Mitzi to the Sirius Dog Festival in Seattle.  There was a fun match there, just like a show but it's really just practice for the real thing.  It was my turn today, and since I'm still not 6 months old until Thursday, mom showed me in the under age puppy class.  I guess the judges liked me because I got first in my class, Best of Breed and first place in the Hound group for puppies.  Here's me with mom, my friend Tessa and all the toys I got.  The best part was the treats though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFR16_n8loI/AAAAAAAAADA/65xVkGcUPMU/s1600-h/funmatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFR16_n8loI/AAAAAAAAADA/65xVkGcUPMU/s320/funmatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211920325146351234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I'm going to cut this short because I've been up all day and missed my naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6325751860915366683-8046964579282624600?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/8046964579282624600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=8046964579282624600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/8046964579282624600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/8046964579282624600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/06/show-time-june-13-2008.html' title='Show Time - June 13, 2008'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SFR059l1j-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TubkisQsTcI/s72-c/martifred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-5605705031754901069</id><published>2008-06-02T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:57:52.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tally Ho! - June 2, 2008</title><content type='html'>This last weekend, mom and dad loaded us all up in the RV and we sat in the window watching big trucks and cars go by for 3 hours on the way to Castle Rock.  It was a long trip, but I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SESidiKFKDI/AAAAAAAAACg/JTFiKVQsdo4/s1600-h/rv-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SESidiKFKDI/AAAAAAAAACg/JTFiKVQsdo4/s320/rv-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207465697416128562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's All About The Bunny" or at least, that's what I'm told.  I attended my first field trial this last weekend.  It's actually interesting to watch grown adults wander around with sticks, whack the bushes and shout "Tally Ho" at the top of their lungs.  That means they've sited a rabbit, BTW.  Then the person who saw it, tells the judges where it went and they bring up two dogs that track the bunny off leash.  The dog that stays truest to the line is the winner of that brace.  It takes awhile to do a whole group of dogs so I got to experience nature and eat bunny poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SESjS5XG8gI/AAAAAAAAACo/sKqPuyCDyHs/s1600-h/scotchbroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SESjS5XG8gI/AAAAAAAAACo/sKqPuyCDyHs/s320/scotchbroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207466614177853954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what mom got to look at as we walked along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SESjkCKZwSI/AAAAAAAAACw/BErJQVJGtCU/s1600-h/dashersview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SESjkCKZwSI/AAAAAAAAACw/BErJQVJGtCU/s320/dashersview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207466908598255906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I saw, but it was OK.&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;My Auntie Lilly got second place in the Field Champion class and cousin Kaitlyn got 4th in the girl's class.  We all got really dirty and had lots of fun.  Some day I hope to be a hunter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of Hunter, he finally went to his forever home with our friends Amy and Greg in Redmond.  He's really happy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta cut this short, because mom's calling us for dinner and I never skip a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325751860915366683-5605705031754901069?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/5605705031754901069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=5605705031754901069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/5605705031754901069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/5605705031754901069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/06/tally-ho-june-2-2008.html' title='Tally Ho! - June 2, 2008'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SESidiKFKDI/AAAAAAAAACg/JTFiKVQsdo4/s72-c/rv-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-6659978058457942400</id><published>2008-05-18T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:47:21.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WooHoo - May 18, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SDCG7O5fedI/AAAAAAAAACA/mKM2DZhIDjs/s1600-h/mitzijww1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SDCG7O5fedI/AAAAAAAAACA/mKM2DZhIDjs/s320/mitzijww1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201805921782561234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Dachshunds do Agility?  OMG, it's amazing.  I went to a trial yesterday to watch my granny, Mitzi.  It was like 90 degrees and we hung out in an X-pen under this awning.  Mom and auntie Tamara hosed us down every so often - I really didn't like that part.  We saw so many dogs playing around on these really big toys.  Everything from huge labs to a tiny little Papillion named Tigger - boy could he run.  My granny Mitzi wasn't quite as fast, but it was only her second trial and she got 1st in her Jumps With Weaves class.  That means she qualified and has one leg - she needs three for a title.  Here she is with my dad and also practicing at Argus Ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's another gorgeous day here in Seattle, so I gotta run and nap in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SDCHN-5feeI/AAAAAAAAACI/SBw0UD3tNh0/s1600-h/mitzitire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SDCHN-5feeI/AAAAAAAAACI/SBw0UD3tNh0/s320/mitzitire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201806243905108450" 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/6325751860915366683-6659978058457942400?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/6659978058457942400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=6659978058457942400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/6659978058457942400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/6659978058457942400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/05/woohoo-may-18-2008.html' title='WooHoo - May 18, 2008'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SDCG7O5fedI/AAAAAAAAACA/mKM2DZhIDjs/s72-c/mitzijww1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-4421386998100536609</id><published>2008-05-16T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:39:10.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 16, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been a bit since I posted.  We went to an Earthdog test a couple weeks ago and my granny Mitzi earned her Senior Earthdog Title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SC4MQe5feZI/AAAAAAAAABg/JlNeK4Sd8pY/s1600-h/mitziSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SC4MQe5feZI/AAAAAAAAABg/JlNeK4Sd8pY/s320/mitziSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201108096971143570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know what that is I'll tell you.  Dachshunds were basically bred to "go to ground" after badgers.  I know they're bigger, but we don't know we're smaller, so there you are.  The Dachshund chases the badger into his tunnel, corners him and barks loudly (that's the fun part) until the dog's owner digs him (and the badger) up.  Earthdog is the closest approximation to that.  The test consists of a 30 foot tunnel, with two 90 degree bends, that is 10 inches or so underground.  The dog is timed as he navigates the tunnel, and finds the end where there are rats in a cage, behind thick dowels.  We bark at the rats or dig for a specified amount of time depending on the level.  There are thee levels in Earthdog - Junior, Senior and Master.  You can learn more from my friends at the &lt;a href="http://psearthdog.freeservers.com/EarthDog.htm"&gt;Puget Sound Earthdog Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SC4Mm-5feaI/AAAAAAAAABo/tPtimsbGHX8/s1600-h/lilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SC4Mm-5feaI/AAAAAAAAABo/tPtimsbGHX8/s320/lilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201108483518200226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Lilly is a Master, but she'd really rather track bunnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SDCv2u5fefI/AAAAAAAAACQ/keiFtpLeCUs/s1600-h/hunter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SDCv2u5fefI/AAAAAAAAACQ/keiFtpLeCUs/s320/hunter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201850924449888754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My cousin Archer went to his new home yesterday and has a new friend, Roscoe, that he hangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; out with.   