tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82223601594494589722024-03-13T08:36:15.798-07:00Adventures of Freckles & Deb, Bunny BloggersDeb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.comBlogger492125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-1382667919329630852011-04-18T17:28:00.000-07:002011-04-18T17:28:17.384-07:00The Final Adventure<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXlU2t_Eva7yyRTidGaZ9KlmFy7jYzF0tZKVn5tCduCftNDCLvUTD1D3fMeTo5_FYx7gqfm0h2zL3kWxnP4JNindfJ5SQy24tfQuIeOjwQwsozLKiqHokPnaIUuFMlDPT3-tNOZKlJqMx/s1600/questioning2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXlU2t_Eva7yyRTidGaZ9KlmFy7jYzF0tZKVn5tCduCftNDCLvUTD1D3fMeTo5_FYx7gqfm0h2zL3kWxnP4JNindfJ5SQy24tfQuIeOjwQwsozLKiqHokPnaIUuFMlDPT3-tNOZKlJqMx/s400/questioning2.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Freckles</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">July 25, 2004 - April 13, 2011</span></strong></div><br />
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Freckles: <em>Deb, will you tell me the story?</em> <br />
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Deb: Of course, I will, my lovely little Freckles. Climb up into my lap. Are you sure you want to hear it?<br />
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Freckles: <em>Yes. I think it’s time. This is nice - just the two of us and the story.</em><br />
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Deb: You’re right. It is nice. Where should I start?<br />
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Freckles: <em>Tell about the bridge first.</em><br />
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Deb: Well, there’s this beautiful bridge that holds up a rainbow. The story about the bridge is based on a Norse Legend. Here’s how it goes:<br />
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<strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_Bridge_(pets)">Rainbow Bridge.</a> There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent. Her eager body quivers. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her faster and faster.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">Author unknown...</span></em></strong><br />
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Freckles: <em>I think that’s a very good story. </em><br />
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Deb: It is a good story, isn't it?<br />
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Freckles: <em>Now tell a story about me.</em><br />
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Deb: I love to tell stories about you. There once was a wonderfully brave bunny.<br />
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Freckles: <em>You think I’m brave?</em><br />
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Deb: Yes, I do. This brave little bunny <a href="http://frecklesanddeb.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-it-all-beganlost.html">explored new worlds</a>, <a href="http://frecklesanddeb.blogspot.com/2008/01/tornado.html">stared down a tornado</a>, <a href="http://frecklesanddeb.blogspot.com/2009/11/retreat-part-3-in-which-freckles-meets.html">confronted a bear</a>, and <a href="http://frecklesanddeb.blogspot.com/2008/03/thumping-and-bumping.html">fought off robbers</a>. She was a strong bunny who always saved the day.<br />
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Freckles: <em>Wow! I am brave! </em><br />
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Deb: The bravest.<br />
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Freckles: Uh, <em>Deb, sorry about the carpet.</em> <br />
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Deb: That’s okay, Freckles. Bunnies gotta chew. What are a few little holes in the carpet between friends?<br />
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Freckles: <em>I think it’s time now. I’m so tired. Is it okay to go to sleep?</em><br />
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Deb: Yes, my dear Freckles. Lay down and sleep. I will stay here with you.<br />
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Freckles: <em>I love you, Deb, and I’ll be waiting for you.</em><br />
