tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156779212024-03-11T00:15:54.053-06:00White Dog Diary OnlineThe continuing story of one miniature American Eskimo dog and how she grew a White Dog Army of Love made up of rescue brothers and sisters to carry forth her legacy. These are their adventures in Albuquerque, New Mexico and the world. Siku and Susan S. Sehi-SmithStephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.comBlogger6480125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-64896221512138572512023-07-10T14:17:00.003-06:002023-07-10T14:17:23.981-06:00July 4, 2023<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7mKJsZWKtVNkU5MI6va5ohMYKKG0yQwOTjYs3byUNWVtIF91T1wFA9L20apIL4wDIG_HosEQHicknL-MC7W7Uxih9t6HOHyauznvMBECJ1W6RvoIqzLhRzPRRup36GZ6jrhV-oDySexTw53NXtDqVqpZx8CFxxBq2CD4fW-5iR6kyFuAy59ztw/s960/2Aug30Zoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="776" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7mKJsZWKtVNkU5MI6va5ohMYKKG0yQwOTjYs3byUNWVtIF91T1wFA9L20apIL4wDIG_HosEQHicknL-MC7W7Uxih9t6HOHyauznvMBECJ1W6RvoIqzLhRzPRRup36GZ6jrhV-oDySexTw53NXtDqVqpZx8CFxxBq2CD4fW-5iR6kyFuAy59ztw/s320/2Aug30Zoe.jpg" width="259" /></a></div>July 4 is a national holiday, and everyone celebrates in their own way. Here at the White Dog Ranch, we celebrate the birth of our Itty Bitty Baby Girl, Zsofia. She came into our lives through the grace of one of my students whose huskies had an adorable litter of wiggly babies. He offered me one of the puppies. How could we say "no"? Happy 9th Birthday, sweet Zsofia. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JkDI0m5SO_8dEqdG3AjeYmQbNAzCeQI3bqtW-uDvlZ15Vo9a0v0pmFq_Vxc9mwbHAxYY2PB5YeEloA9HUAd70RS6u4RXEEJyZNpR_PdIkVh_r0MWLbQWlgN7EGBEB37jGi-W2C2I63cdorB3CfbxArjxOyQaEbz6VUS9UU-C0bKsOj3_lqIPnw/s3264/20140813_113332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JkDI0m5SO_8dEqdG3AjeYmQbNAzCeQI3bqtW-uDvlZ15Vo9a0v0pmFq_Vxc9mwbHAxYY2PB5YeEloA9HUAd70RS6u4RXEEJyZNpR_PdIkVh_r0MWLbQWlgN7EGBEB37jGi-W2C2I63cdorB3CfbxArjxOyQaEbz6VUS9UU-C0bKsOj3_lqIPnw/s320/20140813_113332.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zsofia at 8 weeks old coming home with us</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOYEGXIKPJybdqz0mJpPspE_QLOmzr-Y7xR0PUI8MqOukznuuQ1whi20yLiox-Vy7K0EnVLQtb2ob744yWK2MFnPfpzVjMSZqf9wcXyDW8rzBSYGHsLXDItUer2Bjld72maDc5nIGlzv4Y_PKY6t3fKXwBywxTO5b4o6Fry7X2JVddkTtk8MTVfg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOYEGXIKPJybdqz0mJpPspE_QLOmzr-Y7xR0PUI8MqOukznuuQ1whi20yLiox-Vy7K0EnVLQtb2ob744yWK2MFnPfpzVjMSZqf9wcXyDW8rzBSYGHsLXDItUer2Bjld72maDc5nIGlzv4Y_PKY6t3fKXwBywxTO5b4o6Fry7X2JVddkTtk8MTVfg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zsofia's first visit to Dr. Julia</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkBjbP3Kevrf4dWqUDKjG2uvIdztn_JlYkjBNJQHpbVDvvsV1pkzaBNY7NbDIdcbmkA1KoRhxjsWtLmgCwHcD2U3hl0T8_zOzBxPONbHy2NEpWOzVvUduZ38gCT-ACiFx9EdYDEH50Vi9EygETiggEOcGxfYmnZPHGkEV103n4LeXJ_TedT3hWxQ" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkBjbP3Kevrf4dWqUDKjG2uvIdztn_JlYkjBNJQHpbVDvvsV1pkzaBNY7NbDIdcbmkA1KoRhxjsWtLmgCwHcD2U3hl0T8_zOzBxPONbHy2NEpWOzVvUduZ38gCT-ACiFx9EdYDEH50Vi9EygETiggEOcGxfYmnZPHGkEV103n4LeXJ_TedT3hWxQ" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zsofia