tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85805434585064980562024-03-13T10:07:48.967-07:00Dagan's DogmaDagan started his life out as a guide dog in training. At the age of 16 months, he was released from his training program due to luxating patellas. He's now just a dog, living and loving the people who raised him.Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-61666915596892690462011-12-25T16:44:00.001-08:002011-12-25T16:44:15.651-08:00Stationery card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AaM2LlszcuWHj&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/8AaM2Llszcua/8AaM2LlszcuacW/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1324860235000/0/" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Happy New Memories New Year's Card</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Create <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards" style="color: #6666cc;">modern holiday cards</a> with your photos at Shutterfly.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-62245126804191476462011-12-18T21:05:00.001-08:002011-12-18T21:05:23.131-08:00Rocked it!!I know! I've been MIA lately! Sooo much to do this time of year, ya know! Now that it is cool outside (or cold - whatever) I'm back to going to work with Dad most days. Lovin it! <br /><br />BUT, I have also been practicing for my <a target="_blank" href="http://nacsw.net/ortinformation/ortrules.html">ORT</a> which was yesterday. My last practice run at class was ok, but not fantabulous. In previous classes, I have done great, but my "find" looks different with the funny white boxes, so sometimes Mom has a hard time reading my alert. I'm a rock star, but sometimes Mom messes up reading me. <br /><br />Sooooo... What happened at the test?? I ROCKED IT!!! 14.4 second find. Not my all time best time of 6.7 seconds, but rockin! <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5687701157199694242'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlmJJURiDDZYmZnR0QuxXPbEj_gTPZVsIOndr5ONmFpQN2Dl1Cr7q5RDgjWvEiGVAUjXt7HHicwjU46zQ2XpfXaBhNpaPK0tpQWX-lbIyEjQYMhyphenhyphenCOBTLFqosQinTiYMmN47CnBLKVWTv8/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Dagan in his search harness, waiting for his turn)<br /><br />Now, on to competitions!! Yippy!<br /><br />Wags,<br />Dagan<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-90852610476347498922011-10-29T07:38:00.001-07:002011-10-29T07:38:11.440-07:00Sleep in!Dear Mom,<br />I said I wanted to sleep in today. Your alarm went off and upset me. This is how I solve that problem.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5668923424887508066'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILXL5MfoG8EHU8tBelTjsvFuZHrnXylv6OlsFqfhCwANAoCGJnF94rZ9F6MsUU8W4hqTdJOtN3c9Dj5xR7tXW7H2dHZi90eGi0AXuIm1IaL12FbzfN0OOEXTUQ4UW9jPLaUYgs8rnf2WV/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I told you SLEEP IN! I will lay on your head until you comply. You will thank me for this later. Really.<br /><br />Love,<br />Dagan<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-16715886735038402262011-10-15T08:00:00.001-07:002011-10-15T08:00:56.470-07:00Who has a problem?Ok, I super grumpy right now! Yesterday, the fam left me home while they were at work. Ok. I can deal. They do that every day. But, then they come home from work, let me entertain <a target="_blank" href="www.pup4gdb.blogspot.com">The Squirt</a> for a while. Then - now this is when I get super irked - they packed The Squirt up and all left me! The audacity! And after a Thursday with no nose work out! Seriously?!? What are these people thinking. <br /><br />So, I went to our room to sulk. But then, I felt like playing a game. So I pulled out the dominos. When I had no takers for that, I decided to try Skipbo. I still had no takers! Doesn't anyone know how fun I am?!? <br /><br />That made me sad, so I got the Kleenex out. Cause that's what you do when you are sad, right?? <br /><br />But, after all that sad, the peeps got mad at ME when they got home! After THEY had the audacity to abandon me for hours and hours and hours. <br /><br />What's the issue? I don't see any problems. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5663734092679520690'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeH7vH8IDiESoVTfkJtDa6CzokGQHC87hSE5ZKQKVVsTNCPVlXWDqQcaCFzZPM-xrTqBrFY6Gfqdwre2cnc4EshaInmZKM-ygxkJ6EJsFJrOEHKWKdVdrcUb9tqNtNk5Q6YCIwPG-cuWZQ/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It's just the games I wanted to play and my kleenex discards. Oh - and the redvines that I used to make myself feel better. (it's not like they helped much! There was only ONE left! Rude!!) <br /><br />Anyone see a problem here? I think these people are crazy.<br /><br />Wags,<br />Dagan <br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-52226535918937276782011-10-07T22:06:00.001-07:002011-10-07T22:06:37.718-07:00How to Treat Puppy SittersWhen your parents go away and ditch you, make sure to show your sitters how grateful you are that they let you stay. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5660983315139455058'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbUo9ihBzzEifRKyx1W7Dn95oeG_x_vWNbIEsyiu1r3vJiW1T1YmIObzNtB91SEJOETGZT28uzuJbTqybUDMHfKaxeMrawymxAR_3qDcKC4uf6JIReJKIFYz2Tb3ykgSmCY03p39ob1Yh/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Share your toys (after removing the cookie from inside, of course) and let them pick the movie.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5660983332826864674'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrk452DgrKBbhMexplMHDO4DX33ykmbVn0HGEE-LHJdNplCHhnYBMIyMhUU8kj_DH9NLhjNPcEfOIdaPP1vmXAhQ_RSgrKDbM_X6mBG7QccXj2NhGK8fS4bPgpIyqFSQiRsrm5JxngHaXg/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Then, be a super comfy blanket to keep them warm. <br /><br />That's the way to do it! <br /><br />Wags,<br />Dagan<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-77107029192242679052011-10-05T10:16:00.001-07:002011-10-05T10:18:37.297-07:00Best day!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5660058117694072626'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRrIhiwCssGqfTehUFsbirI67vizaKWI0w3TKa7nz-CahKkFDwVub7pwFAVm_eoCAfyNkuXvOrKe9SGhzAOvSz5j7rwOZnBZ9R15pdJmGR8uJ-CQ9dNl_3j2BpTe-wQPHyqmIrrrwioQyZ/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='158' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Cool weather = back to work with Dad and no more sitting at home contemplating <a target="_blank" href="http://www.pup4gdb.blogspot.com">The Brat</a><br /><br />That's a good day!<br />Wagwagwagwag,<br />Dagan<br /><br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-56658516029242910622011-10-03T10:42:00.001-07:002011-10-03T10:42:10.154-07:00Ugh!How's a dog supposed to sleep with this yahoo around? <a target="_blank" href="http://www.pup4gdb.blogspot.com">Scooter</a> please sleep quietly! You (and all the laughing) is keeping me awake!<br /><br />The sleepy,<br />Dagan<br /><br /><br /><br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-90249091783536027422011-09-28T21:23:00.000-07:002011-09-28T21:57:44.491-07:00It's My Birf-Day!Happy Birfday to me! Happy Birfday to me! Happy Birfday to mmmmmmeeeeeee! Happy Birfday to me! Today, September 28, is all about ME! What a great day! Well, at least after the people worked, it was a great day!<br /><br />I had Mom email my friends and invite them to the dog park. SO fun! Even though it was super duper hot, we all had a great time!<br /><br />First, we had to hear about the game plan!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAY_jKbrdwy2Vf30-gEtzKGgEjoeCBh6L-sFFHVVfZUkws8uZUVrB60kcrfwUmcC_zvesEq_gYnmMh07jO674VoJ5QjWWyOLOT6WX959eF8YvdWffYg6CwkW5Ifmb6-cL8l2nR-ZXr6jS/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAY_jKbrdwy2Vf30-gEtzKGgEjoeCBh6L-sFFHVVfZUkws8uZUVrB60kcrfwUmcC_zvesEq_gYnmMh07jO674VoJ5QjWWyOLOT6WX959eF8YvdWffYg6CwkW5Ifmb6-cL8l2nR-ZXr6jS/s400/IMG_2195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634381584697714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(a group of dogs, including golden Montego, yellow lab Gertie and Dagan, with several others all looking up at something)</span><br /></div><br />Then, I waited and waited and waited for someone to throw the stinkin' ball!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWFcxLFSGT7PiG91C3IKPUHluwI6PZ3aTeLuBFd2cey6HiZ8CsrhBDmUp1IRekPAf3fALJekmgTQfdHiT_Xz9OI9fodIl1kGFqDIag72dyHKJgIi9K_v3_eI_vReczn6CTQrdlU1fK6rW/s1600/IMG_2203.