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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I didn't realize about joining a league was how many emails would start piling up in my inbox! Oh my goodness!!!! I can't tell you how many emails I have gotten through the yahoo group. Wow. It is a lot to sort through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am looking forward to getting started, and seeing how Oreo does at his first new indoor environment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the question is....Should I run like it's a trial or give him treats during our run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-4977293498515040789?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~4/pi8-50NJjCw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3c94eeb010bbea2e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" type="video/mp4" /><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-12T06:05:12.416-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/agility-league.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Happy Veteran's Day</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~3/1hLQaY0vKOs/happy-veterans-day.html</link><category>agility</category><category>video blog</category><author>saralovesdogs2@gmail.com (Sara)</author><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 03:00:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721943474778360452.post-504484461354806653</guid><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Veteran's Day to all who have served and are currently serving. I always feel bad that I have the day off, and Jeff, the true veteran, has to go to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402246542937331330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Sviim8TcloI/AAAAAAAAItM/79mQJQGXw7o/s400/jeff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Jeff doesn't smoke anymore. So funny to see him with a cigarette in his mouth. Does the US Army really allow 12 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; to join? LOL.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I heard this week from one of my former students who graduated in June. He finished his basic and AIT training, and is about to be deployed to Afghanistan. He seems like such a baby to me, but I guess he is the same age as Jeff in this photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wonder if he'll be writing his girlfriend letters, or just sending texts and emails?  Won't be the same....they won't be covered in sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________________________ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up the course &lt;a href="http://theknightsmixedbunch.blogspot.com/2009/11/toni-dawkins-training-day_08.html"&gt;Lian&lt;/a&gt; had posted the other day. At least to the best of my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo had some trouble with it, especially the jumps out of the tunnel. I wasn't sure how to best handle them. Therefore, I kept making the same mistake over and over. At least I was consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got out my other dog, ya know, Misty, and tried it with her. Poor thing, got treated like a guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had time to think while running Misty and tried something new! Misty did the whole thing with no problem. I didn't even have a treat to reward her! Of course, she moves much slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got Oreo to do it successfully once, then we stopped to play ball, and Oreo spent some time rummaging in the dog garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to set up the "shorties" sequence that Diana and other people have been doing, but I feel like we've been doing a lot of agility lately. I don't want to overdo it. Trying to keep it a game.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59x8VaUJ4TM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59x8VaUJ4TM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/59x8VaUJ4TM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, the dogs were chasing each other, and it was really fun to see Misty charging through the tunnel to try and cut off Oreo. I remember a day when she was terrified of the tunnel. Now it's playground equipment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-504484461354806653?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~4/1hLQaY0vKOs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59x8VaUJ4TM" length="0" type="" /><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-11T06:00:06.042-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Sviim8TcloI/AAAAAAAAItM/79mQJQGXw7o/s72-c/jeff.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-veterans-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>tricky t-day- take a bow</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~3/r5369OLteoc/tricky-t-day-take-bow.html</link><category>tricky t-day</category><author>saralovesdogs2@gmail.com (Sara)</author><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:00:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721943474778360452.post-2593847294391591066</guid><description>OK, so this isn't an entirely new trick, or the one I had planned for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my new tricks aren't video ready yet. The time change has resulted in less trick training time. We're walking instead of training tricks in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired by some video footage I caught of Oreo in the yard, and thought I'd show an update of our "bow" trick. This has been a very hard trick to fade the treat lure. In fact, I'm learning that any trick I've taught by a lure is hard to fade. So, I'm trying to use treat luring less and less, now that I am more trick training savvy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Oreo will now bow if the treat is in my lap. Still somewhat of a lure, but at least I don't have to hold the treat at his nose anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll have time to work on some of our new tricks this week and show one next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, this is what you get (sorry the lighting wasn't the greatest for this video):&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prx6BgtfH14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/prx6BgtfH14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/prx6BgtfH14&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-2593847294391591066?