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Deb: I love you too. Rest, sweet Freckles. It’s been an amazing adventure.<br />
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Dear Friends, <br />
I am sorry to tell you that my beautiful Freckles passed away at 11:00 a.m on Wednesday, April 13. Her brave little heart needed a rest. It has taken me almost a week to be able to share our last adventure. The Year of Freckles didn’t exactly turn out as we had planned. But I know she’s waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge with all of her bunny buddies who have gone before. <br />
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We want to thank our wonderful friends who have followed our adventures here. We have enjoyed sharing our adventures with you and hope you got a chuckle, widened your eyes in surprise, or at least enjoyed a story or two. Until we meet again…<br />
Love, <br />
Deb<br />
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A special note from <a href="http://frecklesanddeb.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-it-all-begannice-guy-appears.html">Nice Guy</a>: <br />
"Binky Free, Freckles."<br />
Freckles, you will be missed. We will miss your hopping around our feet when we opened a plastic sack or plastic bag in your earshot. We will miss your poking your head around the corner into the kitchen when we opened a drawer. We will miss your nudging your head into our hands to get a head rub when we tied our shoes. We will miss telling you all our problems, and your making them go away by eating.<br />
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Freckles, you helped me through a very rough patch in my life, and for that you will never be forgotten. I love you!!<br />
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Brinky free with your rabbit friends at the Rainbow Bridge.<br />
Love, <br />
Nice Guy<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-5858190371470391502011-02-03T13:48:00.000-08:002011-02-03T20:51:56.002-08:00Happy Year of Freckles!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Happy Year of Freckles!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Yippee, it's time to celebrate me all year long!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Deb: Well, actually, Freckles, it isn't the year of Freckles, it is the Year of the Rabbit. <br />
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Freckles: But I'm the only rabbit around here, so that means it is the year of me.<br />
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Deb: We are supposed to celebrate <em>all</em> rabbits all year long during the Year of the Rabbit. We have a lot of blog buddies out there who are rabbits. We have to celebrate them.<br />
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Freckles: Oh, that's right. Okay, we can celebrate all of the rabbits during my special year. I don't mind.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><strong><u>Happy Year of the Rabbit Everybun!</u></strong></span></div>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-36681215931884026862010-12-17T05:40:00.000-08:002010-12-18T09:39:12.158-08:00Got a Little Hungry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7Aa4M6He4mOQr8PHmDZPb2MJ5n4OrvZJLf2t1LTNDxoA3cWi0UPT89H7_Sg2B2HxZC-cEtXak-adK3_wqrtkk0MKL4ccSZ_5foU972Sp6wxQKGdOJUdVdnP0_vcfm5e7XsOuWtn2JFsd/s1600/Got+a+little+hungry.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7Aa4M6He4mOQr8PHmDZPb2MJ5n4OrvZJLf2t1LTNDxoA3cWi0UPT89H7_Sg2B2HxZC-cEtXak-adK3_wqrtkk0MKL4ccSZ_5foU972Sp6wxQKGdOJUdVdnP0_vcfm5e7XsOuWtn2JFsd/s320/Got+a+little+hungry.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I got a little hungry, but Deb put the plate on the <em>outside</em> of my cave. However, I just yanked it <em>inside</em>. Problem solved.Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-25280569618090303202010-12-14T06:06:00.000-08:002010-12-14T06:06:00.860-08:00Still Hiding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5A_YBizSxbRamme5ue3PEqkuRSxAa3C59Dekt3oGLrdLFJ6IdtxfOC7KSwz9a9XWVMwxyuHA_SrgYGwsSYsKyQyW7H46d_fhxaAyR3GcLbs3jQUfhHfH6k4AljuEvYlBqGSTizJfpQO3B/s1600/Still+Hiding.