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWFcxLFSGT7PiG91C3IKPUHluwI6PZ3aTeLuBFd2cey6HiZ8CsrhBDmUp1IRekPAf3fALJekmgTQfdHiT_Xz9OI9fodIl1kGFqDIag72dyHKJgIi9K_v3_eI_vReczn6CTQrdlU1fK6rW/s400/IMG_2203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657636808772770738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(Dagan, tongue out, watching the ball thrower)</span><br /></div><br />FINALLY! We are off! Look at that star out front! Great form! All other dogs eat my dust!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioe42CcMJekr-XU0y5jCNl-pI0RzWh6zwpDqUA21VI0NrT2s6OhTSXQAtEB5A5NdxsHVQN5YhrhHv1aIkQ-1o3gleRzl86XOHR592JYx8IIlqXqwzbygim_au0OPpjC9-tKTzlIPC4t-La/s1600/IMG_2199.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioe42CcMJekr-XU0y5jCNl-pI0RzWh6zwpDqUA21VI0NrT2s6OhTSXQAtEB5A5NdxsHVQN5YhrhHv1aIkQ-1o3gleRzl86XOHR592JYx8IIlqXqwzbygim_au0OPpjC9-tKTzlIPC4t-La/s400/IMG_2199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634385033969762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(Dagan being trailed by 3 dogs after the ball. Dagan is mid-leap, full stretch)</span><br /></div><br />Beau and Wally weren't interested in all us ball chasers! Pugs! Yeesh!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbGgXga0RlxketVhO_IiyzCNCeeil_wk7Hz4fVoKPAefwQSKb_zNdKw6XT2mzZCGCm3UWvoE_iqZDyxhyiv2o8URjrvA7NRqMlzihMzOAgbPoTYahFgh2dCbi45NvawAR_2pxPJ-sPbUL/s1600/IMG_2202.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbGgXga0RlxketVhO_IiyzCNCeeil_wk7Hz4fVoKPAefwQSKb_zNdKw6XT2mzZCGCm3UWvoE_iqZDyxhyiv2o8URjrvA7NRqMlzihMzOAgbPoTYahFgh2dCbi45NvawAR_2pxPJ-sPbUL/s400/IMG_2202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634388214141858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(Pug Beau in the back ground and Pug Wally up from, tongue hanging out several inches)<br /></span></div><br />We ended the day with a little pal-ing around. I don't know this guy's name, but he is super beefy and totally fun!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU52Lh9XOVNulmVBzJnS9f_jS5DRK6LS34Cg2ZN2HDqwQzIB4VpIssV_EUo8-QREdG2lIcwcx2AD-RdWNJdbIMS6edTHmHFCD7hHNIve189ejDGKi0nawYRjtfi2BnVQBzkU8B83-CbOik/s1600/IMG_2197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU52Lh9XOVNulmVBzJnS9f_jS5DRK6LS34Cg2ZN2HDqwQzIB4VpIssV_EUo8-QREdG2lIcwcx2AD-RdWNJdbIMS6edTHmHFCD7hHNIve189ejDGKi0nawYRjtfi2BnVQBzkU8B83-CbOik/s400/IMG_2197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634384259417682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(Dagan follows a brindle pitty mix around the park)<br /></span></div><br />All that park-ness certainly puts a big fat smile on my 2 year old face! (And just a bit of drool!)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rEGbqyfweFyEJWLZrhyMIQGR2JS9eVhnNKC1n0NEcy9rtjQrSYgMYujlld-hSeAMcEgxPKRuY72_edCf3UcmBy1fama01QBlFwAXPhSC2PfOcPUy2v7IVK0thFwiGJ2iDDJs1w8oSyyC/s1600/IMG_2205.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rEGbqyfweFyEJWLZrhyMIQGR2JS9eVhnNKC1n0NEcy9rtjQrSYgMYujlld-hSeAMcEgxPKRuY72_edCf3UcmBy1fama01QBlFwAXPhSC2PfOcPUy2v7IVK0thFwiGJ2iDDJs1w8oSyyC/s400/IMG_2205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657636803009267554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(Dagan, smiling and looking up at the camera, tongue hanging out, along with a little drool)</span><br /></div><br />Here's to another year!<br />Wags,<br />DaganCassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-69796704091564908622011-09-23T21:22:00.000-07:002011-09-23T21:25:50.076-07:00Why me???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuQm0iCtPpDjftyPiC9YmytWunKylrSENIETHKC19zeNf6XMg0d9AVrQ6q9XrEaVAk5QMdPXN6wslwjmjDWs5dNUL_FH2FFT2vD5cXRtrofLAqPpVKtskPeQOFH0-1ROgdXbbqnGDUQu2/s1600/IMG_2173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuQm0iCtPpDjftyPiC9YmytWunKylrSENIETHKC19zeNf6XMg0d9AVrQ6q9XrEaVAk5QMdPXN6wslwjmjDWs5dNUL_FH2FFT2vD5cXRtrofLAqPpVKtskPeQOFH0-1ROgdXbbqnGDUQu2/s400/IMG_2173.JPG" alt="3 month old Scooter sitting next to Dagan" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655777075303074098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I did NOT sign up for this!! Who invited <a href="http://www.pup4gdb.blogspot.com">this guy</a>??