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~4/r5369OLteoc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prx6BgtfH14" length="0" type="" /><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-10T00:00:05.441-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/tricky-t-day-take-bow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>monday morning</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~3/9hNIVmRERHo/monday-morning.html</link><author>saralovesdogs2@gmail.com (Sara)</author><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:00:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721943474778360452.post-7314207949158373885</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Please Mom, go to school already. Weekends with you exhaust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/SvdZzbKQ-3I/AAAAAAAAIr0/GnjV_68Nr4U/s1600-h/IMG_4739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/SvdZzbKQ-3I/AAAAAAAAIr0/GnjV_68Nr4U/s400/IMG_4739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"Sigh....How long is this photo shoot gonna last? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/SvdZzERn4aI/AAAAAAAAIrs/wjyo7HZ3cmQ/s1600-h/IMG_4736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/SvdZzERn4aI/AAAAAAAAIrs/wjyo7HZ3cmQ/s400/IMG_4736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"A dog needs his rest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/SvdZ8hnlAnI/AAAAAAAAIsM/Cjmw0w7xfgo/s1600-h/IMG_4737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/SvdZ8hnlAnI/AAAAAAAAIsM/Cjmw0w7xfgo/s400/IMG_4737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"I'm too tired to make it the 3 feet to my nice, comfy, squishy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monogrammed&lt;/span&gt; bed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Svddp15OirI/AAAAAAAAItE/eaOBw6nZkaA/s1600-h/IMG_4743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Svddp15OirI/AAAAAAAAItE/eaOBw6nZkaA/s400/IMG_4743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"On second thought..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-7314207949158373885?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~4/9hNIVmRERHo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-09T06:00:07.900-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/SvdZzbKQ-3I/AAAAAAAAIr0/GnjV_68Nr4U/s72-c/IMG_4739.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-morning.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>fun in the sun</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~3/7v1SJPM1uZ8/fun-in-sun.html</link><category>agility</category><category>video blog</category><author>saralovesdogs2@gmail.com (Sara)</author><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:00:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721943474778360452.post-7687017883329880518</guid><description>Went to another agility class on Saturday. We were lucky enough to be able to play outside! I haven't been on an outdoor course since the end of September. It was really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke the course into two parts, and then put it all together at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo did super. I had some trouble with the obstacle discrimination. He was supposed to take the dogwalk, but my body language kept sending him to the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first run Oreo was super confident. He ran past a bunch of people, and did the teeter without even a glance toward them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each subsequent run, his sideways glances seemed to increase. Not sure what the difference was. Maybe he was getting tired. Maybe the people were moving more. Maybe he was reaching his stress limit. Overall though, he seemed pretty happy. He was barking in his pen, and even tried to jump out at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we had to wait on the start line, while my teacher was giving some "homework" tips to another classmate. I had Oreo do some dance tricks, and I was surprised at how receptive he was to performing in such close proximity to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of our final run. We had one flub at the jump before the obstacle discrimination. Not sure what happened there. Perhaps the area was stressful, because we had revisited that jump several times in an attempt to handle the discrimination correctly. In our previous run, I just kept going after he went in the tunnel instead of doing the dogwalk, but after our run, we worked the jump/dogwalk in isolation. Maybe I should have just waited until our next turn, and tried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Oreo did have quite a long stop on the teeter. His longest of the day. If I had been on the opposite side of the teeter, that may have been avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that though, we got our discrimination, and I was happy with our run.   I'm always happy with Oreo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZUwNCCuobU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZUwNCCuobU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZUwNCCuobU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun class, and great to spend the day outside in the sunshine, avoiding cleaning the house and yardwork! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to hear soon that I got into the agility league....if so, our first match is next Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-7687017883329880518?