tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38290324939701577112024-03-12T18:34:29.819-07:00Strong Hounds' HomeStrong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-34351230613982812342013-07-15T14:37:00.000-07:002013-07-15T14:37:21.054-07:00BINGO is back and it's time to WIN!!!<span style="font-size: large;">Well I'm here and I'm back and it's time for you to get the winning card....ME!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm BINGO and I was a foster dog about 2 years ago and I'm back. I'm four years old now and I'm ready for your house. I lived with a family in the city for two years and they had some people problems so I'm back in foster care. I'm a good boy though. I can handle steps like a champ, sleep in my bed, and I'm housebroken. I've been a little nervous since I've returned just from the adjustment, but I'm settling in nicely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So please call Denise and fill out an application and maybe I can take you for a walk and adopt you! </span></div>
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Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-85769333899252460462013-07-15T14:03:00.001-07:002013-07-15T14:03:31.941-07:00BINGO is back and it's time to WIN!!!Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-56927341301592619112013-04-28T16:50:00.002-07:002013-04-28T16:52:05.689-07:00Sibling time! Welcome Ruth <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Good Evening! Let me introduce myself. My name is Ruth and I'm here visiting my brother, Jack. (by the way I am laying on a stuffed moose in the picture. Aren't I cute?) We haven't seen each other in quite a few years...about 4 1/2 years to be exact. But I'm retired now. I had a lot of puppies...yes I was still working while my slacker brother retired early. (psst...I know the real deal- that idiot never even made it to the track so I don't know HOW he can say he retired!) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Anyway, here I am. My foster mother dragged her feet allowing me to get on the computer. She said it's because deep down in her heart she'd really like to keep me! Let me tell you why, here goes- You'll love this- I am WONDERFUL!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am house trained....had one accident in the house, and none since. I sleep nicely in my foster sister's room on the floor on my bed. They don't even have to crate me during the day. The worst thing I do is drag ALL the stuffies....yes I said ALL of them throughout the living room. I make quite a mess, but hey, I don't get into the trash, I leave the birds alone, and I don't chase the cat. The only thing I haven't really figured out yet is the stairs going up to the second floor. I manage the smaller sets of steps quite well, but 12 steps....nah! Don't need anything up there that bad!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So if you'd like to see me, please tell Denise you'd like to be approved by me. My foster mom said you'll have to keep in touch so that me and my brother Jack can play sometimes. Apparently I'm the only one he plays well with! </span><br />
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Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-3803368482512445742013-01-28T14:13:00.001-08:002013-01-28T14:18:44.825-08:00Here I am.....Rojas<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ok so just to make it clear, Weazel is no longer here. He left a while ago and my foster mother was slackin and didn't update the post. But that's ok, because my name is ROJAS and I'm even better!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I got here after a long car ride on Sunday and settled right in. Cats....pshhhaaaa no problem. Birds.....ha! not a problem either. They're both pretty nice, even though one of the cats keeps chasing my tail. What's with her anyway?! So last night I slept with my foster sister. The human one. I know I'm a little forward, but her room is so nice and she was so sweet to me. My name should actually be shadow since I follow the humans around. I like them a lot. I wag my tail some, but I just hold still when they kiss me. I like it alot but I'm not used to it. Usually we dogs sniff butts. These people haven't tried that with me yet. Go figure....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, I haven't had an accident in the house and the people even left me out to roam the house a couple times since I arrived. I was a perfect angel.</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not sure what they'll do tomorrow. They keep talking about 'work' and 'school'. Not sure what that is but I'll figure it out. Just like the steps. I got the front steps and the back steps to the yard down pat. Of course just when I figure it out they get this freezing rain nonsense and it gets slippery. That's why I won't try the inside ones. There's a lot of them inside so I'll just stay on one floor. Goodness knows they might be slippery too. So enough for now. Let my foster mom or Denise know if you want me to bless you with my presence! Oh and also, my human foster sister says it looks like I have eyeliner on....what?