<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Calgon! Take me away!<br />Dagan<br /></div></div>Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-42102575189188111252011-09-21T22:57:00.001-07:002011-09-21T22:57:24.130-07:00MmmmmWhen you have sore feet so you can go out and run around (I cut my pads!) if you look super sad, maybe you will get something super yummy too! Who knew that this existed?!?! SO good! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5655058984952700162'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbSPDI7fsaR-yneryS0zhh1Mo-20ntlCSOFXWMeIdIC0hpRFr5n99hp7ejly1CrLozaCrBdik7jnFFlOIuhy908rFq_BmQlFFJYYjP0Xw6KfJkz96n8e8jlRl61JHssl-i56iEbTwqiJk/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Dagan with his nose in a peanut butter jar - licking out the ends)<br /><br />Mmmmm... Peanut butter! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5655059048605300770'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn332JkPy0dEhyphenhyphenZ0Aoe3_8gQYhFe8IcIGLKYO7TfACjxShsl0embJzToSXj013D6ueC8SUR6xpmtWMqsTMAncvdbxvINhGZUC9xpMVk-mrjg-vo_bC6g_R9lwaExTNguQ6WfXMX8oqASso/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Dagan looking into the camer with peanut butter and drool spread across his face)<br /><br />What Mom?? Why are you laughing at me? Not nice! I will just go back to my jar. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5655059065063450370'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8G2nibLrP-C8rF6x-ZJ8OcEcJ_Swpm-VozMXxuAj8tJyCdB0RjrcePF_sxYeZasePaJZrLuAMgOgb5BwxDR8zX3cuvL377Ib0S-Mbx0VmkvcmWCybsJe_4sInxhxHyL_HHB75GcYvZZT/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Dagan holding the jar with his foot and his tongue as far in as it will go)<br /><br />Smack*smack*lick*slobber,<br />Dagan<br /><br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-70853658698449105022011-09-15T06:51:00.001-07:002011-09-15T06:51:32.341-07:00Please?Can you hit the snooze button?! Just 5 more minutes, please! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5652583649499173714'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVfHWxpySgcJUZCaJqO-Fz3NWHzM1CNkB90_s98oWaoFrWSsaXe6IfP2diNkLj9XzE06q7xKaYx_yO0MonTbmH27Z9dOjkHTe9ZvKNfY9S_BPkh8BhPkjGpdLZ4YCgpOO5JxSJza95tt2/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Wagzzzzz,<br />Dagan<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-53327772304641481232011-09-14T14:08:00.001-07:002011-09-14T14:08:00.816-07:00Wordless Wednesday<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5652325040116320978'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1X2yr-gYoQ08rZCoLw-9YCwOq4dzC-g4iFpyStj-DkuBpLi_Ys0Z7wj2ABIOI3FBNjCCKoeLdJ4JY2atp6k3ZOHROWhLYu470PXVeTNbuyyojYAYXFF39cx29nCOAWqnZo9qFWilmHgwC/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Foley and Dagan lying in the sunny spot)<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-87661771001485472842011-09-09T23:07:00.001-07:002011-09-09T23:07:59.540-07:00Beware of Day Care!Doggy Day Care leads to this face:<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5650608769624700754'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjq_Hwd9Yibdvpfa-BvHdNoHpRWd5L_6SdR6YtCJn3Vf8jFiCunoAxe1-OTl4NwPe-yg03MIe9rOmuGb34LepPFALCAVCANslcYBRIgdMQyZBZn8tkdeGMlTtSZYzQ6OlQU1sDjp_A3Hmk/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Beware of doggy day care hang over!<br /><br />Woof,<br />Dagan<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-14477735252009719472011-09-01T06:55:00.001-07:002011-09-01T06:55:15.578-07:00Back to Class!I am super excited to be starting Nosework III today!! My sniffer just about turned rusty without class the last couple weeks! I get to wear my new duds this round too. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5647389420822524434'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhrXtQQ7idTsW2alFp8V4gh2DN1Ega-3RGNRxGx_dDGnTAThT2MCKMeNHWi3KPjFI005WCn-GJArzYeo1bJyXR6EBRPMNVGj-pRCwpNYKaiGz8W-iNmztaHgQvcPNbPCSdtEer87lE53-p/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Dagan sitting on the porch with his royal blue mesh harness on)<br /><br />These are my working clothes! All I do in this is work. Harness on = nose on! Can't wait! So far, I have learned to search out yummy treats in hidden places, high and low, over and under, behind and hidden. Class II was all about birch. I am rockstar at finding birch! I wonder what's next! I can't wait! <br /><br />Gotta rest up, chew on my new antler and continue to work on freeing my stick treats from my Planet Dog world ball. That is hard work!