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~4/ZJJUHAcekv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-06T06:06:33.855-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/times-are-changin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>what a difference</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~3/YNNa8nyURlA/what-difference.html</link><category>agility</category><author>saralovesdogs2@gmail.com (Sara)</author><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:54:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721943474778360452.post-123934551785361989</guid><description>Went to agility class last night....in the dark! That clock change brings us light for a morning walk, but makes the drive to class pitch black. I guess there is no making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference the weather can make! No rain/wind this week. The building wasn't rattling. Oreo was relaxed, happy, and dare I say.....confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo had one weak moment when a dog barked and a loud truck drove by at the same time, and he went running away from me. However, I called him to the tunnel (the obstacle he was on), he went in and I rewarded him. Then, we were good for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced some teetering in a sequence, and I did some isolated teetering as well. He did pretty good. A few times, I caught him stopping to glance around, but only for a second. I kept my movement going, so I think that encouraged him to go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found most thrilling last night was Oreo taking obstacles on his own! Without me directing him to go to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now many people would be upset, and correct their dogs for taking off course obstacles, but silly me was thrilled! I was saying, "OK, you can do an extra obstacle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo was showing signs of &lt;em&gt;independence&lt;/em&gt;. He was working &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt; from me. Showing &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; of the obstacles themselves. He was &lt;em&gt;playing&lt;/em&gt;. Aren't those signs of confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had walked into the building, my teacher had asked, "Is there anything in particular you want to work on tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No, I just want Oreo to be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal accomplished.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400574167079785202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/SvKxl2vxEvI/AAAAAAAAIrM/67xmID3twKA/s400/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-123934551785361989?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;I have also pushed the teeter to the side, to discourage any random teetering on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see we have some table issues. I don't work on table much, since there is no table in DOCNA (love them for that), and CPE just requires a touch and go on the table. However, I think we may have to do some "real table" stuff in our agility league, and that could be quite embarrassing if we don't practice a bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-3519736362882237990?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~4/SnsGxMJFMPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31b65b231bf7f677&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" type="video/mp4" /><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-04T00:00:02.503-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/teeter-work.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>tricky t-day.....trick or treats?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~3/AKTNONQAanU/tricky-t-daytrick-or-treats.html</link><category>tricky t-day</category><author>saralovesdogs2@gmail.com (Sara)</author><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:00:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721943474778360452.post-4737675522649204170</guid><description>OK, so I got &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; this week for tricky t-day, due to the fact that I was away visiting my sister and nephews.   Does going trick or treating count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos from our weekend, which unfortunately was quite rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9q8VnPI8I/AAAAAAAAIqM/nI2eRVRrySo/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9q8VnPI8I/AAAAAAAAIqM/nI2eRVRrySo/s400/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oreo behaving in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9q8jB-JtI/AAAAAAAAIqU/AT61G69gze0/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9q8jB-JtI/AAAAAAAAIqU/AT61G69gze0/s400/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here is Oreo keeping his distance from very cute, yet unpredictable 3 year old.  Who seems to be enjoying the video game the most in this photo?  I don't think it is someone in a green shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9q82EAI_I/AAAAAAAAIqc/CAzkRj89B6I/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9q82EAI_I/AAAAAAAAIqc/CAzkRj89B6I/s400/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Misty tries to get in on the action, hoping the cute, unpredictable 3 year old may spill some food on the ground.  Misty makes a great "hoover".  She enjoyed doing a lot of vacuuming this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9q869bbYI/AAAAAAAAIqk/Hav2YEsa3Q4/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9q869bbYI/AAAAAAAAIqk/Hav2YEsa3Q4/s400/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My clever, smart, and super creative 7 year old nephew came up with his own idea for a costume....a mix of the two teams playing the world series.  Half Yankees/half Phillies.  He even had on one red sock and one blue sock.  He drew quite a bit of attention while out trick or treating, in a neighborhood that was blanketed with "Go Phillies" signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard lots of, "Did you see that kid's costume?"  As people walked past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say, "Yea, he's with us!!!!  Isn't he fabulous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9rOzl0iGI/AAAAAAAAIqs/P5c1SLfUG2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Su9rOzl0iGI/AAAAAAAAIqs/P5c1SLfUG2Q/s400/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We even had a run in with Uncle Sam.  That's my 3 year old nephew in the batman costume looking waaaaaay up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no tricks, but I hope you enjoyed the treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-4737675522649204170?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oreo &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after his&lt;/strong&gt; bath&lt;/span&gt; NOW.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOcRmx1UF04&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOcRmx1UF04&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much has changed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-81880865801589301?