tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89980470759862959632024-03-13T15:41:07.847-04:00Big Fat Paws... stories from a corgi's perspective (12 inches off the ground)...PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-88860386732209252682011-02-18T23:28:00.000-05:002011-02-18T23:28:52.726-05:00... all together again ... me happy!Hi everyone! I miss you! It's been a crazy-busy time around 'Casa Picasso' ... who knew a corgi's life can be so full of human chaos?!? <br />
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Anyway, most recently, Rita + Brian had to go to NYC for work. Meanwhile, I was at doggie camp doing some consulting work as the playground monitor. Mommy and daddy spent a couple extra days there so that they could spend Valentine's Day there (apparently, it's a romantic place to be for the occasion... whatever...). Even though I enjoy my job as playground monitor (and I'm quite good at it, too), I did miss Rita + Brian after a few days. I was SOOOOOO happy to see them when they picked me up!!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmuotYzamyZkBFKt5-GENd1NtkOUB3EpzGEWlMJui166RgGXnrTDGbgaZttgx3abqaINIHth9vJu_1_MLZLVbzRqqhMCg3gbZZV3zlRPuL1GWTo6_G0_WDnwPpt591nzHZTPLkzQ3n7tg/s1600/IMG_0412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmuotYzamyZkBFKt5-GENd1NtkOUB3EpzGEWlMJui166RgGXnrTDGbgaZttgx3abqaINIHth9vJu_1_MLZLVbzRqqhMCg3gbZZV3zlRPuL1GWTo6_G0_WDnwPpt591nzHZTPLkzQ3n7tg/s320/IMG_0412.jpg" width="320" /></a>When we arrived home, we visited my human friends in our building ... they all missed me very much, so I let them spoil me with cookies and pets :D Then we went to the office where I listened to music and napped while mommy + daddy did some work and told me all about their trip and how much they missed me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are photos of the view from the top of the Empire State Building ... Rita wanted to go up there on Valentine's Day because it reminds her of some sappy movie that all the girls like so much. Brian obliged, which made Rita very happy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Okay, that's all for now... may you all have happy corgi dreams!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-35482060873319048612011-01-13T12:19:00.012-05:002011-01-13T23:37:06.269-05:00...just stuff...Hi everyone! Happy New Year! It's been a while, I know. The holidays were a bit crazy here in my little corgi world. Mommy and daddy were really busy with all their things (work and holiday stuff that humans seem to take way too seriously). I won't bore you with the details... Let's talk about ME!<br />
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So, my Auntie Tina (Rita's sister) sent me a whole bunch of homemade treats that she baked herself! Here they are:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, Auntie Tina's biscuits (on the right) are soooo yummy! Some of them are salmon biscuits with chunks of dried salmon, and some of them are liver biscuits! I heard mommy telling her that the treats should last me a whole year.... are you kidding?!? If I had thumbs, that bag would be empty in an hour! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's too bad that my mommy doesn't bake me yummy doggie treats... I don't take it personally though, because she really doesn't cook anything, not even for herself ... and she has thumbs! BUT... even though she's not so useful in the kitchen, she's really good at getting her orchids to bloom every year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This orchid just bloomed in time for the New Year! Rita's been taking really good care of it for the last year, after Brian gave it to her for a gift. It was just a silly looking stem and leaves for the last 9 months or so, and now it has all these pretty flowers. Isn't it pretty? Don't I look cute sitting next to it? I think I help give it scale and context.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Okay, that's all for now! Until next time.... woof! (in the kindest, cutest, inside-voice, of course)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-72832643904342941972010-12-10T14:21:00.001-05:002010-12-11T00:29:11.168-05:00FA LA LA LA LA ... LA LA LA LA ...Greetings, everyone! <br />
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I don't have any new pictures or much to update on this post. Rita + Brian have been sick for the last week, and Rita's my personal photographer and typist, so I haven't been able to post anything. So I've been pretty much... waiting... waiting... waiting for her to get better so I can get on with my blog. <br />