<br /><br />Great day ahead!<br />Wags,<br />Dagan<br /><br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-55988269804405608972011-08-29T10:22:00.001-07:002011-08-29T10:22:51.491-07:00Drool WorksWhen something smells yummy, let people know with drool. The longer the hanger, the more they will believe you! Sometimes it even works!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5646329660100575330'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubdG279YPiSOzFfQZ67YMph3pbEwWystWd41dfqbnXFOSexYJxUSfJH48vuy_O52vQccG4Z2BuEh0nrt2yqcNgl4cVfc6gwnH7hININ74eF6L0wLXYxQXvELrE6ScjLZsoNLxLafLzAjs/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Dagan with drool hanging from both corners of his mouth. Left is an inch or so, right's hanger is at least 6 inches long)<br /><br />Wags,<br />Dagan<br /><br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-51075479186463612202011-08-27T14:57:00.001-07:002011-08-27T14:57:45.686-07:00Good PillowsMom Legs make good pillows. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/113435071076386570106/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOInv6dhaGDuQE#5645658333641579906'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43bV43d3ImLKfOKL_0zZD2g2vB8ImlCZqQAkPw_m_EFaulo3Vi4K0vB7h0Fg5yCE7z0I0mFpBR2XtaXliMdDDsQgXpi4K4RYogt8kjFlM6QMd6PkRdQGKyUEe4cahJwtRb6fGznk8FZIm/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Wags,<br />Dagan<br />Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-8278123709030900172011-07-17T22:41:00.001-07:002011-07-17T22:41:37.204-07:00Dear Mom...<img width='640' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NVesNGLsyV4/TiPHjrUVmjI/AAAAAAAABlg/4VojucNrlgw/img.jpg'><br>I don't know why your pillow is all wet. I can't imagine that I had anything to do with it. All I did was take a quick after breakfast snooze while you were in the shower. Maybe the shower has a leak that spurts right onto your pillow. Beats me. Now, can I go back to sleep??<br /><br />Love, <br />Dagan Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-48500470845718279262011-06-22T17:51:00.001-07:002011-06-22T17:51:20.067-07:00Mostly wordless Wednesday<img width='640' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLCrGAnUITPQ6TdK0HGAhcrg5g6o4NVo1gkfJRzyQx7CEtt1Nf4NLASDYULLKw2ddLreCReEfgZ6eaFXUvUFaLQJfZYruIksubFU_VykgKqOfMMPNSGSPCD8WGPH2TUqsD5vflFbNlff_/'><br>Shhh! Sleeping! Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-38153182548117909382011-06-15T06:53:00.000-07:002011-06-15T07:04:59.858-07:00How to keep a good Mom down<span><span></span></span><br />1) Wait for Dad to leave way early in the morning.<br />2) Take his bed spot when he gets up.<br />3) Get comfy and wait<br />4) Start snuggling when Mom's alarm goes off, while she grabs the cell phone alarm and hits snooze, leaving it on her pillow<br />5) Slyly act like you want to cuddle with her other side, step over her carefully (to avoid her kicking you out of bed all together)<br />6) Perform a super cute summersault to assume the position of get-in-her-skin cuddling<br />7) Slyly be sure you have positioned yourself so that your furry bottom covers the phone/alarm<br />8) Act like you hear nothing when the alarm goes off and keep on snuggling.<br /><br />One word of warning: make sure said phone/alarm is not set to vibrate to avoid the sudden shock, causing the 75 pound catapult. This does not do well for continued snuggling bs produces many unkind snickers from both good moms and cats.<br /><br />This morning didn't turn out quite as I had planned. Wish me luck for tomorrow.<br /><br />Wags,<br />DaganCassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-42477242570040662762011-06-05T20:09:00.000-07:002011-06-05T20:48:15.261-07:00When My Tummy Hurts...I think about the stuff I LOVE to do. Running in the yard with my <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.guidedogsfoley.blogspot.com">Foley</a> is one of those things.