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5A_YBizSxbRamme5ue3PEqkuRSxAa3C59Dekt3oGLrdLFJ6IdtxfOC7KSwz9a9XWVMwxyuHA_SrgYGwsSYsKyQyW7H46d_fhxaAyR3GcLbs3jQUfhHfH6k4AljuEvYlBqGSTizJfpQO3B/s320/Still+Hiding.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Here I am, still in hiding, peeking out the back door of my cave. I got a little bored but found the perfect piece of paper to rip to pieces. I'm quite proud of how small I was able to chew the shreds.Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-74448486590966811902010-12-11T20:14:00.000-08:002010-12-11T20:14:04.450-08:00Hunkering Down<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdzzk8whT3rgljU0pEFaL6ZRTtjzuhl_gDmD-oq95n13qjnYL9e7-bgTIb3Q5GnAD9rAeIEQ4W6vk9JAO_bXsaCUXRjlRjImu7qVxbkD914j-FlD75lsripjGhHaqz6Lj23LFaqi9rMwy/s1600/Hiding+in+Box.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdzzk8whT3rgljU0pEFaL6ZRTtjzuhl_gDmD-oq95n13qjnYL9e7-bgTIb3Q5GnAD9rAeIEQ4W6vk9JAO_bXsaCUXRjlRjImu7qVxbkD914j-FlD75lsripjGhHaqz6Lj23LFaqi9rMwy/s320/Hiding+in+Box.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">There was a lot of cleaning and decorating going on here today. It's not safe for a bun to be out in the open -- could get stepped on or perhaps cleaned by mistake. I'm staying put and not coming out until the comotion dies down.</div>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-23231779875422222422010-12-04T23:08:00.000-08:002010-12-04T23:08:24.394-08:00A Hamster Christmas<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Our early new year's resolution is to do better with our posting...In the meantime, we loved this video and wanted to share with you these very talented musicians!</span></strong></em><br />
<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Freckles & Deb</span></strong></em><br />
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<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/joj5Q28zrlw?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/joj5Q28zrlw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-48020306770815845302010-10-23T09:34:00.000-07:002010-10-23T09:34:42.343-07:00Inside My Cave<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5VSVh0fCHpG8N_G7wff2jqm_LRqcbK4iBT_bDhvNsyte_bPSkgqMHXygPXo3-m341X4i7W1wD7Gy-btZxw8jt9TVoe3Jnd2bbGoHxoSeV0kGY168UeZ2myp9pQO6IseRkCFhP5S52hem/s1600/July+2010+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5VSVh0fCHpG8N_G7wff2jqm_LRqcbK4iBT_bDhvNsyte_bPSkgqMHXygPXo3-m341X4i7W1wD7Gy-btZxw8jt9TVoe3Jnd2bbGoHxoSeV0kGY168UeZ2myp9pQO6IseRkCFhP5S52hem/s320/July+2010+021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Sometimes I just like to relax in my cave and let the special papers hang down around me like fringe. I have of course appropriately chewed the corners to give them that extra fringy look. Ahhhhh, this is what life is all about!Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-35451346558633624492010-10-04T06:12:00.000-07:002010-10-04T06:12:30.163-07:00Big Guy's Special Hiding Place<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcyUHBKLh4Nkx9lyCYnq62H_ZkN2OZRBvHXOWeQW6kHl9EAfOltshfDNsWgn307qdsd4o-di8HGrTwWUOAYXTAN0U2PqHOKxH2RxT1WeqCa_thPqDD6uFuGeQxqhyyKQK9G4UurIMymBr_/s1600/Big+Guy's+Secret+Spot.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcyUHBKLh4Nkx9lyCYnq62H_ZkN2OZRBvHXOWeQW6kHl9EAfOltshfDNsWgn307qdsd4o-di8HGrTwWUOAYXTAN0U2PqHOKxH2RxT1WeqCa_thPqDD6uFuGeQxqhyyKQK9G4UurIMymBr_/s320/Big+Guy's+Secret+Spot.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I thought I'd share a look at Big Guy's Special Hiding Place. See, I think he thinks that if he puts his special papers on top of my cave, I won't find them. He is wrong.Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-70977998982114256602010-09-26T09:11:00.000-07:002010-09-26T09:38:42.566-07:00Yes This Ad is Delicious<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhEm6ZPnvPvafPazmL7ZNepvjd5mZpSD24WO2hPN7lI7_6DMarV-2giz8EvYdqou8lxO7CaJ9xELA_9ufIW4SW1mlwodYA1VHbN4TKECYsevMCPg6ACGfVFh08z0p9ld6MFBx1OGOcLEaA/s1600/July+2010+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhEm6ZPnvPvafPazmL7ZNepvjd5mZpSD24WO2hPN7lI7_6DMarV-2giz8EvYdqou8lxO7CaJ9xELA_9ufIW4SW1mlwodYA1VHbN4TKECYsevMCPg6ACGfVFh08z0p9ld6MFBx1OGOcLEaA/s320/July+2010+005.JPG" width="292" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Yes this ad is delicious. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes after a hard day of resting and eating, I like to rip a newspaper ad to pieces. I sneak them away from Big Guy's special hiding place when he's not looking, taking care to select just the right page for my mood. Then, it's rip, shred, slice, tear, mince, and destroy. When the pile of debris is considered perfect on the scale of my ultra-high paper strip standards, I plop myself upon it and enjoy the comfort of my labor. Whew! If you haven't tried it, you definitely should.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
Oh -- I almost forgot -- HAPPY INTERNATIONAL RABBIT'S DAY!</div>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-82040331702030715832010-09-18T12:59:00.000-07:002010-09-18T13:02:33.058-07:00The Doctor Said I'm Special<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Nu_BPf_iIqN8gwkArmL1hBsYvogX1MUqoO9ODSwIkc01m-OqlA3MOV0_39EE65s2D1StnARp_aWcZau8Ad9bwtDylC3dfzuL65OMN79LwX0tl-S0d_vKAVtgD-fEHjOuS-apRMPjAtdb/s1600/July+2010+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Nu_BPf_iIqN8gwkArmL1hBsYvogX1MUqoO9ODSwIkc01m-OqlA3MOV0_39EE65s2D1StnARp_aWcZau8Ad9bwtDylC3dfzuL65OMN79LwX0tl-S0d_vKAVtgD-fEHjOuS-apRMPjAtdb/s320/July+2010+003.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: red;">Freckles:</span> <em>This picture was actually taken in July, but since this is what I'm doing as I'm writing this (munching some delightful dandylions), I thought it was an appropriate substitute for the real thing. I'm not letting Deb take pictures of me -- because of the shaved furs and stitches, you see. A gal's got to look her best when posting to the Internet and since they removed some icky fat thing from under my chin, the ugliness they left behind is rather prominent in pictures. You will just have to enjoy some lovely visions from the past until the furs grow back. </em><br />
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<em>My follow up visit</em> <em>to the doctor went well, even if I did have to go to that awful place that smells of so many different animals my senses are still reeling. At first they thought I might have swollen lymph nodes, but instead the doctor thinks the fat around my neck might be doing weird things that most likely aren't harmful. <u>He said I was special</u> so he wasn't surprised that I had special stuff he'd never seen before. However, I did not like him talking about me having any fat. </em><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Deb:</span> I believe all female rabbits have some fat around their necks. The doctor didn't say you were fat. You only weigh 5.5 lbs. He said you looked very good and quite healthy.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Freckles:</span> <em>You didn't have to tell everyone how much I weigh. How embarrassing!</em>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-73484781134264811342010-09-08T18:36:00.000-07:002010-09-08T18:37:50.373-07:00The News is GREAT!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCncSSdPoGsWJOnkGt_RR31Zyf93joh3UAsFz1jz0SASglK54b8qaeHRRjk4NpiFTw_LaTVm2lTENpygIneQXo9Sp-FfGlyOzN2q-vQl6CVfyqTCX1iUFeBL8SoUAKeazypj5PDr8rUB7N/s320/May+2009+012.JPG" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We just got the good news -- tests are back from the lab -- the thingies they removed during surgery were not the bad kind of thingies. Freckles is fine and we are relieved!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: magenta; color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">LET THE PARTYING BEGIN!!</span></div>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-62673477270049564922010-09-07T21:18:00.000-07:002010-09-07T21:18:24.717-07:00We Forgot!Oh, my! We were so busy fussing over Freckles' illness and surgery that we forgot our Blogoversary! We started our blog on September 1, 2007! And here we are three years later...who would have thought it!<br />