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For now, here's a photo of me on my first day with mommy and daddy when they brought me home with them 5 years ago.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">You might not recognize me because my ears were still floppy and my waistline wasn't quite so big!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, bye for now. I'll have my personal photographer take some current pics of me this weekend! Happy Holidays!</div></div>PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-45174073648209477482010-11-24T23:14:00.000-05:002010-11-24T23:14:56.402-05:00my drumstick!I'm in Florida at doggie camp while Rita + Brian are visiting family in Boston for Thanksgiving...<br />
I've been thinking about how much mommy and daddy are missing me and wishing I were with them, especially since mommy always comments on how she loves my drumsticks! Apparently, turkey drumsticks are very important at Thanksgiving time.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!</div>PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-42106029036869508292010-11-17T20:49:00.001-05:002010-11-17T20:55:05.454-05:00Catching up on some zzzzzzzz'sHi everyone! Sorry I haven't written in a while... Rita and Brian have been away on business travel to Toronto for several days last week. While they were gone, I was at doggie camp where I spent my days playing with the other dogs, keeping things in order outside in the park and my nights wondering how much mommy and daddy missed me...<br />
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When they came back from their trip and brought me home, all I wanted to do (after getting lots of treats and hugs) is catch up on my sleep (it's exhausting being the boss full-time at doggie camp)...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next day in the office, I was STILL really exhausted...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sAeCg0ROVBlyO0uZi36z_rISAXaods-vwwS6Os_gXCjt5trPqU4VZ5cP5ODL5Esx4PjxJiBt_M0xce3rilYmEk-xdtx8XjipOcCYg44y263sp-dmH2bngy_nO-rLnOMRe1YAvoZr3BJj/s1600/IMG_0276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sAeCg0ROVBlyO0uZi36z_rISAXaods-vwwS6Os_gXCjt5trPqU4VZ5cP5ODL5Esx4PjxJiBt_M0xce3rilYmEk-xdtx8XjipOcCYg44y263sp-dmH2bngy_nO-rLnOMRe1YAvoZr3BJj/s320/IMG_0276.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was so tired, I didn't even get up onto my bed! I just crashed right there on the hard floor!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I did finally catch up on my sleep, though, so I'll be sharing more adventures with you in the coming days!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">xo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Picasso</div>PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-61277758193351293192010-11-01T23:40:00.002-04:002010-11-01T23:46:14.838-04:00Halloween SUPERHERO!!!!I absolutely LOVED my costume this year ... I was BATDOG!!!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So... while I was BatDog, Rita was BatGirl and Brian was the Joker...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1eAPzKnxKVe9egJko6BybR4UoWdsywM7jP7_nXK5QAW2TwqLtDdkCvWLguQO2Kh0jbDRHst7ekKPVR78Q098iyYuX5_CV-NxSkRjE1EXM2CoAn-8FPwD3pXATi0Hrzjr8AXMQU4g1J1n/s1600/H5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1eAPzKnxKVe9egJko6BybR4UoWdsywM7jP7_nXK5QAW2TwqLtDdkCvWLguQO2Kh0jbDRHst7ekKPVR78Q098iyYuX5_CV-NxSkRjE1EXM2CoAn-8FPwD3pXATi0Hrzjr8AXMQU4g1J1n/s320/H5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was really fun having mommy as my partner-in-crime-stopping! Although, daddy was the villain... so mommy kept trying to punch him out! (He was so creepy-scary looking that I barked at him when I saw him!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VuGXHWN8HP8KKlCiNp2gX8sMwqXpOsSK7KWaLyC7nsyAmUhaBtwElv-xpT7Ft5IStaiZCik2IVPpPy5hJg7IAlh3xex4RMvEiTLrZGpfG73Pp2Q3XWa2yjqBS348bJYMzTr3QNYoDUzx/s1600/H2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VuGXHWN8HP8KKlCiNp2gX8sMwqXpOsSK7KWaLyC7nsyAmUhaBtwElv-xpT7Ft5IStaiZCik2IVPpPy5hJg7IAlh3xex4RMvEiTLrZGpfG73Pp2Q3XWa2yjqBS348bJYMzTr3QNYoDUzx/s320/H2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And then she tried to shoot him in the head at the Moonfest Halloween party downtown...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZxZrzlxP1R3mUNcl28JUl3MXB92jKjjDKBXsOGUv5vCeQK58wRey6sFfO3L2N77ps-p88nE3dJd0Pm9YEB7zgXMZR7hJYz3rOYcziRgI-xNMnWqWTXz9S8GVtO_VCnIUWQoxk23R0WQf/s1600/H3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZxZrzlxP1R3mUNcl28JUl3MXB92jKjjDKBXsOGUv5vCeQK58wRey6sFfO3L2N77ps-p88nE3dJd0Pm9YEB7zgXMZR7hJYz3rOYcziRgI-xNMnWqWTXz9S8GVtO_VCnIUWQoxk23R0WQf/s320/H3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">That didn't work, so she tried to punch him out again...