<img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotosSnowliftCaption" class="spotlight" height="149" src="https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/533642_4755699683116_1848599778_n.jpg" style="height: 602px; width: 803px;" width="200" /></span>Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-48708151939726953082012-11-04T09:12:00.001-08:002012-11-04T09:12:50.873-08:00I'm not what my name implies! I promise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Well I'm here and no I am not a weazel, but my name is Rocken Weazel. I know. How embarrassing! Anyway, the only thing I'll do is weazel into your heart because I am a love bug. So let me explain. I got here yesterday and this is really the first time I've experiences a house. That is why in my picture here I'm looking a little insecure!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">I have some endearing qualities such as - looking into the reflection on the oven with curiosity....why would another dog be in the oven?! and I can put my paws up on your shoulders to look at your face if you talk silly to me. I like to hang around my people that's for sure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">I like the other dogs here too. I even like the cat and although I'm curious about the birds, I've left them alone. I am a real curious guy. I sniff everything and sometimes I knock them over. Sorry! I think sometimes about counter cruising, but they holler "No!" at me when I've thought too much about it. I'm still working on a couple of things. I peed in the house one time. I tried on another occasion, but again the "No!" was heard. The time I did pee, it was right next to the back door where we all go out. So I think that's the idea. They never holler at me when I pee outside. I'm also working on the steps. Wow! They're really scary. The other dogs are really brave and go right up and down. I'll keep going on it. Hopefully I'll get it soon. I'm also working on walking on a leash. There is so much out there that I need to get to and QUICK but my foster mom says I have to be patient and just walk. Sleeping through the night is the last thing I'm working on. My foster mom said I kept her up all night by walking around her room. She said I'd probably sleep better tonight. It doesn't matter to me! I can sleep whenever I want to!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Ok so I'll keep you posted. If you want to let me weazel into your heart, call Denise and we can have a date!</span>Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-73988529599499139762012-09-02T09:58:00.000-07:002012-09-02T09:58:02.812-07:00Fergus is here!!<span style="font-size: large;">Hi, let me introduce myself. My name is Fergus. I am a sweet brindle boy- my foster mom said she'd get pictures later- who was returned because I was grouchy around people and smaller kids. I just got here so my foster mom said she'd 'evaluate' me. What in the heck is that supposed to mean? Anyway, pictures and more updates later. For now I'm gonna check out the yard.</span>Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-26860281246150052692012-09-02T09:55:00.000-07:002012-09-02T09:55:48.550-07:00I'm at home now....Skipp<span style="font-size: large;">Ok so my foster mom is a slacker.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">I was actually adopted last week and I actually had to text her to remind her to update the blog... humans....I guess you gotta love 'em!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, two potential families visited me last weekend and the first family said they needed time to think. The second visitor I told him he was mine right away. In fact I wanted to make sure he didn't get away so I crawled up into his lap. Ha! I showed him, and now I have my forever home :)</span>Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-45157573130681654282012-08-22T16:37:00.000-07:002012-08-22T16:37:29.237-07:00Ok I am the champ!!<span style="font-size: large;">Ok so my training of these people continues.....I've actually accomplished my training...they love me! My foster mom calls me a pest though. What's that supposed to mean? I mean, seriously....I don't counter-cruise (that is unless you're doing something up there and then I try to help), I've had no accidents in the house, I don't even need a crate! I even walk pretty nicely on a leash. Good Grief Mom...give me a break!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, I have to also share a success with you. Yes I've done it, all on my own...I CLIMBED THE STAIRS!! So my foster brother, who happens to be human, was sitting at his desk on his computer. Jack, the daffy resident dog who lives here was laying on the boy's bed, and I walked up the steps and into his room. Boy was he shocked!!! So anyway I feel a little silly because from downstairs, I figured all the people just disappeared into the upstairs at night and I just went to bed downstairs. Now I can actually go visit upstairs! Life is good!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So did you know they have birds here? wow! I look at them sometimes, but they're boring. Peanut butter, dog treats, and hugs and kisses are much better than birds! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ok gotta go. A rawhide is calling my name...if you're interested in having me as your owner, please call Denise and we can arrange a visit and I can check you out to see if you're an acceptable match. </span>Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-35991938472958964872012-08-19T06:44:00.000-07:002012-08-19T07:02:24.849-07:00I'm Here at Last<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thank goodness I'm here at last. Let me introduce myself, my name is Skipp. Yes that's with two Ps. Don't ask me why, it's just because I'm special and let me tell you why.....