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<span style="color: black;">Oh, and Freckles wants you to know that she is doing much better. Her attitude was not removed during the surgery and is coming back strong :-)</span>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-50339090708088124812010-09-04T20:12:00.000-07:002010-09-04T20:12:11.842-07:00Freckles is Home!Freckles is home from her surgery. She's pretty sleepy but is happy to be home. When we were about a block from the house, she poked her head up, sniffed like crazy, and started to perk up.<br />
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The stone that they thought was in her bladder was actually something free floating in her stomach! The doctor also discovered a mass under her chin, so it was removed as well. Both have been sent to the lab. Keep your fingers crossed that everything is okay. We feel hopeful!<br />
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Freckles says "hi" and thanks you for your happy thoughts! I'm sure she will have something to say later when she tells us about her adventure.<br />
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Love,<br />
DebDeb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-90667349764444941372010-09-04T13:53:00.000-07:002010-09-05T08:11:54.633-07:00Why Freckles is Like a Rhinoceros<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqnRndhxtUtmqY0J-zliHYMHZPeBGGgiGjtMgeCHbjZRS-DxdiJdJCf3FtHR1bSM4NWssqTRC3if1v1piAqe0NgZfpvyxRv2DdMWAcUxjSm7YopcRW7UjMKCvPlh4CG7za1kOcj4mPK0j/s1600/Alert+19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqnRndhxtUtmqY0J-zliHYMHZPeBGGgiGjtMgeCHbjZRS-DxdiJdJCf3FtHR1bSM4NWssqTRC3if1v1piAqe0NgZfpvyxRv2DdMWAcUxjSm7YopcRW7UjMKCvPlh4CG7za1kOcj4mPK0j/s320/Alert+19.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Sometimes when you accidently surprise Freckles (by sneaking up behind her, for example), she will jump in the air, do a 180, and grunt at you.<br />
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Recently, I was watching a PBS special on rhinos. There was a female rhino that they had captured to give her a physical and now had in a truck to return her to her home territory. The back doors of the truck flew open, the rhino charged down the ramp, pulled a 180, and grunted at the truck. I sat up in my chair and shouted, "Freckles!"<br />
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That is why Freckles is sometimes like a rhinoceros.<br />
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But, she is also a very tough little bunny. Right at this minute, she is undergoing surgery to remove a bladder stone. Please pray, send good vibes, and wish really hard that my baby is tough enough.<br />
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Love,<br />
DebDeb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-59331163712467165792010-08-14T09:27:00.000-07:002010-08-14T09:27:29.141-07:00Summer's Almost Over<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzEUQuXvNMzraj14LBAULLmOPzfNG9MwFRCcs8LPSyFbe6fTJyxk_HbGlLjzAckthujVtKw0AAEEkDG8uitaHBYRcJJSvyH6fMTQfioX_3u86oJZ0Aw2fkAxW9DkfP0JBDHwW-qEivWTr/s1600/May+2009+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzEUQuXvNMzraj14LBAULLmOPzfNG9MwFRCcs8LPSyFbe6fTJyxk_HbGlLjzAckthujVtKw0AAEEkDG8uitaHBYRcJJSvyH6fMTQfioX_3u86oJZ0Aw2fkAxW9DkfP0JBDHwW-qEivWTr/s320/May+2009+058.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is summer over yet?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Although the air conditioning in my home is quite nice in this warm weather and the fresh vegetables and fruits from the farmers' market have been especially tasty, Deb has been flitting around like some vacationing butterfly or something. The beach, the mountains, the shopping. She's just never home. I need a little routine. I need a little peace and quiet. I need Deb to get back into the habit of blogging. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Like I said -- is summer over yet?</div>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-8089214420512859252010-06-16T18:03:00.000-07:002010-06-16T18:03:07.239-07:00The World, According to FrecklesFreckles:<br />