<br />http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bu98Z3Nt8dQ?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bu98Z3Nt8dQ?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed>"></a><br />Video: Dagan running huge circles through the yard. Zooming back and forth, past a pole in the middle of the yard. Foley is pouncing off to the the non-pole side of the yard.<br /><br />Foley normally runs with me, but the other day, he zagged when he shoulda zigged and wrapped himself around the pole. So, now he just romps at me as I zoom past him. Wimp!<br /><br />But, not today! *Someone* stole a whole box of dental chews and *someone* chose to empty the cookie box, eating them in front of the window to see if people were coming back home. But, no one did! It was quite fun. But, now my tummy is mad at me. So, no yard running today. Ugh. Hopefully, my tummy will be less mad tomorrow.<br /><br />Wags,<br />DaganCassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-83005650055348972792011-05-29T18:36:00.000-07:002011-05-30T15:45:09.355-07:00Oh the things they make me do...Soooooo.... I get career changed and essentially fall off the face of the blogging world, right? You would think that I would have all sorts of new and exciting things to write about. But, alas, life has become rather routine.<br /><br />I go to work with dad or stay home alone. I go to my scenting class (but am WIPED out after and always forget to write!). Sometimes, I go to doggy day care or the dog park. Love my people, but not much to write home about - err, blog about!<br /><br />On Saturday, we went to Uncle No Rule's house for a visit. Sunday was his Birthday (he turned OLD!) but we had other things to do on Sunday. So... we went to lunch and had a visit. Then, we came back and it was time to play in the yard. Let me tell you how these people play...<br /><br />They PLAY, and *I* do all the work! Umm... fair?? Seriously? We played wiffle ball. Uncle No Rules spent his time at bat. Dad spent his time on the pitcher's mound. Me?? What did *I* do?? I played catcher AND fielder! Ummm... ok lazy people! Here is what the game looked like:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A93ztjLRER8?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" com="" img="" gifvalue="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A93ztjLRER8?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" height="344">"></a><br /><br />Yeah - that's ME running after the ball where ever it goes! As you know, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. I must say I am really bummed that that someone was ME! Seriously? I do ALL the work AND get hurt?? Ugh!<br /><br />Let's just say this - catching a wiffle ball that has just been hit with your mouth is NOT a good idea! And, I will say this too: Tongues bleed. A lot!<br /><br />Luckily, they heal fast too. It is all good now :)<br /><br />Wags,<br />DaganCassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-38145076471834616132011-04-09T21:29:00.000-07:002011-04-10T08:35:18.248-07:00Ups and Downs of ScentingWhat a day!! First, Mom forgot to feed me breakfast! Can you believe that?!?!? I was shocked! Then, they left <a href="http://www.guidedogsfoley.blogspot.com">Foley</a> and I at home. I did get one cookie stuffed toy, but that is NOT enough!<br /><br />BIG Downs!<br /><br />Then, 5 hours later, they came home tired and dirty. Mom got cleaned up and she and I left the house. <br /><br />Up!! <br /><br />We got to the Marin Humane Society and she shoved me in a crate that was too small for me (a boy needs his space!)<br /><br />Down!<br /><br />Then I got out! <a href="http://www.oursforayear.blogspot.com">Cabana's</a> Mom was there! I'm pretty sure Cabana was there too, but I didn't get to play with her. <br /><br />Down!<br /><br />Leash on and the lady in charge started playing with me. Shoving a treat pouch of yumminess on my nose, then she scampered off.<br /><br />Up!<br /><br />Then, Mom walked me out. We walked up and down the isle. I could smell where the yumminess was. Totally brought back all those puppy meetings when I could NOT take something yummy when it was RIGHT THERE! I got worried.<br /><br />Down. <br /><br />The silly lady called me to where the box with the yumminess was and offered it to me from her hand.