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Well I arrived at my foster home yesterday. I came from Florida which is a crazy long drive, but I don't mind drives in the car. In fact I just plopped myself down and relaxed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Anyway, I'm quite a character in appearance. I have lots of marks on my body telling the tales of my four year old life. Many will heal as my coat gets nicer. My nose has marks on it from my muzzle and I've worn my teeth - including my canines down somehow at the track, but let me tell you I can eat just fine!!! AND I love bisquets and peanut butter. Yum!!! I love to be around you too. But I was ok in the crate in the house yesterday for a couple of hours while the people were out (Shhhh I had the snack with the peanut butter...don't tell the other dogs, they don't know). In fact I slept out of the crate with the run of the house last night and didn't bother a thing...no accidents either! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Ok some more interesting things...my tail...it's short and I don't recall being born with a shorter tail. But just like my short teeth, the tail works just fine. It just wags a little different but it wags A LOT!! I have taken all the stuffies out of the container and spread them all over the floor. I tried to blame it on the others, but I think my mom knows differently.Last but not least, I haven't quite figured out the steps going upstairs to the second floor. I'm fine with the four going out to the back yard, but teh 12 going up! Yikes! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Ok getting writers cramp in my paws so enough for now. If you want to visit me please contact Denise and fill out an application so that I can adopt you. </span>Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-7166371156762937222012-02-26T18:23:00.001-08:002012-02-26T18:23:44.627-08:00I have adopted my forever dad!!<span style="font-size: large;">So it happened today. <em>I saw him from across a crowded PetSmart. </em>There he was and I knew he was mine. I was at the Meet and Greet in Westminster today and <strong>I've adopted my owner!!</strong> He really didn't have much choice. It was all up to me and I chose him! I even filled out the contract (and some people say dogs can't write....ha!) He is GREAT! Such a wonderful guy. I leaned on him (as only a good greyhound will do) and although I was a curtious host to all the other people who were curious about our group, I always went back to my new owner. He is a great petter. I miss him already since he has to get my house ready for me he can't take me right away. So I have to put up with these foster people for a little while longer. But it was greyt telling you my story. You'll probably see me somewhere in the papers. I think my new forever owner has grand plans for me :)</span>Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-21402126093658024172012-02-21T18:35:00.000-08:002012-02-21T18:35:07.905-08:00A chair with a view<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I may not want to leave this place after all. Look at me! I can sit in a leather chair right in front of the window! Who can beat that?! I will say though that my foster mom had a sleepless night my first night. She called me a whiner. Hey I was scared. I gave her a couple of hours of sleep, didn't I? Anyway, since that night I've been fine. She let me have the run of the house. So last night, you know where I slept? right next to her in bed!!! Ha what a sneak. She was so warm and snuggly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So here are a list of my charming qualities: I handle steps like a champ, I LOVE to play with stuffies -especially without an audience...I get embarrassed easily. I can sing/howl if you get me started, I haven't counter cruised when no one is home (at least that they've noticed!) and I love to play with the kitten here. She loves me and rubs her body up against my nose. I also have not tried to eat the birds yet. I wonder what cockatiels taste like? Anyway, they're fun to look at and sometimes I whine at them. But I've been good. I also eat like a gentleman, love hugs and kisses, go to the bathroom outside, love hugs and kisses, and am learning to walk on my leash. Did I mention that I love hugs and kisses? Oh and by the way, you can just call me a pillow. I love to lay down with my people and be used as a pillow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ok fans, enough for now. I need my beauty sleep. Maybe someone will come and visit me soon. </span>Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-43551605911575583462012-02-19T10:16:00.000-08:002012-02-19T10:17:46.441-08:00I RECKON I'm back!
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Hi my name is Reckon So and I reckon I am back and looking for my forever home. I was in a home for the last 5 weeks but my dad got a new job and I couldn't wait so long to see him again. So I'm back with a foster family and getting acclimated. I love people and you know what? They have a kitten here and she loves to play with me. My foster mom hollered at us though because we were running through the living room playing. I guess she was afraid of something she called a tornado. Don't know what that is 'cause I'm a greyhound and Chloe is a cat. (I think my foster mom isn't the brightest bulb in the pack!).