So here's Hunter all by himself -we play as much as possible.   He hopes to find a new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; home soon though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the sun's out!  Perfect time to bask on the deck with the pack.  See ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SC4Svu5fecI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9bTpuE609cI/s1600-h/dashgate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SC4Svu5fecI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9bTpuE609cI/s320/dashgate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201115230911822274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325751860915366683-4421386998100536609?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/4421386998100536609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=4421386998100536609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/4421386998100536609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/4421386998100536609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-16-2008.html' title='May 16, 2008'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SC4MQe5feZI/AAAAAAAAABg/JlNeK4Sd8pY/s72-c/mitziSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-3347966923351421825</id><published>2008-04-20T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:14:31.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Snows?  4/20/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAuw2eUoMXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fo6NN88HM7g/s1600-h/dashersnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAuw2eUoMXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fo6NN88HM7g/s320/dashersnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191437445373636978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG!  We woke up to huge flakes coming down this morning.  Mom says that's unusual enough for the Seattle area, but in April, it's unheard of.  While she was stressing over the peonies, I was having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My cousins Archer and Hunter are here still and this was the first time they had seen the white stuff too. It's amazing how cool it smells and it tastes great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAuxQuUoMYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oJs5IJV_4EA/s1600-h/archersnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAuxQuUoMYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oJs5IJV_4EA/s320/archersnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191437896345203074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAuxi-UoMZI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pb94GJ5FQ1c/s1600-h/huntersnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAuxi-UoMZI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pb94GJ5FQ1c/s320/huntersnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191438209877815698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday was boring.  We slept in our pens all day - dad's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and mom had some knitting retreat.  I think I'm going to get a sweater out of the deal though.  She visited an alpaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAu1XOUoMaI/AAAAAAAAABM/cAEmL_ioZQ4/s1600-h/small1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAu1XOUoMaI/AAAAAAAAABM/cAEmL_ioZQ4/s320/small1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191442406060863906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; farm.  These are sure strange looking creatures.  Maybe next time she'll bring one home.  Is it just me, or do they look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAu1mOUoMbI/AAAAAAAAABU/iOct_f0p_Nc/s1600-h/small2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAu1mOUoMbI/AAAAAAAAABU/iOct_f0p_Nc/s320/small2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191442663758901682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; like they're smiling?  Hmm, I wonder if they fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, it's nap time, gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325751860915366683-3347966923351421825?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/3347966923351421825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=3347966923351421825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/3347966923351421825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/3347966923351421825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-snows-42008.html' title='April Snows?  4/20/08'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/SAuw2eUoMXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fo6NN88HM7g/s72-c/dashersnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-4719744222129915685</id><published>2008-04-09T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:18:40.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 9, 2008 - How It All Began</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/R_1tJ1yBPxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AClLQmOPsU0/s1600-h/birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/R_1tJ1yBPxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AClLQmOPsU0/s320/birth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187422361623805714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I've been really busy learning manners, so couldn't get back before now.  Here is a picture taken the morning after I was born - well extracted actually.   My mom kept our humans up most of the night and she had to have a c-section.   They didn't get any sleep really.  But I got loads and ate even more.  I got so fat the first 3 weeks, my humans were worried I wouldn't be able to stand up and walk.  But I proved them wrong.  I had my first outside experience at 4.5 weeks and they made me a little sweater from an old wool sock - it was way cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/R_1uN1yBPyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_6hMgTB4XwU/s1600-h/outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/R_1uN1yBPyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_6hMgTB4XwU/s320/outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187423529854910242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My humans tell me I'm pretty smart.  I learned how to use the dog door when I was only 6 weeks old.  Boy were they happy about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/R_1u91yBPzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YkaSC2uZUmc/s1600-h/dogdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/R_1u91yBPzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YkaSC2uZUmc/s320/dogdoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187424354488631090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well, I gotta run.  I have two small cousins - Archer and Hunter both 8 weeks old.  They are looking for homes, so I won't get to play with them very much longer.  This is Archer, he and I love golf balls.  Talk at you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/R_1wDVyBP0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iXMz0j1deTg/s1600-h/archer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/R_1wDVyBP0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iXMz0j1deTg/s320/archer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187425548489539394" 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/6325751860915366683-4719744222129915685?l=cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/feeds/4719744222129915685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325751860915366683&amp;postID=4719744222129915685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/4719744222129915685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325751860915366683/posts/default/4719744222129915685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedarcroftdachshunds.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-9-2008-how-it-all-began.html' title='April 9, 2008 - How It All Began'/><author><name>Dasher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000538259035789784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aPHuPwzybGo/R_1tJ1yBPxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AClLQmOPsU0/s72-c/birth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325751860915366683.post-7388490360628113466</id><published>2008-04-03T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T12:32:16.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sort of new to this technology thing, but I'm sure I'll get the hang of it.  I plan on telling you all about Dachshunds and my family.  For now, I have a nap to take, so I'll be back later.  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