<br /><br />Up!!!<br /><br />I still thought I was being set up and had trouble letting go of my rules.<br /><br />Down. <br /><br />I got to do the whole thing over. I still kept checking in with Mom, hoping she would tell me what do to. Silly lady said that was cause I remember all my Guide Dog puppy stuff. This time, I did find the box of yummies and ate them, mostly on my own.<br /><br />Up!<br /><br />I got to have 2 more turns at these scenting runs. <br /><br />Up!<br /><br />By my last turn (5th and 6th runs)I was as much of a rock star as Cabana! (I did much much better without a leash. It was like I wasn't trying to figure out what Mom expected out of me any more)<br /><br />Up!<br /><br />On run 5, I was super fast in finding the Salami!<br /><br />Up!!<br /><br />On run 6, I could tell the silly lady had the bag of salami in her hand, so I kept going to visit her (that was the game, right?? Find the salami!) But, even though I was SUPER excited to see her, she wouldn't give me any salami!<br /><br />Down.<br /><br />But, around 34 seconds in to my run, I caught the scent on the draft of air. I follow it out and come back around to put my nose in the right box. Yeah me!<br /><br />Up!!!<br /><br />Now I'm sleepy. Watch these videos of my last two run while I sleep.<br /><br />Wags, <br />Dagan<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxRKZiU8fi6YSy9o_yKU33GJ8UdjDaSk8QzUVMu1R2jEWfhN0nRnf_nrrrc09Jdbj7CNWaP8JA79mRZATd5NQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />(Video: Run 5. Dagan runs down the line, greets the instructor, turns back to the line of boxes, sniffs the closest box, skips sniffing a chair, then takes one step past the actual scent box on a chair, skids to a halt and dives into the scent loaded box.)<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LlbZN6Dy59U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br />(Video: Run 6. Dagan runs our, right to the instructor, who holds the salami bag up over her head. Dag turns back to the line of chairs and boxes, catches a wiff about 7 seconds in, follows the draft of air leading back to the instructor. Tries the instructor again. Swings by the chair the previous scent box was on and circles back to the instructor. Turns away from her, sniffs the lower box "catching" catching the scent pool and follows the air draft catching the scent for about 3 steps before he circles back to the actual scent box)Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-40550032828018266822011-04-07T14:08:00.001-07:002011-04-07T14:08:29.369-07:00Some People Are Mean!<p><object Width='425' height='355'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/NvTlTnH0lzk&rel=1'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/NvTlTnH0lzk&rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'></embed></object></p>Can someone please tell my dad to stop teasing me?? He gets me with that fake throw EVERY time! Ugh! <br/> <br/> And sorry my video is sideways! <br/> (Video: offscreen, John fake throws the chuck-it squirrell and Dagan takes off running. He stops and looks back. Then it is actually thrown and Dag pounces on it) <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div>Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-30709852736969371802011-03-06T19:20:00.000-08:002011-03-06T20:06:45.572-08:00A Letter of Apology...To Whom It May Concern,<br />I am deeply sorry that my friend Katra and I have been at it <a href="http://dagansdogma.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cannot-tell-lie.html">again</a>. It seems that, when we are left alone together, we bounce ideas off one another until we come up with the best idea yet. I understand that you may disagree with my thinking on this. But, we have done playing. We have romped. We have tugged. We have spun in circles. But, as we grow up, we have felt like we need to expand our horizons. We've been chatting about it for a while. Raiding the crock was fun. Sorting the trash was even more fun. But, today was the best idea we have had yet.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUV84DKxN8m4C0EoMcHNiUOv-eq4FoIrZoZt06eNFjml2hKMD7_6wX5BQr5vHduWSPpFDt9goshJBxpukh6JdnYdN_pjrQ7zCrcISGz5mlZ2WztqfXOo4NwveiZlggb4bzdACOWn8ZWM-/s1600/2011-03-06_13-34-07_27.