So I'm busy getting adjusted. I just turned three on Valentine's Day, but that's ok because if you adopt me in time, we can celebrate St. Patrick's Day together- Right? I think green kibble would be good. Anyway, contact Denise if you're interested in my beautiful self :)
PS don't mistake me for the big black and white guy...he's an old fart - my foster brother. <
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Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-20720898161573498942011-11-29T13:47:00.001-08:002011-11-29T13:54:39.601-08:00Hi I'm Bert (and no Ernie isn't here!)Let me tell you a little about me, beside my formal tuxedo attire. I am quite a well-adjusted young man. I am polite, sleep through the night (slept in my foster mom’s room), can handle the steps, and have been fine with the little kitten and the birds. Mind you I did take off after the kitten this morning when Chloe, said kitten, ran through the house. I got a smack for that. Anyway, I was just trying to get her back for last night. You know what she did? She bit my toes while I was trying to sleep! How rude!!!
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So I’ve had no accidents and really like my foster brothers here. One is an older guy but my brother…wow do we like to play! I have a big stuffed bunny that we toss in the living room. I also stay in the house without any restrictions during the day while my mom is at work and the kids take off in this big yellow thing. I am I have to say, a perfect dog. I love kisses and my foster mom uses this really goofy voice with me. Again, I think she’s nuts, but the kisses and hugs are GREAT. Anyway, if you can talk crazy to me and give me kisses and a forever home, please call Denise and we can live, Happily Ever After!Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-13645912971211384852011-08-21T07:20:00.001-07:002011-08-21T08:07:36.915-07:00I knew they'd come back!Well I adopted some girls. They are wonderful! One is going into highStrong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-486809644535782962011-08-05T07:22:00.000-07:002011-08-05T07:38:14.106-07:00Ha! I've lost my collar! Do I care? NOT!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-Sa-IBqW182WH9pal5emqSe31dxdXrr-5Nz8wvQByJCzJzozWaVymQ212zU0wnyvxb6pMNivcRY5w8GiydoRrt-vr4tBB_aGByb3bO7tONd9vC3QmiWHq_qmWPU9Kgl2wW97jobd-fQ/s1600/2011-08-05_10-22-24_388.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-Sa-IBqW182WH9pal5emqSe31dxdXrr-5Nz8wvQByJCzJzozWaVymQ212zU0wnyvxb6pMNivcRY5w8GiydoRrt-vr4tBB_aGByb3bO7tONd9vC3QmiWHq_qmWPU9Kgl2wW97jobd-fQ/s200/2011-08-05_10-22-24_388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637380947665838962" /></a><br />Ok so last night I slept in my foster sister's room. She was not happy about that, but I was a good boy. I slept on a bed on the floor and didn't make a peep until my foster brother (big 16 year old guy) got up for work around 6. Mom says I had my collar, but 'blip' now it's gone. So I'm wearing a temporary one while all the humans in the house go nuts looking for my flashy flame one. Frankly, I think it's sorta funny :)<br /><br />So as you see I've gotten quite comfortable. My other foster sister picks on me and the way I hold my ears sometimes. Truthfully she plays with my ears a lot and I really like it! So anyway, if you're interested in coming to visit, please call Denise or visit http://www.greyrescue.com/ and come sweep me off my feet...oh that's right, I'm already off my feet! Tee hee!Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-32360922502462945512011-08-04T18:15:00.000-07:002011-08-04T18:50:07.858-07:00I'm back and my name is Dino now!