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkGuzROwLCYQE7Fnz-NlSRs4vRy30jUMT6VDxBmtRszBLls48kQ6b0uZ4QiHKFic_zlPO3_sxB98g3WvwmhvfLbP7VEPSQv_GhrvqXs4mmqSLWvsjL_8E8ixBffUar_0VpCE8QMpv7BWX/s1600/H4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkGuzROwLCYQE7Fnz-NlSRs4vRy30jUMT6VDxBmtRszBLls48kQ6b0uZ4QiHKFic_zlPO3_sxB98g3WvwmhvfLbP7VEPSQv_GhrvqXs4mmqSLWvsjL_8E8ixBffUar_0VpCE8QMpv7BWX/s320/H4.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Okay... he wasn't that easy to get rid of. He was pretty creepy looking, but we decided that we'd like to keep him ... he really is one of the good guys!<br />
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We had a really fun Halloween ... hope you did, too!<br />
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Until next year... BOO!PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-55773004858102031932010-10-26T22:30:00.001-04:002010-10-27T19:39:25.795-04:00UH-OH... it's THAT time of year again...Mommy's making me sit still while she tries to put clothes on me or fit fabric around me... she's using pins, so I REALLY have to stay still!<br />
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Okay... it must be Halloween...oh yay... **trying to contain my excitement*** <br />
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I'm actually quite ambivalent about this so-called holiday. I don't really mind wearing whatever costume Rita decides to put on me because she smiles and giggles at me when all I have to do is sit there and look at her while she snaps a picture... then I get a hug and a treat. Not a bad deal, eh? BUT, getting 'fitted' for my outfits aren't as fun. I usually have to try bits and pieces of the outfit on... over and over and over again, until it fits around my belly, on my head, around my ears, etc. I do get little treats after each 'fitting', so it's not THAT bad (I'm just acting like a diva, like most models do).<br />
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Here's some background...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4S_HUELd0kBGuozUmUfQH7mBYhcEGaXUK3_Y7bZFAvA9pcKUQV-0FgpKY28_x7uedJJW3SbIr7_3hnTylFzGcBgiWi6_OKgW8tVKu8u7jcIK6Fxl-ynxbiB8u5X0kUAfTcARtrOOMpA8/s1600/IMG_9043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4S_HUELd0kBGuozUmUfQH7mBYhcEGaXUK3_Y7bZFAvA9pcKUQV-0FgpKY28_x7uedJJW3SbIr7_3hnTylFzGcBgiWi6_OKgW8tVKu8u7jcIK6Fxl-ynxbiB8u5X0kUAfTcARtrOOMpA8/s320/IMG_9043.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here I am, the following year, in the first costume that mommy made for me all by herself... it was my first experience as a true model. Nice, pouty look I have here, huh? Anyway, mommy wanted to use her new sewing machine, so this outfit was her first sewing project. (Yes... I was her guinea pig. Perhaps THAT should've been my costume.) Anyway, she made the costume and the guitar, but the hat was a souvenir from Mexico she got me and my best friend Bryson (who is also a corgi). And because Bryson and I are very best friends, she made a costume for him, too! <br />
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Okay, the next year, mommy decided to make me ANOTHER costume on her sewing machine...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So that is the background of this so-called holiday, called Halloween, for me! Since that last costume, Rita has been sewing all kinds of things, but mainly for herself: clothing, jackets, bags, hats, etc. She really enjoys it, and I like to take credit for launching her off on her sewing gig! Yes.... if it weren't for me...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">ANYWAY, back to Halloween....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This year is going to be a little different *thank goodness*. Rita is not going to make my entire costume from scratch. It will be part store-bought (yay!) and part custom-made by Rita (which means I will become a diva-dog again). AND.... my costume will match mommy and daddy's costume this year! I'm so excited about having a 'family' theme this year! That means I will not be the only one wearing a costume! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So.... stay tuned for my Halloween costume for this year.... it will be a surprise! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">xo, </div><div style="text-align: left;">Picasso (AKA 'Diva Dog Model')</div>PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-56493856803648891522010-10-25T20:27:00.001-04:002010-10-25T20:40:50.520-04:00hmmmm... they look good to ME!Rita was so thrilled when a neighbor that we saw while on one of my walks stopped to ask if she and daddy like avocados. Mommy LOVES avocados, so imagine her excitement when the man gave her a bag of the biggest, greenest avocados that mommy's EVER seen! (Daddy doesn't like avocados, if you can even imagine that!)<br />