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~4/JESMcdB8nFI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-10-24T00:00:00.584-04:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/SuIepBV_8bI/AAAAAAAAImw/zYgP7ikg8D8/s72-c/IMG_4671.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/news-from-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>the whole story</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~3/N5EDRRscEy8/whole-story.html</link><category>photo blog</category><author>saralovesdogs2@gmail.com (Sara)</author><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 21:00:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721943474778360452.post-7492591111897870684</guid><description>For those of you who thought Misty was being "motherly" in my &lt;a href="http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/then-now.html"&gt;Then &amp;amp; Now &lt;/a&gt;post. You didn't get the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/89m5zQLHNL8QTHT6Z_EaAg?authkey=Gv1sRgCPWop8XpibW9owE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/StzjECitdDI/AAAAAAAAIlI/80mbxhg7o3w/s400/100_2696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty says, "Don't even think about taking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chewie&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Xls3GFqIWKmzlWufLeKzyA?authkey=Gv1sRgCPWop8XpibW9owE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/Stzi3RNef2I/AAAAAAAAIlA/9pWio9V2CI0/s400/100_2686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo says, "I'm cuter. I get whatever I want. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dontcha&lt;/span&gt; know? And I want what you got!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty's thinking, I &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; want to bite your head off right now, but I know you're just a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Xls3GFqIWKmzlWufLeKzyA?authkey=Gv1sRgCPWop8XpibW9owE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ljHEXmrAbs2gOQCNFmbjMA?authkey=Gv1sRgCPWop8XpibW9owE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7EOiawRVX5w/StzjNeS-HBI/AAAAAAAAIlk/fgr0W4L8yyk/s400/100_2703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo says, "Did I do something wrong? Why'd you give her another one? Can I have that one too? This is so unfair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hip Dad is doing well. He made it through surgery, and now we have to hope he behaves himself in the hospital. They want you up and moving as soon as possible. Mom said "Mr. Exercise" was already doing exercises he read in a brochure last night.  I fear my incessantly competitive Dad may start challenging interns and young doctors to races down the hallway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-7492591111897870684?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~4/-3HiFUPLqPA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-10-17T14:58:23.641-04:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-planet-am-i-on.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>pinwheels</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Nnrh/~3/hGpOMgEwX1w/pinwheels.html</link><category>agility</category><category>video blog</category><author>saralovesdogs2@gmail.com (Sara)</author><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 13:40:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-721943474778360452.post-6453084107847665075</guid><description>I set up a pinwheel exercise in the yard, and have been working on it sporadically. I rarely practice pinwheels at home, because they seem easy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we encounter them in class, we often struggle, or I tend to baby Oreo through them. Perhaps, that's because we don't &lt;em&gt;practice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a set of weave poles in the exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Oreo didn't have many problems with the pinwheel, but we did have some weave pole problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it was actual problems with weaving, or if it was due to the ground surface conditions. It was wet, with wet leaves on top. I think that may have been part of it. However, I think he was popping out early, because I stopped before the last pole. Usually, I run past the last pole. When we had problems early in the poles, I think it had more to do with the entry not being straight on. New things to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo ran into some weave issues in class this week. My teacher thought it was because the poles were not resting on the dirt floor properly. Oreo is very sensitive to any change in the set up of the poles, especially the part of the equipment that rests on the ground. Makes me want to order a real set of weave poles for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty also tried the pinwheel. That was interesting. Were my feet most of the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2rHHhwz8WM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2rHHhwz8WM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b2rHHhwz8WM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b2rHHhwz8WM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely in the background, you can see the massive treefort our next door neighbor is building.  It is only in the beginning stages, but we just know this is going to be huge!  The floor itself is already at least 6 feet by 8 feet.  This is in addition to the two story victorian playhouse (with porch, Anderson windows, and electricity) and jungle gym, neither of which their children ever use.  In fact, the playhouse is in better condition than their actual house, which we have watched slowly fall apart over the past 13 years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Jeff is now calling them the "swiss family robinson", and keeps saying we are living amongst the "tree people".  I think they are trying to recreate their own Ewok village, from the movie &lt;em&gt;Return of the Jedi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mind so much, if it all wasn't 10 feet off our property line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/721943474778360452-6453084107847665075?l=saralovesdogs.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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