<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXyM5gce_ddpNzeX5FFjcTfdA_04TVHy3SUFN_ctxgZpeW60V-0CjAE3MgBnNmcEFEF-FEpqzNN9J-1_FvD7PsY4Q1i3HRbY2ZvnexYVt009DT9C5kaDPOhBilTTaz11i_0CZLOwUyguc/s1600/DSCF0837.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637182337506707986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXyM5gce_ddpNzeX5FFjcTfdA_04TVHy3SUFN_ctxgZpeW60V-0CjAE3MgBnNmcEFEF-FEpqzNN9J-1_FvD7PsY4Q1i3HRbY2ZvnexYVt009DT9C5kaDPOhBilTTaz11i_0CZLOwUyguc/s200/DSCF0837.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrxeLseQFj6HF8Fm-aCCSWYmTbYmdsTKenHVq9sfVC02cLUX0d18wNcN5-ASlYzvK7K_L9Cgbby0t9F36dQvhLZu6YZuzUsY19iWg4PsvFPhBVI2hBBQXOE-y5EQ-cbu5xiSTecTZVKA/s1600/DSCF0835.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637180201641772386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrxeLseQFj6HF8Fm-aCCSWYmTbYmdsTKenHVq9sfVC02cLUX0d18wNcN5-ASlYzvK7K_L9Cgbby0t9F36dQvhLZu6YZuzUsY19iWg4PsvFPhBVI2hBBQXOE-y5EQ-cbu5xiSTecTZVKA/s200/DSCF0835.JPG" /></a>Hi you might remember me. I used to be named Damron but now my name is Dino. Yup just like the dinosaur pet on the Flintstones. A little embarrassing and not so manly, but I'm wonderful anyway. you know what I can do? I can do steps and I'm cat safe. And I love hugs and kisses! I'm not sure what I'll be doing for my sleeping arrangements tonight. My other family told my foster mom that I liked my crate. So we'll see. I'll let you know tomorrow. </div><div> </div><div>Ok gotta go. It's been a tiring day. </div></div>Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-38311163217881556212011-06-26T07:25:00.000-07:002011-06-26T07:39:20.034-07:00We're Playing Bingo in Baltimore now Hon!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WqhbXiXqnx0fP0ls1n0B-4nwCCnIPss9S7wvm0QNbF7D1K6Sgi3GK1wmiCJr7-6ZwrOs_L9aK7J-co9oXOLjueBe-6Dmmou6shJ7CxmsqwzOg-oTJS59WgQF0f5ixT8RxqW8zM57TE0/s1600/679+%25282%2529.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WqhbXiXqnx0fP0ls1n0B-4nwCCnIPss9S7wvm0QNbF7D1K6Sgi3GK1wmiCJr7-6ZwrOs_L9aK7J-co9oXOLjueBe-6Dmmou6shJ7CxmsqwzOg-oTJS59WgQF0f5ixT8RxqW8zM57TE0/s200/679+%25282%2529.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622538038374298802" /></a><br />Well my forever Dad camoe and picked me up last night. Good thing too since I had become a thief here. I had developed a glove and shoe obsession and relcated them on a regular basis! It was fun but now I'm on to bigger and better things. I'm going to be so happy at my new home! Hopefully they stocked up on work gloves and shoes!Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-17042381089177624662011-06-19T08:27:00.000-07:002011-06-19T08:44:29.893-07:00Get your trolls and good luck charms ready....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkZSx3QcyR5PAdVryTQtKkALWZDzaPC8cweCER4nCEPjX4EB_hBeobwGav124pReeAq8h_IbPQO_0Pbcpb2d61o_Nwz9tcdwnrs_F_tat7KoYrr5MLywgK9usXv2U2Va2dRZyorPwSZU/s1600/DSCF0539.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkZSx3QcyR5PAdVryTQtKkALWZDzaPC8cweCER4nCEPjX4EB_hBeobwGav124pReeAq8h_IbPQO_0Pbcpb2d61o_Nwz9tcdwnrs_F_tat7KoYrr5MLywgK9usXv2U2Va2dRZyorPwSZU/s200/DSCF0539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619957235929589282" /></a><br />It's time to play BINGO!!!<br />Hi that's me. Ok my real name is "Go Get Waxed"!! What were they thinking? Bingo fits me better because I am the winning hound. I just arrived yesterday and in a flurry of activity. These people are nuts. They plopped me in a crate and then another group of people came in and let me out and fed me. It's all good now though. I am such a champ...take a look at what I can do:<br />I can do the steps up and down. Usually I go one way and need help going the other. I guess I've been a little curious so that leads me in a direction. Then I realize where I am! <br />I slept all night in my foster sister's room and didn't say a peep (or a bark for that matter) No accidents in the house so far either. <br />They also have these birds. They make noise, but I leave them alone. <br />Last but not least I like to toss chippies---the rawhide kind. It's a private thing so I do that until someone draws attention to me. Then it's all serious business. <br /><br />Ok so if you'd like to come see me, and I know you want to cause you're a winner too, call Denise and apply to WIN!!!Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-38438400666361538452011-04-10T07:50:00.000-07:002011-04-10T07:52:11.295-07:00GREAT NEWS! I have a forever home!!!Well I have good news. My forever family came to get me today. It was really nice. They have two people boys and a little girl and a beagle! Wow I hit the jackpot! I am going to be so happy. They promised to give me kisses, walks, and good kibble every day. Been nice knowing you and good luck to all the other dogs out there.Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-7036025373961611792011-04-02T18:04:00.000-07:002011-04-02T18:14:31.962-07:00Comfy Cozy....At least to me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMeey1OQvtUNMRLXfWBEtrLJQJUe-tp4AsMaOf1ALkkxLGFXxCjNtUGlN9sI8Bx46AHuJu89-mC3A6mqCWkgkvkd0sTKL4YhnoAYIqRZ-FNHBWaWRWQD3YlHKczzw8WZXYH-nyMtTLY8/s1600/2011-04-02_08-32-22_895.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMeey1OQvtUNMRLXfWBEtrLJQJUe-tp4AsMaOf1ALkkxLGFXxCjNtUGlN9sI8Bx46AHuJu89-mC3A6mqCWkgkvkd0sTKL4YhnoAYIqRZ-FNHBWaWRWQD3YlHKczzw8WZXYH-nyMtTLY8/s200/2011-04-02_08-32-22_895.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591157900046254546" /></a><br /><br />Ok so my foster mom and sisters didn't think I was comfortable so they took a picture of me. Don't you think it looks cozy?! <br />Ok so on to bigger and better things...like me!!! So anyway I have a secret to tell you. Ssshhhh don't tell anyone. I'm a thief. Ok true confessions. I took two cloth grocery bags, a box of gallon ziplocs, and an empty Pepsi bottle. Unfortunately I got caught! But I still get hugs and kisses. Hmm....wonder what I can take next. By the way, mom keeps throwing these rawhide pieces at me. If anyone knows what I'm supposed to do with them, please text me. If you want me to steal. I mean if you want me to be your forever dog and give me a forever home, please call Denise or email her ASAP.Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-30084735971023982222011-03-30T13:01:00.000-07:002011-03-30T13:10:50.799-07:00Progress my dear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQctRLCn1eJcUwY9lzHBjl1dastWwXeEUM8NBDeMYigLLzn5EgTDIuVT4mdcH_HN-GrayV1yhwTBCohyphenhyphenc_s8xStw4uWgHzPJV0n8IJ6TXGE17Pt60WVSa922eneWUkCdeblsQCJrsdKFE/s1600/2011-03-30_16-03-53_709.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQctRLCn1eJcUwY9lzHBjl1dastWwXeEUM8NBDeMYigLLzn5EgTDIuVT4mdcH_HN-GrayV1yhwTBCohyphenhyphenc_s8xStw4uWgHzPJV0n8IJ6TXGE17Pt60WVSa922eneWUkCdeblsQCJrsdKFE/s200/2011-03-30_16-03-53_709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589967170173772210" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQ4qdGehaHl1m4Gt47cvKj_XmBfBB85LxmOfNr1yoXSJPJKKizL0MOdK_gd3emCDWqSTU-tHjswQOEX2jszaR8fgecZXepRHXzFUKUXqgqHVwYH2oTMIXAJXmaGlSQ3NQcRBe0-NkoMA/s1600/2011-03-30_15-53-03_282.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQ4qdGehaHl1m4Gt47cvKj_XmBfBB85LxmOfNr1yoXSJPJKKizL0MOdK_gd3emCDWqSTU-tHjswQOEX2jszaR8fgecZXepRHXzFUKUXqgqHVwYH2oTMIXAJXmaGlSQ3NQcRBe0-NkoMA/s200/2011-03-30_15-53-03_282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589966002171430722" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well I've been here since Saturday and I have really trained these people well. Actually mom was home today- she was sick, but I told her to go to the doctor and she did and guess what? She left me out of the crate and I was sooo good. I didn't get into anything. Before she left though, I did try a library book. Why do people read them? They taste better.