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When she brought them home, Rita thought that maybe these aren't avocados ... they're just HUGE and lighter green in color than what she was used to seeing in California. Then she thought that they might be mangos ... this would NOT be good, though, because Rita does NOT like mangos! Anyway, this picture doesn't show how big the avocados/mangos are, so she put them next to me to illustrate the scale of these monsters.<br />
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By the way.... they ARE indeed avocados... WHEW! She's going to make tubs of guacamole now ... none for me, though :(PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-6690884268440562482010-10-18T00:01:00.000-04:002010-10-18T00:01:01.988-04:00I looooove weekends...Hi everyone! First of all, here's my token "autumn/October" photo. I noticed from checking out several other corgi blogs that we (the corgi breed) look particularly good with pumpkin props. Note to all fellow corgis: pumpkins are a very complimentary accessory, so whenever all you fellow corgis see a pumkin, go stand next to it and it's almost guaranteed that your human will take a photo of you and it will be incredibly flattering!<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Okay, now to my weekend adventure! Rita & Brian took me to the farmer's market in downtown West Palm Beach! It was so much fun ... so many people (which means lots of pets and kisses for me), so many dogs (which means butt-sniffing and playing), and best of all ... FOOD BOOTHS (major potential for snackage)!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Q-E8s87JRZHIq-0CmiuUSdvXo2b16U9jnysnVAhYhFcErHa63tYtTiFWd__UmB2RmjWes428sGrSPkEyTgtbtx2GTDGZhYWr062JFrvXXYMhIqP_xJ5Edk_t9T4RywrCt-KaqHSXpVck/s1600/IMG_0449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Q-E8s87JRZHIq-0CmiuUSdvXo2b16U9jnysnVAhYhFcErHa63tYtTiFWd__UmB2RmjWes428sGrSPkEyTgtbtx2GTDGZhYWr062JFrvXXYMhIqP_xJ5Edk_t9T4RywrCt-KaqHSXpVck/s1600/IMG_0449.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here I am sitting and waiting... waiting... waiting... for the man at the cheese booth to PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ just toss me a piece of cheese! Any type of cheese would be fine with me, really... I'm NOT fussy at all... please, Mr. Cheese Man, just toss me ANYTHING! In fact, it doesn't even have to be cheese... it could be bread, cookie, meat of any kind, a crumb... ANYTHING!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">While I was waiting for Mr. Cheese Man to toss something over to me, I noticed other dogs in my immediate vicinity trying to SNACK ON MY CHEESE!</div><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This table smelled amazing!!!! I couldn't see anything from where I was standing (this pic is from Rita's perspective), but I could smell all of these different spices! I was thinking that perhaps mommy could use some of these spices in her preparation of my already-delicious meals. Nope... that would not be the case. Rita & Brian were commenting on how beautiful and fragrant the spices were, and they said that it would be so nice to eat some delicious meals with these spices. Mommy doesn't cook, so she snapped a photo and we moved on. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>PICASSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00794388146468759201noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998047075986295963.post-53333649583415705662010-10-08T13:02:00.004-04:002010-10-11T21:47:15.037-04:00Our First Year in Florida...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Hi everyone! My name is Picasso and I'm a corgi (I don't like to capitalize the 'c' because I think it looks cuter with a little 'c') and I'm five years old. This is a continuation of Rita's </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.picassodog.blogspot.com/" style="color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold;">'Laugh Along the Way' blog</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">. (By the way, Rita is my mom and Brian is my dad). Anyway, Rita wrote a blog last year of our road trip across the country when we moved from California to Florida. I thought that since I'm older and understand all that goes on around me, I'd write a blog to keep you updated on my wonderful corgi life! And since our one-year anniversary of moving to Florida is coming up this month, I figured that starting off my new blog with a re-cap of our first year here would be a nice place to start. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEUQDjqJidJu-u5N55gmdcenjEDdDxi1uX9qpSlS7gLfJlpJnv-lSxYBFtWJTcmtGMgo1WH2Yh1bHMrZzrxDDW1k9G-ItQT9JDwxsMAPU59zLhWs7JQ63ZzS02B5-oXFniz6009s2fy8I/s1600/photo_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEUQDjqJidJu-u5N55gmdcenjEDdDxi1uX9qpSlS7gLfJlpJnv-lSxYBFtWJTcmtGMgo1WH2Yh1bHMrZzrxDDW1k9G-ItQT9JDwxsMAPU59zLhWs7JQ63ZzS02B5-oXFniz6009s2fy8I/s1600/photo_2.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In May, I had a little issue with my back left paw... apparently, there was a little pimple-thingy between my toes that I licked it too much and caused a little infection. I just couldn't help it, though... I thought that licking it would make it feel better. Anyway, the doctor said that I needed medication on my paw and that I had to wear the CONE OF SHAME so that I wouldn't lick my big fat paw and make things worse! Ugh... what about my dignity?!?! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, thank goodness mommy + daddy understand that I have my corgi pride ... they went to two pet stores before finding this inflatable collar for me instead of the CONE OF SHAME. It's much, much nicer (and more dignified)... smaller profile and it comes in this sporty, blue color! As you can see from the photos, I was very pleased with the fit AND I could lie down on my side, too!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RA8-3KFM-ynl0ci0OQEoucVc6aBB0qZhmsuuD-bIqxTgZqFuVCrsk1Yrf6wpoth0rb2nU3lcqsAoDn4QGIg4F65W-jtnrU-DGqExJiK6DlRUdysd59dGTLd-0cvcBdcA-tAxulIlXB7h/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RA8-3KFM-ynl0ci0OQEoucVc6aBB0qZhmsuuD-bIqxTgZqFuVCrsk1Yrf6wpoth0rb2nU3lcqsAoDn4QGIg4F65W-jtnrU-DGqExJiK6DlRUdysd59dGTLd-0cvcBdcA-tAxulIlXB7h/s320/photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rita + Brian took me to Bed & Bath with them to pick up some things, but the manager said that they can only take me inside if they put me in the shopping cart ... can you believe that?!?! Hello...we're talking MAJOR blow to my corgi pride! Well, I decided to comply because it was better than hanging out in the car. Also, i have to admit that it was kinda fun being pushed around in the cart while I had a good view of all the other customers that thought I was so cute! So now I join them whenever they go to Bed & Bath ... and I also get to go inside Office Depot, the pet store, the sporting goods store and the music store! ...we haven't tried Target yet...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">When they were in Las Vegas for a conference, they went to an ABBA tribute band concert. Rita loves ABBA... they had a really good time. They said it was even better than the Mama Mia show that they've seen about 3 times!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixv2j2Vr6stBxLOTyH49JAgqh80E_CfkOuQ0QHZ7WwU9YgAixouf2UaYSoL06eZWrUb9o5ALMgakryprK3gTo-wlDNVAKMvHUK4abCRoXde7LWF91qu3I79IF9gM8rVCBpX-Phhs0gP_hY/s1600/IMG_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixv2j2Vr6stBxLOTyH49JAgqh80E_CfkOuQ0QHZ7WwU9YgAixouf2UaYSoL06eZWrUb9o5ALMgakryprK3gTo-wlDNVAKMvHUK4abCRoXde7LWF91qu3I79IF9gM8rVCBpX-Phhs0gP_hY/s1600/IMG_0014.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">Rita + Brian are really enjoying the music scene in West Palm Beach. This is a photo from the Pink Floyd tribute concert they went to. Yes, that is a huge inflated pink pig floating in the air! They had a great time ... Brian loves Pink Floyd!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0izX5CxRl7Ac5TbhwXVJbnSw2cKXjyKSU0uadUeNnY_dXyqidQEvPcqprB3DPLp2SbnJnBodjHaHlh90w4MVnPhQ9-THMBd7sueQw6WaqqeQ-Flf2V20_Vg9-EwGO3bkziFToJTzNCRh/s1600/IMG_0443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0izX5CxRl7Ac5TbhwXVJbnSw2cKXjyKSU0uadUeNnY_dXyqidQEvPcqprB3DPLp2SbnJnBodjHaHlh90w4MVnPhQ9-THMBd7sueQw6WaqqeQ-Flf2V20_Vg9-EwGO3bkziFToJTzNCRh/s320/IMG_0443.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So... as you can see, I've been enjoying my life here in Florida. It's been almost a year (boy, time really flies) and there's still so much to see and so many dogs and humans to meet. All in all... LIFE IS GOOD!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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