tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post8501881898674550877..comments2023-10-14T09:11:30.472-04:00Comments on (Parenthetically Speaking...): Dog-Day AfternoonSerenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-8910039878788766682007-02-21T18:09:00.000-05:002007-02-21T18:09:00.000-05:00It was an adorable circular e-mail, Liz. :)It was an adorable circular e-mail, Liz. :)Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-46895296753777261842007-02-21T13:27:00.000-05:002007-02-21T13:27:00.000-05:00I'm a Boston terrier puppy too! I've got a feeling...I'm a Boston terrier puppy too! I've got a feeling I was something else the same as Kan; are we related?<BR/><BR/>Reading all about these animals has reminded me of something I was going to post. It's a circular email I received about the difference between cats and dogs and it's funny. I'll go post it now.Liz Hindshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04646532093872561703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-77910960068963350822007-02-21T12:56:00.000-05:002007-02-21T12:56:00.000-05:00Great! I modified the code, so that means it work...Great! I modified the code, so that means it worked.Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-87447773585021904382007-02-21T12:54:00.000-05:002007-02-21T12:54:00.000-05:00Except this last time yea.Except this last time yea.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15897700063744746464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-6141846844220428532007-02-21T11:26:00.000-05:002007-02-21T11:26:00.000-05:00Oh, no! It must be the music player. It shouldn'...Oh, no! It must be the music player. It shouldn't be warning about Active-X, though. It's just a simple little piece of code. Is it doing it every time you open the page?Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-24153108098106841462007-02-21T11:21:00.000-05:002007-02-21T11:21:00.000-05:00Something is screwy with your page. I think it is...Something is screwy with your page. I think it is something new added. Everytime I open your page I get an Active X warning.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15897700063744746464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-43039608408080971962007-02-21T10:57:00.000-05:002007-02-21T10:57:00.000-05:00Why, you're a darling little Pug, of course.Why, you're a darling little Pug, of course.Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-43432764578636193392007-02-21T10:40:00.000-05:002007-02-21T10:40:00.000-05:00I give up. I have no idea what breed of puppy I am...I give up. I have no idea what breed of puppy I am.puerileuwaitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721399673017380093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-35444274801272911242007-02-21T05:59:00.000-05:002007-02-21T05:59:00.000-05:00I'm so glad you clarified that for us, Serena...I ...I'm so glad you clarified that for us, Serena...I was kinda imagining you trotting along to the vet, collar around your neck...the mind boggles! ;)Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835982875620956300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-25900238706972258912007-02-21T00:28:00.000-05:002007-02-21T00:28:00.000-05:00We survived, though, Mike. We're tough girls. I ...We survived, though, Mike. We're tough girls. I am, however, coming a little undone over uncooperative html codes and conflicting browsers. Grrrrr! Maybe I'll have one of those expensive dog treats I had to buy at the vet's office. The dog gobbles like a pig the treats the vet gives her. I buy a bag (probably out of guilt) and then when we get home, she won't touch them. I think it's some sort of canine reverse psychology.Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-46001782880822248832007-02-21T00:15:00.000-05:002007-02-21T00:15:00.000-05:00Aww poor doggie (and Serena) had a tough day.Aww poor doggie (and Serena) had a tough day.Hale McKayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02548008024457474809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-58905005027777673692007-02-20T21:31:00.000-05:002007-02-20T21:31:00.000-05:00It's really all very Zen, Kan. As long as you can...It's really all very Zen, Kan. As long as you can completely grasp the concept that the domain is theirs and they are gracious enough to suffer your presence, all will be well. That's all there is to it, Grasshopper.<BR/><BR/>No. I am all Lemming, with a fatal attraction to tall cliffs, but all my parts work. I am not broken.<BR/><BR/>Oh, P.S., I've heard about that water gun trick. There was this cat who really, really wanted to move in with me. Every time I'd open the door in the summer, there he'd be, plastered to the screen. He wasn't a bit scared of the dog growling at him. So I got a water gun and started squirting him through the screen, hoping he'd back off and I could get out the door without him getting in. He liked it. He'd be waiting with open mouth for a nice drink of water.Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-53950790831016647282007-02-20T21:00:00.000-05:002007-02-20T21:00:00.000-05:00My kitties are too smart for their own good. A fr...My kitties are too smart for their own good. A friend told me that squirt guns are perfect for training a cat so I bought one. When one of them was a kitten he decided he wanted what I was eating. I slowly grabbed the water gun and waited until is nose was close to my food and shot him in the face. He did not budge. He gave me a "that was really annoying" look, took the meat and ran. My house is the definition of "its my cat's house, I just live here."<BR/><BR/>PS-Lemmings can be wayward, broken, or both.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15897700063744746464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-35750132694119202412007-02-20T19:18:00.000-05:002007-02-20T19:18:00.000-05:00Well, y'all are all just adorable puppies.:)Oh, my...Well, y'all are all just adorable puppies.:)<BR/><BR/>Oh, my Lord, Kan -- I would have Freaked. Completely. Out. Those are some vindictive kitties you've got there.<BR/><BR/>Littlebird, I'm an animal magnet, too. I've had as many as six dogs in here at one time. Aren't Boxers wonderful? I've never heard of the disease yours has; hope he's going to be okay.<BR/><BR/>We made it to the vet's and back in one piece. The Princess Dawg is now (predictably) sulking. I know she hates having blood drawn (and I don't blame her), but this is ridiculous. She won't even come in the same room with me. She got a clean bill of health -- and a compliment. She's 11 years old, and the vet says she seems more like a 2-year-old.<BR/><BR/>Kan, I may be a wayward lemming, but not broken. Never broken.:)Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-36067617858756226812007-02-20T16:39:00.000-05:002007-02-20T16:39:00.000-05:00I am home for the wayward and broken lemmings. My...I am home for the wayward and broken lemmings. My animals never get along.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15897700063744746464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-67690908272153564302007-02-20T16:24:00.000-05:002007-02-20T16:24:00.000-05:00YOU ARE A BOXER PUPPYEnergetic, playful and good w...YOU ARE A BOXER PUPPY<BR/><BR/><BR/>Energetic, playful and good with kids.<BR/>You've also got a wild spirit that can't be trained or tamed. <BR/><BR/><BR/>speaking of boxers, I had to take our boxer to the vet last week. he's super old and I thought he had some kind of weird stroke. The vet says he has a thing actually called, "Old Dog's Vestibular Disease". Makes him "act like a drunken sailor" --vet's words, not mine.<BR/><BR/>I am home for wayward and broken animals. I do not seek them out, but I always have them.<BR/><BR/>Or they have me?Camille Alexahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09031841106283355784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-19518311416915133052007-02-20T14:18:00.000-05:002007-02-20T14:18:00.000-05:00***You Are a Chow Puppy***Don't fence me in!You're...***You Are a Chow Puppy***<BR/><BR/><BR/>Don't fence me in!<BR/>You're an independent spirit that won't be tied down.<BR/><BR/>Because my daughter the vet tech takes my cats to the vet, the oldest one Brian hates her. <BR/>On the last visit to the vet I asked her how he was. I meant healthwise. She looked at me seriously and said "Oh mom, he's much worse." Of course I'm freaked, thinking he was sick. She was talking about his behavior. LOLrkfinnellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12375756276776255824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28555288.post-84711001193819089912007-02-20T13:26:00.000-05:002007-02-20T13:26:00.000-05:00You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy Aggressive, wild,...You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy <BR/> <BR/>Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious.<BR/>Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster. <BR/><BR/>...?<BR/><BR/><BR/>I last took my cats to the vet a few years ago. They let me know exactly what they think of those trips and I decided they were right. How did they let me know? My using my bed as a litterbox, but not where I could see it easily. Not my little shytes! No, they crawled deep under the covers and did it there where I would not find it until I was comfortably in my bed and rolling over. They showed me how low they were willing to go to avoid the V word and I like my bed too much.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15897700063744746464noreply@blogger.com