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<em>Well, I hope you all like <strike>my </strike>our new logo. But, really, you can tell from the picture who is the most important person -- who is the tallest? Who has the most beautiful ears? Who is the star of the book <strong>The World, According to Freckles?</strong> Yes, I believe that would be me. </em><br />
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<em>Robyn did a superb job capturing my ambience and my beautiful ears (which are an important part of my ambience.) I believe in the next version of our logo we could just leave Deb out entirely.</em>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-39252199985346204722010-06-12T20:32:00.000-07:002010-06-13T15:34:45.350-07:00Robyn's Surprise!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGKlUVe_o2iMAtQ7R5S2HWeiu9u5IGqHdijYIgRvoBagwinPSnk8cPVln4M02YJZfkAqpXSd8YmxAhZVf_HBRlPCLQeQs91-5d1pv3Cdh_PEfDdR8ps87w-4VKdgQIuQ7sG4FcivAlWzH/s1600/Bunny-Bloggers-saved-for-the-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGKlUVe_o2iMAtQ7R5S2HWeiu9u5IGqHdijYIgRvoBagwinPSnk8cPVln4M02YJZfkAqpXSd8YmxAhZVf_HBRlPCLQeQs91-5d1pv3Cdh_PEfDdR8ps87w-4VKdgQIuQ7sG4FcivAlWzH/s320/Bunny-Bloggers-saved-for-the-web.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><strong>We have a new logo!</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our dear friend Robyn Waters who almost gave Freckles her eyes a couple of posts ago, created this beautiful logo for us! Be sure to biggify the picture by clicking on it so you can read the title of the book we are reading! Robyn is a terrific artist and we love all of her work! You can check it out at her <a href="http://www.robynwaters.com/">website.</a> You will be amazed by her beautiful illustrations, just as we are amazed by her and all that she accomplishes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="color: red;"><strong>THANK YOU, ROBYN!!</strong></span></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Update - Robyn sent a second copy with a different color background. What do you guys think? Which one do you like best?</div>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-5305981537329885292010-06-10T05:11:00.000-07:002010-06-10T05:11:00.094-07:00Lend an Ear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTrGsziAK8ur67rwajDRHO-0El9C4moARnjgx0uReXg_MvHDjwqAVYD9cg0i1TV8SnlDBAnlW2NybbMmvMraHpjIulfo2Jy3BMEtMFt7d_a2Fmb49WL-HjASz6Ukivmwbm7U4YynzXoik/s1600/Freck9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTrGsziAK8ur67rwajDRHO-0El9C4moARnjgx0uReXg_MvHDjwqAVYD9cg0i1TV8SnlDBAnlW2NybbMmvMraHpjIulfo2Jy3BMEtMFt7d_a2Fmb49WL-HjASz6Ukivmwbm7U4YynzXoik/s320/Freck9.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Freckles: <em>I understand that Robyn didn't really offer me her eyes the other day. I was just a little confused. People do that to me sometimes. </em><br />
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Deb: Yes, the English language can sometimes be very confusing.<br />
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Freckles: <em>So, what about when somebody says, "Lend me an ear?" How can you lend someone your ear? My ears are both attached tightly to my head and even if I loaned one to you, it would never fit. Does that mean I should just loan my ears to other bunnies and you should loan yours to people? And, if so, how long before they have to give them back? Can I charge interest? What if they run off with them? Are there collection agencies for ears?</em><br />
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Deb: Oh, Freckles. "Lend me an ear" means that someone wants you to listen to them. That's all.<br />
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Freckles: <em>Well, why don't they just say that then. Brother, what a strange language you speak!</em><br />
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Deb: I know. Just hold onto your ears. You twirl and twist them around so beautifully!<br />
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Freckles: <em>Yes, I do, don't I?</em>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-30517540844287499862010-06-08T05:05:00.000-07:002010-06-08T05:05:00.691-07:00Robyn's Eyes, Part 2Deb: Freckles, I don't think Robyn was really offering to give you her eyes yesterday. When she said she only had eyes for you, I think she meant that she liked looking at you.<br />