being adorable</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgZfIxcNdPPKOcHmbcDr47kDmyuvFLJMY-1EAM-v-RoqDxlWa7lXtbboihfBDkCmynbUXX-x4sKNtwbYeO2aCA-omqvftwlUGFAEgNAts60gMUXRmTvtxDThVLiaHG0-vWsJK-xnx-jBkO_w4Ej87c0V5u4i-6i3CzmAgyY9SlEmC67a9VIH0P0w" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="762" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgZfIxcNdPPKOcHmbcDr47kDmyuvFLJMY-1EAM-v-RoqDxlWa7lXtbboihfBDkCmynbUXX-x4sKNtwbYeO2aCA-omqvftwlUGFAEgNAts60gMUXRmTvtxDThVLiaHG0-vWsJK-xnx-jBkO_w4Ej87c0V5u4i-6i3CzmAgyY9SlEmC67a9VIH0P0w" width="191" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sticks are still a favorite!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WTL5VMGONnUlDbwlsA2Jzvc5lY65vWjRFmszvVfkTwVH1qtSCGQUpDrQBwdL5zFXLvqEwmwTIP-q_gWTt_2ENqGng52qU1A94eDQ41U3vmfAsws5bBCy2KhX1ai83GLKfUBNwpywgGquNt-PAnprtrwt__8KJqKf5SU_tAC3lJgUfaE6np_Aig/s640/zoepuppies.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WTL5VMGONnUlDbwlsA2Jzvc5lY65vWjRFmszvVfkTwVH1qtSCGQUpDrQBwdL5zFXLvqEwmwTIP-q_gWTt_2ENqGng52qU1A94eDQ41U3vmfAsws5bBCy2KhX1ai83GLKfUBNwpywgGquNt-PAnprtrwt__8KJqKf5SU_tAC3lJgUfaE6np_Aig/s320/zoepuppies.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zsofia's litter at 4 days old<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-58806206330588333642023-06-24T22:59:00.004-06:002023-06-24T22:59:14.853-06:00June 20, 2023<p> "You guys ALL need to go outside while the yard is still shady and get a little exercise. You need more than bedtime walks to stay healthy. All you are doing these days is eating and napping," I announced as I walked into the living room.</p><p>"We also drink water" Roman replied, "We know you would not want us to get dehydrated."</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBzR9DV_kKT6dxwNHsLkcJGzy5KFQd6YgtSbPP6ZpXIo9GseDFmX1qbi5Xg018wfmkk7wbCO5em2ORpBYWEeXcBqOLnXODpb5_4TvEnx7iR98Z7WLKWVSUj5fB7mu1gAFYwfaWUAuXgiaWixgYcQyzIa1X3tOZP9pb51K-8MNmWoLhToEevUUqRQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="752" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBzR9DV_kKT6dxwNHsLkcJGzy5KFQd6YgtSbPP6ZpXIo9GseDFmX1qbi5Xg018wfmkk7wbCO5em2ORpBYWEeXcBqOLnXODpb5_4TvEnx7iR98Z7WLKWVSUj5fB7mu1gAFYwfaWUAuXgiaWixgYcQyzIa1X3tOZP9pb51K-8MNmWoLhToEevUUqRQ" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"And contrary to the way it looks," Bailey took up the defense. "We are practicing time telling skills while we do aerobics. In three more minutes, Zsofia's time resting in the coolest best spot in the house is up. She will have to get down and we'll all rotate. I get the ottoman spot and Opal moves to my position. So you see, we'll be stretching and jumping."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Lilly is stretching right now," Diva yipped. "she has a graceful giraffe neck and note her form as she takes that tissue off the cabinet top without disturbing anything else."