<br />So next to the wonderful picture of me is one of my weaknesses. It's a bag of clothespins. Yes, I love them. I take them often and then the other day I gave them to my foster sister. I was so kind, she was in bed and I just laid them on the bed next to her. She was soo happy. Or at least I think that was the reaction. She was laughing at least!<br />Ok more updates later. If you want the perfect dog, please contact Denise and tell her you're in love!Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-18702991497543250352011-03-28T17:12:00.000-07:002011-03-28T17:27:32.843-07:00NEWSFLASH- Stink Bugs don't taste good!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMAY-wXA-6jjyPIdnlUMV15V6k2XGi-OTG8SNjUhyphenhyphenE3PFkejrquFUKqdD2rPFp991t1sx7eZMIwr7inOA543H07_J1RJMPaJG-rzR__jKFuGYCcWlDGXKp7YWBaYRdb2Cx-UlfIZw9Wc/s1600/100_0043.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMAY-wXA-6jjyPIdnlUMV15V6k2XGi-OTG8SNjUhyphenhyphenE3PFkejrquFUKqdD2rPFp991t1sx7eZMIwr7inOA543H07_J1RJMPaJG-rzR__jKFuGYCcWlDGXKp7YWBaYRdb2Cx-UlfIZw9Wc/s200/100_0043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589290540537292194" /></a><br />Take that from me. I am an expert now. This morning my foster mom thought that I had stuffy guts stuck in my teeth so she checked my mouth as I flung my head around. That was when I opened my mouth and out it came, still wiggling! boy did my mouth stink. I shook my head and it still stunk. Wow what an escapade. So like I said, take my advice and DON'T EAT STINKBUGS!<br /><br />So I know you're dying to hear about me some more. Ok well I made it through the second night in my foster sister's room without any problems. Then I stayed in the crate all day-alone for 7 hours since a big yellow thing pulled up to the house and ate the girls up and drove away this morning. I would have been scared! When they came home I just stood and wagged my tail as my foster sisters came in the door and let me out of my crate. <br /><br />Mom and my foster sisters have been leash training me and I'm making progress. I still cross in front of my people (I honestly don't see why this is an issue- they don't like me sniffing their butts either! Go figure!). My foster mom also says she's not going to try the steps right away. I'm such a good boy steps don't matter and besides, I can do the 4 up to the back porch so what's the big deal?Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-12575086893565158172011-03-27T05:21:00.000-07:002011-03-27T05:49:40.862-07:00More about Dexter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bAxVMkAxZJ1BNd6VmLQHbOrLEtR3HhDDXDLOsnvFz7HbeNwl4E04byInD5F8imzYUAfBp16JqTTGRAw07q_TnKONaaV6lWLpBEL44cie6cyuUANrXtwJ1SChpe-nHWjgPDNIcdhaEAw/s1600/DSCF0260.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bAxVMkAxZJ1BNd6VmLQHbOrLEtR3HhDDXDLOsnvFz7HbeNwl4E04byInD5F8imzYUAfBp16JqTTGRAw07q_TnKONaaV6lWLpBEL44cie6cyuUANrXtwJ1SChpe-nHWjgPDNIcdhaEAw/s200/DSCF0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588740292668652642" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRorS2sA_Qvb2_Qm6bHc0R-j_EJA9mdjE4DAA1kPJSDAVi9rf_AvYhSublXA8sJkIi9ZRKM5MIDfA8mo8QvlgLzydacCzwVkbLobjp6pLbuhU0YCTEqYCCrOeafD7EYpp5lvf1x33eNA/s1600/DSCF0265.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRorS2sA_Qvb2_Qm6bHc0R-j_EJA9mdjE4DAA1kPJSDAVi9rf_AvYhSublXA8sJkIi9ZRKM5MIDfA8mo8QvlgLzydacCzwVkbLobjp6pLbuhU0YCTEqYCCrOeafD7EYpp5lvf1x33eNA/s200/DSCF0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588738659726037794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQ-quUQwbjQ4nVQYzTDZtuXSlpO9B2F3kbT99mXGEZoBiX7jeuugpTbr8teWsfjZaIlTXQuIo8DX-gTgqu4CB9jJU-XPzzVeYj6TCGjEplGgg80Z87R6wPlYN2Sx2BQtdEKYcgaUcmX8/s1600/DSCF0263.