tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347106962011-04-21T11:00:54.305-07:00Duncanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12200960089226539967noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34710696.post-1158716261509240502006-09-19T18:27:00.000-07:002006-09-19T18:37:41.516-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1587/3830/1600/b4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1587/3830/320/b4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Blossom.<br /> I was looking through the pictures my human took in Maine last month. I found one I thought I would share with you. This is my good friend, Blossom. Isn't she beautiful? She is very pampered and comfortable in her live too. Blossom lives full time in Eastport. Her human, Elizabeth, is an artist there. Usually when I go to visit. I find Blossom on guard duty while her Mom is in the studio hard at work. Blossom is a lady dog. You humans would call her a bitch and that is so rude. Why do you do it? <br /> Blossom's Mom, Elizabeth, has a wonderful garden with her sculptures displayed in it. They are beautiful, but I really dig the smells. The garden is the showroom for the art and people come to look from all over and there is such a confusion of scents I could spred all day there in olfactory heaven. But I am not allow to "mark" in Elizabeth's garden. And, I never would. After all, what kind of a well-bred Dalmation would ever dare to piss on art.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34710696-115871626150924050?l=eastmaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duncanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12200960089226539967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34710696.post-1158712024672475082006-09-19T17:17:00.000-07:002006-09-19T17:27:04.673-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1587/3830/1600/Duncan%203%20%203.03.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1587/3830/320/Duncan%203%20%203.03.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>An ornament of the gentry.<br /> That's what my Daddies, Thom & David, call me. In reality, I am a nine year old Dalmatian living the lush live of luxury in Southern Florida with annual road trips to holiday at my house in Maine. <br /> I am properly pampered which suits my status. However, I do feel I am cheated out of some of my quality time by this thing they call the computer. When my Daddies start thumping those keys, it is like I am not even in residence. So, I have decided to start my own blog and claim my own computer time. Eventually I may have my humans buy me my own laptop.<br /> I am very happy with my life. I have satisfactorily trained two humans to my exact specifications in less time than it would take the adverage mutt to housebreak only one.<br /> So - if you are interested in my ramblings and stories of my life since prison (yes, I said "prison", but that's another story), check back frequently and see what going on. If you are lucky, I may even tell you about the time I got skunked.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34710696-115871202467247508?l=eastmaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duncanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12200960089226539967noreply@blogger.com2