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Freckles: <em>Oh. Never mind then.</em>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-91025485014287106132010-06-07T05:07:00.000-07:002010-06-07T06:11:33.982-07:00I Only Have Eyes for You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPIhJgNYCg14ePV-h3-QyZ2mtHYRGYz-DD6mgnJhCc54iPEYVkaEq9EOS_gpD9KIQxY48QJvWAw5SfiCeI4J1Tt5PbDxXWz43zVJQm0nXzbCxDm3y5DqoH-rEehyPK8EY6mrp8qb64_K0/s1600/laying7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPIhJgNYCg14ePV-h3-QyZ2mtHYRGYz-DD6mgnJhCc54iPEYVkaEq9EOS_gpD9KIQxY48QJvWAw5SfiCeI4J1Tt5PbDxXWz43zVJQm0nXzbCxDm3y5DqoH-rEehyPK8EY6mrp8qb64_K0/s320/laying7.jpg" /></a></div>Freckles:<br />
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<em>My friend Robyn said, "I only have eyes for you, Freckles!" </em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">What?</span> </em><br />
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<em>I have perfectly good eyes, they work quite well. I don't need anyone else's eyes. Even though I like Robyn very much, and she is working on a surprise for me, and I like surprises very much, she should keep her eyes. She's an artist and needs them for her work. She shouldn't be giving them away.</em><br />
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<em>Besides, Robyn, your eyes are totally the wrong color for me and you certainly know how important color is. It would drive you crazy if you could see me with them and how they wouldn't match my ambiance -- but then you couldn't see, because you would have given your eyes to me. So, Robyn, you should hold onto your eyes. You shouldn't be so generous with them. You would really miss them if you didn't have them anymore.</em><br />
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<em>But, thanks for offering. A friend who would give her eyes to you is a true friend indeed.</em>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-52348389450961087672010-06-05T08:30:00.000-07:002010-06-05T10:24:40.706-07:00Her Eyes Are Bigger Than Her Stomach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAwvNWdC7gPVAD0pVtmWVDIaRtd1wqAA-zw97-frxXCrVokn7VhUvKONukHx22YhvD7Z4LEouuf35eUahHk_9s9ga5Dd1PshqWmlUCPV10AZHBkO-mBn2x47yNiBr16REyEMoDs4rwzd9/s1600/Alert+17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAwvNWdC7gPVAD0pVtmWVDIaRtd1wqAA-zw97-frxXCrVokn7VhUvKONukHx22YhvD7Z4LEouuf35eUahHk_9s9ga5Dd1PshqWmlUCPV10AZHBkO-mBn2x47yNiBr16REyEMoDs4rwzd9/s320/Alert+17.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Freckles: <em>While we're on the subject of eyes...</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Deb: We were talking about eyes?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Freckles: <em>Yes, sore ones ... your friend ... remember? Keep up.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Deb: Oh, from your post on Thursday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Freckles: <em>Okay, so while we are on the subject of eyes, I don't like that expression "Her eyes are bigger than her stomach." I mean, that's impossible. My eyes are quite lovely and nowhere near as big as my stomach, which, although dainty, can still hold a large amount of dandylions.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Deb: The saying just means that you think you can eat more than you really can. Your eyes see a lot of food and want it, but your stomach can't really hold that much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Freckles: <em>Again, really stupid. I'll eat as much as I please, thank you very much! I know my limits. I don't have any. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Deb: Of course you don't. That's fine. Just eat as much as you want to, Freckles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Freckles: <em>Yes, that's what I said. I will eat my fill and let you know if I need more. </em></div>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-16110402950740735322010-06-04T04:52:00.000-07:002010-06-04T04:52:01.026-07:00Sore Eyes = Happy EyesDeb:<br />
