arabella's PhotoBlog

On a side note

2008-08-19T21:36:48Z

Mom's been making me wear a shirt since I got that hole in my side. It's silly because we're hitting some of the highest temp. of the summer in Minnesota this week and I can't go swimming and on top of that I have to wear a shirt. Mom's making it better by letting me wear her shirt "It's all Silka's fault"; Silka is my mom's name and everyone in her family has this shirt*. It's nice to have someone to blame sometimes and I guess she doesn't mind. If you need someone to blame, go ahead and blame my mom; she's used to it. *my cousin gave them to everyone for christmas because my mom taught her kids to jump on the bed and use a microwave, generally get in trouble At my cousins house: Today a neighbor stopped by with a bag of children's stuffies. Apparently their dogs have been taking the kids toys outside with them and leaving them near the edge of the property. This neighbors dog then comes stops by and brings the toys over to her house (we live in the country so the separation between houses is about the size of a city block, oh and there are some buildings in between). Nice of her to bring the toys back! One other side note (very far to the side) is that today she was right about a rule in poker and all the actual players (mom never plays) were wrong. The person who argued the most with her was the won who would have won the pot if they had listened to mom. My mom knows her rules folks! If you have slow internet and are thinking about buying a Navigational GPS for your auto, explore options other than the TomTom line. We've had some real difficulties with their customer service and downloading map updates. If you have high speed internet you'll probably have better luck.

Searching

2008-08-18T13:11:24Z

We stopped at this rest area a while back, we're searching for the pair that looks the most like the walkers in this sign - is it you? It isn't us (mainly because mom's legs connect to her body).

Look at

2008-08-16T07:54:27Z

The hole in my side.

2008-08-14T15:11:05Z

...or that one time when mom locked a bleeding dog in her room. It all started yesterday at dinner, I was begging (as usual) and trying to hike the tiny cut in my side from mom when she finally gave me a treat. Then it happened. She say it, but instead of seeing a teeny-tiny cut she saw a gaping hole the size of a penny. She called the grandparents over too look at my wound and they were a little shocked themselves, clearly something had to be done. So mom gathered up the med supplies and went over to Tina's. Everyone looked over the hole and then they began the cleaning and putting antibiotic ointment on it, in short everything was going well. Mom held the gauze down and Tina wrapped the vet wrap around my middle...but then it slid down around my belly and pulled the wound open. What a bad place for a hole!! Right where my rib cadge narrows and boy does my rib cadge narrow. We tried the vet wrap again, and gauze and then band aids and different kinds of band aides and medical tape. And mom wanted to shave my hair off so the band aides would attach better but we only found the little shaver and it was broken and we looked everyone for the big shaver... Finally mom found it and it needed to be cleaned and then after I got shaved I needed to be cleaned!!! The water in my hole hurt! This is bad news bears. Then the I was wet and the band aids really didn't stick at all. We all laid down to watch the olympics and let my side dry out. Then the band aids still didn't stick, we found a butterfly bandage, that should stick!!! But it didn't. Finally the semi-attached some bandages and put one of Tina's shirts on me and we went home. Where mom wanted to finally get something to stick. She put me on the bed and told me to stay and went and raided all of the medicine cabinets. So I'm laying on the bed, in a shirt with a hole when mom decides she really needs that medical tape from her car. So she tells me to stay and shuts the door (coz I always want to go outside with her). It shuts. Mom pauses in the other room, turns the handle. Locked... The door is locked. The bleeding dog is in the bedroom on the bed, wound open to the air and my licking tongue. Bad bad news bears because we don't have a key to that door. Grandpa might have a key but its really late now and he gets up at 5 in the morning. No luck, mom has a few options. 1) Open it with a credit card 2) find a key. 3) go outside, unscrew the window and break the window screen. She goes and tries the credit card, no dice. She goes and finds all the spare keys, no luck. Mom really doesn't want to break the window. She looks around the room and spies the hinges. "That'll work", she thinks! She quickly pulls the pins and tries to open the door. It's stuck! There isn't enough clearance to get the door past the hinges still attached to the door frame. She struggles and pulls and gets some vice gripps and a hammer and a mallet and uses screw drivers as levers. She finally pulls the door open. Now just to bandage the dog. And that is the horrible horrible story of the yesterday, when I got a wound and mom locked me in our bedroom.

Heading Out

2008-08-07T01:17:37Z

Wanted to let you know that although we just got back and haven't posted about our Trip yet, we will be leaving again tomorrow to visit my Great Gma at our cabin on Lake Superior. She really wants us to come and that's reason enough for us. We'll be back again soon and hopefully post at that time. Loves, Arabella

Worlds Best Friend

2008-08-06T11:29:08Z

This is me and my best friend in the whole world Baldwin. I had to leave him behind in Kentucky when we left but now mom says we should've just stolen him when we had the chance. I want to tell mom that he'd probably just run back to his little infant brother and his two human cubs but she won't hear of it. He's the only Boerboel I've ever met and I know I shouldn't judge a breed by one pup but I at this point I love South African Mastiffs. He's so slow compared to me and he used to let me tackle him into the ground in our backyard. I miss him soo much.

Trippy

2008-08-07T01:32:15Z

Looking at this photo makes me fall over. Especially if I focus on me. So I'm sharing with you...falling over is fun.

Stealing the Stick

2008-08-07T01:56:22Z

Grandma didn't think I could steal the stick if she held it way up in the air. Unfortunately for her I'm really really tall, I didn't even have to jump to get the stick back, she never even saw me coming. But look closely at that second photo, there are a few things I'd like to point out. One - grandma is laughing, she's soooo close to rolling on the floor laughing out loud. That's awesome! I knew peoples really liked it when I steal things from them and now I have proof. Secondly - I only have one paw on the ground, I was doing that dance move where you keep one limp on the floor and swing your other ones around only to lift the weight bearing limb up and let the other limps through - like a jump rope. I'm just that awesome. My last point about this really awesome beach at a pretty nifty park in southern Minnesota (called Blue Mounds or some such) is that rock on the left side. Take a look at it, clearly this is a swimming beach, so we need to protect swimmers but also its outside in a real lake. Look again, see it yet?? They marked it! A rock! Don't you think the rock itself is stands out enough? "Avoid this, it's a rock!" I'm waiting for them to install the markers for the marking sticks, cause seriously if someone wasn't looking they could run right into them and then we'd have a lawsuit.

State Park RoadTrip 9

2008-08-17T09:12:00Z

Geocache Challenge Map

2008-07-25T14:34:57Z

I wanted to share with you guys a visual representation of my progress on the Challenge because I understand pictures better than numbers and this must be the case with some of you out there.