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQ-quUQwbjQ4nVQYzTDZtuXSlpO9B2F3kbT99mXGEZoBiX7jeuugpTbr8teWsfjZaIlTXQuIo8DX-gTgqu4CB9jJU-XPzzVeYj6TCGjEplGgg80Z87R6wPlYN2Sx2BQtdEKYcgaUcmX8/s200/DSCF0263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588736789449796050" /></a><br />Since I am so cute (getting egotistical aren't I?!) I thought I'd add some more pictures of me. So here they are. With these pictures you're bound to contact Denise and say I'm yours....Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-45203321324787845522011-03-27T05:04:00.000-07:002011-03-27T05:17:58.853-07:00WANTED: Home with Stuffies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRkELuvBJu0T6cndUFJj4hzjW0MVlUdUt4bWhG3CvEiH1rpY34OpFMr4xjBDLLSecr3zR6wSEQFGa0HCFETi7f68AtRI7wCq747W3mI6_ydVY3fK8kXckl1urgK6_l1zfooscEDxB1Jc/s1600/DSCF0261.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRkELuvBJu0T6cndUFJj4hzjW0MVlUdUt4bWhG3CvEiH1rpY34OpFMr4xjBDLLSecr3zR6wSEQFGa0HCFETi7f68AtRI7wCq747W3mI6_ydVY3fK8kXckl1urgK6_l1zfooscEDxB1Jc/s320/DSCF0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588732622189115186" /></a><br />Well here I am, Dexter. My foster mom is so mean to me and calls me Poindexter and says I should have hornrimmed glasses and a pocket protector and wear a bow tie! So anyway, I am in search of a home. This home has to have stuffies like the moose I am carrying. Let me explain. Within 30 minutes of settling in at my foster home I had taken out each and every stuffy and paraded through the house! Wow I made a mess!<br /><br />On to more serious business. I was such a good boy last night I slept in my foster sister's room on a big blanket on the floor and didn't make a peep! I got up, ate breakfast with my foster brothers and went outside. As for the sore on my nose, it's from my muzzle in the car on the way to Denise's house. It's healing nicely and doesn't seem to bother me at all. My foster mother put some ointment on it. <br /><br />So a little more about me. I haven't tried the steps yet, I love stuffies, am leaving the birds and the cage alone, and the cat hasn't shown his face since I've been here so I'll let you know about that when it happens. Besides the stuffies, I LOVE people. You know what they do? They pet me and kiss me and hug me. Wow, life is grand!<br /><br />So that's the start with me. I'm getting typers cramp (no one told me that this job required typing skills. Thought I was just a foster dog).Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829032493970157711.post-91683861320302244592011-02-12T09:48:00.000-08:002011-02-12T10:19:52.657-08:00I'm gone but while I was waiting....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQKt1QhVL2IJPJ8PybHP0_mWaGoLRqHCUl0AiWK1f3ub9y-oQUWKctuGc96uBbmus7Ve5rBoh1bX_0Kh0MvihEgtP7ajPhkkE-M0DAdeu0fm-NgaP6DpBo2K-oxLxNsxwYIAAnIrRTys/s1600/2011-02-10_18-06-35_894.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQKt1QhVL2IJPJ8PybHP0_mWaGoLRqHCUl0AiWK1f3ub9y-oQUWKctuGc96uBbmus7Ve5rBoh1bX_0Kh0MvihEgtP7ajPhkkE-M0DAdeu0fm-NgaP6DpBo2K-oxLxNsxwYIAAnIrRTys/s320/2011-02-10_18-06-35_894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572861672748350754" /></a><br />I'm already gone to my new home but I thought I'd share with you what this crazy foster family did to me while I was waiting for my new mom. Isn't it awful? <br /><br /><br /><br />Well I've sent updates to my foster mom from my new home. These people are great. They play with me and they got me nice warm beds. I get kisses and hugs too! Well good luck to all those other fosters out there.Strong Hounds Homehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830859091494399372noreply@blogger.com0