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUV84DKxN8m4C0EoMcHNiUOv-eq4FoIrZoZt06eNFjml2hKMD7_6wX5BQr5vHduWSPpFDt9goshJBxpukh6JdnYdN_pjrQ7zCrcISGz5mlZ2WztqfXOo4NwveiZlggb4bzdACOWn8ZWM-/s400/2011-03-06_13-34-07_27.jpg" alt="Dagan standing behind Katra, who is sitting, both of their noses are caked with dried flour-glue, and their bodies are sprinkled with flour spots" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581175012167136002" border="0" /></a> 10 pounds of flour makes a LOT of fun! First, we painted the pantry floor with it, then into the spare room and into the kitchen. Hey, we were nice enough to leave paw prints where ever we went so it was easy to see where cleaning was needed. Then there was the long jump competition - jumping across the bathroom floor (not leaving a single sprinkle of flour) onto the brown bath mat. Flour paw prints made it easy to see that I had won! Did you know that dog drool helps flour turn to glue?!?! Oh yeah, of course you do. You had to do the clean up. Sorry about that! But just think, now your carpet is vacuumed and almost all the hardwood in the house has been swept, scrubbed and steamed to a shiny clean. That wouldn't have happened today without our help, right??<br /><br />I must admit, the whole thing was pretty tiring. (Especially that part when Katra and I got locked outside while the cleaning started). It took a lot of stamina to spread the flour all the way to the front door. Our paws are really quite small in comparison to the amount of floor we covered. It was good to be able to take a rest once all our handy work was taken care of.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvR3k2dh32bF8NYmT0Tc_4J2f1nmuaQJX1kSZ5_qJSQZ80l8L7Rw_wChGqG4cqDfpMF9aEKhPi1t8x_gMO0hUTF6Y1pRd5LrcwoM-Az_l7EO9ufvZcCh12rrLbGLgooIEU2youtihNcaV/s1600/2011-03-06_16-22-12_382.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvR3k2dh32bF8NYmT0Tc_4J2f1nmuaQJX1kSZ5_qJSQZ80l8L7Rw_wChGqG4cqDfpMF9aEKhPi1t8x_gMO0hUTF6Y1pRd5LrcwoM-Az_l7EO9ufvZcCh12rrLbGLgooIEU2youtihNcaV/s400/2011-03-06_16-22-12_382.jpg" alt="Dagan zonked out on the throw rug with a stuffed broccoli under his tail" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581175017783948978" border="0" /></a><br />So, I am sorry that we got bored with the same old, same old and came up with a new way to have some fun. We will attempt to find an activity that requires less cleaning on your part next time. We promise.<br /><br />Wags,<br />Dagan<br /><br />PS That flour sits like a rock in the gut and makes it tough to get up and heft yourself out of the car. Thought you should know that, just in case you get a hankering to consume large quantities of flour.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBCdNOo89uN90O6IN_W9IBqr0VAlAAkfMUAQIWv-1SgsHe_HM-6IDES0fAOFIhjZ-9Uoxc-fSQS6gf-fT5ZJwa8nP6_ilIwic5cJxAk5Fag1JQRP4h33DYXXa0bT5UWSFA9AQRoVNpF7X/s1600/2011-03-06_18-04-44_675.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBCdNOo89uN90O6IN_W9IBqr0VAlAAkfMUAQIWv-1SgsHe_HM-6IDES0fAOFIhjZ-9Uoxc-fSQS6gf-fT5ZJwa8nP6_ilIwic5cJxAk5Fag1JQRP4h33DYXXa0bT5UWSFA9AQRoVNpF7X/s400/2011-03-06_18-04-44_675.jpg" alt="Dagan lying down in the back of the SUV, with Foley sitting behind him ready to get out. Dagan is down and refusing to get up" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581175022463823442" border="0" /></a>Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580543458506498056.post-14640872417438758022011-03-02T22:59:00.001-08:002011-03-02T22:59:46.339-08:00I cannot tell a lie...<p><a Href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Ub9hHHsH-ek/TW88X-MvVaI/AAAAAAAABcA/kivgnyPsrqY/2011-03-02_21-23-54_318.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Ub9hHHsH-ek/TW88X-MvVaI/AAAAAAAABcA/kivgnyPsrqY/s400/2011-03-02_21-23-54_318.jpg' /></a></p>The cat did it. We promise. <br/> <br/> (Picture, Dagan and yellow lab Katra lying down with a giant pile of rubbish. Shredded paper, zip locks, napkins, and and and) <br/> <br/> Wags, <br/> Dagan <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div>Cassie & The Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06512978333088603794noreply@blogger.com2