</div></div>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-47999239323898228062023-06-15T22:03:00.002-06:002023-06-15T22:03:32.416-06:00June 12, 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMKvXz_ToNlkNAf02rocDH3ROBcpoaBUI4jeR4MyE5hqwaHReyohTVlFQlr0VASS0bw2uigSR8G88auPyll5ntF4DHUmDP1FmKjUtB5liHP9tFf4kujYHcvrXDuwqVk3n464yBh8cZGGP2Xw4IRWj3C3UMJKz6-3scd-8pnLl6bXpwjc1s8Zc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMKvXz_ToNlkNAf02rocDH3ROBcpoaBUI4jeR4MyE5hqwaHReyohTVlFQlr0VASS0bw2uigSR8G88auPyll5ntF4DHUmDP1FmKjUtB5liHP9tFf4kujYHcvrXDuwqVk3n464yBh8cZGGP2Xw4IRWj3C3UMJKz6-3scd-8pnLl6bXpwjc1s8Zc" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>Opal long ago decided that she was going to be Roman's friend...whether or not he knew what to make of her. She pushed into his cone of solitude so casually and so unrelentingly that Roman has come to accept, and I believe enjoy, her interactions. </p><p>He regularly lets her sniff him and kiss his face with gentle nudges and licks. Roman has come to understand when she prances up to him and swishes about that she is inviting him to play. She has slowly extended the chase game beyond the living room.</p><p>Both were out in the yard with me and caught their antics from Roman's point of view. The photo is Roman's response to Opal's dance as she moved closer and bowed. He continued his encouragement for her to pursue him around the yard. </p><p>It was thrilling to see the joy of each in their game and Roman's willing happy participation. Later, when Opal came inside to check on me, I took a moment to stroke her ears. Sweet Opal, you are such a patient loving friend; Roman has come so far with your help."</p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-18028455983357914872023-06-09T11:01:00.000-06:002023-06-09T11:01:28.673-06:00June 7, 2023<p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">It's a fine tradition of the Southwest," Zsofia opined. "When it is hot have a spicy treat, find a cool shady spot and SIESTA!"</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwnm8AyZpr09xe1Z6q7v92ATcbpylA71yn1DGN7juZG4fc91HL87P6FuelqlLHdOrbKxBI2bokEU0cp_pzF4x5aa4YO3IOEBvkZaZL7FAzIJDtZvARx8WrRkjZDPV27vuLdGS9-l1Xm6jZUJBxcTnmaA7Bu3uUAq01nLP0TbNyWBLNrcjdYog" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwnm8AyZpr09xe1Z6q7v92ATcbpylA71yn1DGN7juZG4fc91HL87P6FuelqlLHdOrbKxBI2bokEU0cp_pzF4x5aa4YO3IOEBvkZaZL7FAzIJDtZvARx8WrRkjZDPV27vuLdGS9-l1Xm6jZUJBxcTnmaA7Bu3uUAq01nLP0TbNyWBLNrcjdYog" width="180" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-8462387611344304572023-06-06T23:15:00.003-06:002023-06-06T23:15:52.760-06:00June 6, 2023<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD0o7QFkWMWgBfLi-BICgdi8FEhGNFowKr0rYTkw9HzBiPboo7WtJEM97qBCR8qcnLb9xb7E5gRkHcRjPxPA2pav0GGtK09bSxkQ2JZeFjYa-zmk8KrjawwjjdAylFqHNAOc1yTflrX4hFkip8MQvvxCLoWUkCa2gzZ-Z5wPzOwdSFNhtFgEw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgD0o7QFkWMWgBfLi-BICgdi8FEhGNFowKr0rYTkw9HzBiPboo7WtJEM97qBCR8qcnLb9xb7E5gRkHcRjPxPA2pav0GGtK09bSxkQ2JZeFjYa-zmk8KrjawwjjdAylFqHNAOc1yTflrX4hFkip8MQvvxCLoWUkCa2gzZ-Z5wPzOwdSFNhtFgEw" width="240" /></a></div><br />"You know, guys, SOME dogs love the idea of a wading pool filled with water for a place to take a quick dip and stay cool during these hot days. Do you think YOU might like one or two out here in the yard and maybe on the deck?"