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You've got it wrong, Freckles. When you're a sight for sore eyes, it just means that the person is very happy to see you.<br />
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Freckles:<br />
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<em>Stupid humans. Say what you mean!</em>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-79845775235315870052010-06-03T18:27:00.000-07:002010-06-05T10:24:01.010-07:00A Sight for Sore Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEBbWVRxLBtU7e5dTQagnqglN_pn_zJSWB3C-nJGjmkQ-e9z2SCZFSWXrDXY7UsPOYTrjH2jKiL81EnWkV9tvDwQKtdkHqSRJ1iEAVm5v_t9E0b54sLrMfFJikjo5-EUqWZDktVwGM8oG/s1600/alert3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEBbWVRxLBtU7e5dTQagnqglN_pn_zJSWB3C-nJGjmkQ-e9z2SCZFSWXrDXY7UsPOYTrjH2jKiL81EnWkV9tvDwQKtdkHqSRJ1iEAVm5v_t9E0b54sLrMfFJikjo5-EUqWZDktVwGM8oG/s320/alert3.jpg" /></a></div>Freckles:<br />
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<em>The other day one of Deb's friends came over and said, "Freckles, you are a sight for sore eyes!" </em><br />
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<em>I stared at her. What in the world did that mean? Did her eyes hurt? Was looking at me that painful?</em><br />
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<em>Maybe she's allergic to me. Nice Guy's friend comes over and starts to cry a lot. He always blames it on me 'cuz he says he's allergic to me. If you want to see sore eyes, take a look at him! They are all red and goopy. And I won't even mention the disgusting blowing of his nose!</em><br />
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<em>Deb's friend didn't even ask for a Kleenex to rub her sore eyes with. </em><br />
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<em>Sheesh! I'm not sure how I'm doing it, but it must be some super power I have. She'll just have to live with it. </em><br />
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<em>Freckles House Rule #1: Don't come to visit if I make your eyes sore! I don't intend to stop doing whatever it is that I do that makes your eyes sore. It's your problem, not mine.</em>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-75550354179518432502010-05-04T05:32:00.000-07:002010-05-04T05:32:55.802-07:00The Queen and the Carrot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiToRdWwCuo5Y3vi1trqI2SsbBQJojvcgzcR6FEo6LJqrNEiAZhjrfMHAMw1xbjClZQuU0x8BXkFGhkcqEay34BU92RMbVM7AG0oGdsQOGX6jnqlunrDvD5m9WQVgEUoC44Ezr0cQOI_UR/s1600/Carpet+Squares.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiToRdWwCuo5Y3vi1trqI2SsbBQJojvcgzcR6FEo6LJqrNEiAZhjrfMHAMw1xbjClZQuU0x8BXkFGhkcqEay34BU92RMbVM7AG0oGdsQOGX6jnqlunrDvD5m9WQVgEUoC44Ezr0cQOI_UR/s320/Carpet+Squares.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This reminds us of the story "The Princess and the Pea." Of course Freckles is a Queen instead of a Princess, and she is sitting on a stack of carpet squares instead of a pile of mattresses. Hmmmm - wonder if there is a carrot hidden inside that mountain. We shall call this picture "The Queen and the Carrot."</div>Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222360159449458972.post-73168956339343687832010-04-27T21:16:00.000-07:002010-04-27T21:22:02.720-07:00Busy, Busy, Busy!We weren't able to post any pictures for some reason -- there was a strange screen and no opportunity to upload pictures from our computer =:-(<br />
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So, we'll have to update you without illustations. Won't be as exciting, but we're learning to be flexible and breathe when things don't go quite right.<br />
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Anyway, Deb's been working, attending conferences, and visiting her writing groups -- oh, and squeezing in a little writing. Freckles has been eating, sleeping, and reorganizing her cave and food dish. She's favoring the "Hurricane Freckles" look. If we can ever upload pictures again, we'll show you. In the meantime, just close your eyes and picture a box flying through the air, landing amid piles of shredded paper and spilled food. You get the idea.Deb Cushmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13564044064322450488noreply@blogger.com8