<p></p><p>Zsophia and Bailey headed to the back of the yard. "You mean like a bath?' "Outside?"</p><p>Lilly thought about it. "Could we play 'bob for yummies'? That might be fun." "I would need a life jacket or water wings" Diva commented. "And a fluffy towel to lie on afterward to dry off. Oh, and sunglasses."</p><p>"Maybe if the water was not too cold and there were bubbles. Would dad sit on the edge and rub-a-dub-dub me?"</p><p>Roman gave the entire conversation his side-eye whale look. It is a very clear warning not to push or go further. "No one would be forced to go in," I reassured him. "I don't want to be teased or splashed either," he said.</p><p>"Maybe let's give the pool idea some more thought," I suggested. "White Dog never wanted a pool; we tried once but she thought it was gross that I was standing in the middle of a gigantic drinking bowl. If anyone changes their minds let me know. For now it's always cool in the house."</p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-7036324537076826222023-06-05T23:41:00.000-06:002023-06-05T23:41:10.399-06:00June 5, 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4hMJCwI5CtVrToaEqixqwUlJfBI-FqdYTOD-xw-eX9DieELwfU-pDR-Qnl-3FHYW16skYRVQYL8EQ_O7snenz8WVTCOYV6Yn3b56WSNmEj15r33D32wbLh0t-lHIKeqRs3d-R3MTrB20VoQLnU0jGlg2xHps9I1LGdIgmavHVJ7TnBxBjQY4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="301" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4hMJCwI5CtVrToaEqixqwUlJfBI-FqdYTOD-xw-eX9DieELwfU-pDR-Qnl-3FHYW16skYRVQYL8EQ_O7snenz8WVTCOYV6Yn3b56WSNmEj15r33D32wbLh0t-lHIKeqRs3d-R3MTrB20VoQLnU0jGlg2xHps9I1LGdIgmavHVJ7TnBxBjQY4" width="132" /></a></div><p></p><p>"It's 8:30 on Monday night and we're STILL waiting for dinner," Zsofia complained. "Why are you just sitting here, Dad?"</p><p>"The spinach is wilted but we're waiting for the lentils to get softer. Then they must be mixed and the chopped tomatoes and parmesan must be added. You wanted to share, right? Well then you must be patient," I explained.</p><p>"Dad, could we have ice cream first?" Diva suggested. The rest of the WDA quickly picked up her plea. "Um, no. If I share ice cream it will be AFTER dinner, just like always," I disappointed them. Just then the timer sounded in the kitchen prompting me and my cadre of tasters to head off to check for lentil softness."</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT5GF6_j11_EharjQOi7UFZevcSCeHJMjtEm5b3jFnThocE0GPhd62MdOOWCMxaaLxCBs-7aoT1orGADjqsRSerKjh7id1ueJLMX6mZmRFb9RZ5PMAtIw3bSOfiqgHSAYCi9ArU8I937MTaQe1woQHCyUB_ba4gUxdl8SZRkdaG1_sPDW6XwI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="286" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT5GF6_j11_EharjQOi7UFZevcSCeHJMjtEm5b3jFnThocE0GPhd62MdOOWCMxaaLxCBs-7aoT1orGADjqsRSerKjh7id1ueJLMX6mZmRFb9RZ5PMAtIw3bSOfiqgHSAYCi9ArU8I937MTaQe1woQHCyUB_ba4gUxdl8SZRkdaG1_sPDW6XwI" width="215" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-36875370196924354992023-06-04T21:36:00.004-06:002023-06-04T21:36:47.786-06:00June 4, 2023<p>Today was a difficult day and a good day for me. I attended the first Paws To People event without my partner of 44 years who originally developed the concept for our nonprofit. I am carrying on our tradition of education at this event as Sue would have wanted it to be done. Paws To People has been in existence for ten years, and I am compelled to become its frontman and spokesman. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9gBTbVTt_tmLNAkgXxmXz8Rj5V2ZVl-S0IzdZqWKrRIu1w2HnD9nNS84ToVDFa7wHgX8hatYoL3KkzNIERI9Ngg22VANugqSf_dmkms1ilYCMeHsZyRE-kNaYnKD7ifmPvF8380ZXp7Rz-fBOXYWA7LeV31c2uZubh-qxKGvd6SOVuvTEhE/s2254/20230604_113220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2254" data-original-width="1852" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9gBTbVTt_tmLNAkgXxmXz8Rj5V2ZVl-S0IzdZqWKrRIu1w2HnD9nNS84ToVDFa7wHgX8hatYoL3KkzNIERI9Ngg22VANugqSf_dmkms1ilYCMeHsZyRE-kNaYnKD7ifmPvF8380ZXp7Rz-fBOXYWA7LeV31c2uZubh-qxKGvd6SOVuvTEhE/s320/20230604_113220.jpg" width="263" /></a></div>Thanks to Fat Katz for organizing and sponsoring the event. Paws To People has held many such events in the past, and so I know how much work happens behind the scenes to make a successful event. Even so, I returned to the house afterward and just sat in a chair for a while to restore my depleted reserves. The entire White Dog Army was very well behaved in my absence, and I am appreciative of each of them as well.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUNLeMtG-dcMZjvnkpqfppVF6nNN-Ehv7X2vFi2CCc_6_EAVXUCJm1Qec0o3qeRAkY1ZLpFdY1nOf4XRJNyptMFm4gmlK2FI1oWPuSd6f_lOcLFYgRZm3pFaW8VPZZs1rBgSULD3EqMunT33_Fq8swYJsABCSFpOO0HnCU5VZDuzXwnnz6ks/s4000/20230604_110146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1868" data-original-width="4000" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUNLeMtG-dcMZjvnkpqfppVF6nNN-Ehv7X2vFi2CCc_6_EAVXUCJm1Qec0o3qeRAkY1ZLpFdY1nOf4XRJNyptMFm4gmlK2FI1oWPuSd6f_lOcLFYgRZm3pFaW8VPZZs1rBgSULD3EqMunT33_Fq8swYJsABCSFpOO0HnCU5VZDuzXwnnz6ks/s320/20230604_110146.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1CdYk2e0BCMgDmcGU47evgloLghq-8dgeZzXZ_rBBxL_nGKy6vX8w048roO-uzLUCkpP9eM3y5wK7pYenfOF1Ao04Ep5TH9HDeYX-du0aX1MsLejWfZoSFnH1qh2nrjqWKI1UwyKJmaDtTNkxvj19yAfUqbPESjZsZ7yIKPPcOeYerBWAUk/s1459/FB_IMG_1685898311151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1459" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1CdYk2e0BCMgDmcGU47evgloLghq-8dgeZzXZ_rBBxL_nGKy6vX8w048roO-uzLUCkpP9eM3y5wK7pYenfOF1Ao04Ep5TH9HDeYX-du0aX1MsLejWfZoSFnH1qh2nrjqWKI1UwyKJmaDtTNkxvj19yAfUqbPESjZsZ7yIKPPcOeYerBWAUk/s320/FB_IMG_1685898311151.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-20429397912680452342023-06-04T21:12:00.000-06:002023-06-04T21:12:29.895-06:00June 3, 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkLZMTLfYmb5PW6WaQCqcSpN5PJN5hNrhD5gDGltxHWurz69KICOHkZb_FztimDgfAXf2WLwGB4vftIeOkJlnP7BJnn7oLd5au23ey3_2e8q2Ck6vdZlhPnDY_0JEfkdS7EfVE6e1qLqYv45ViZ8FIyKHI3Xv36Tla_62ojttNhhym3TqMB4/s320/Roman2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="318" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkLZMTLfYmb5PW6WaQCqcSpN5PJN5hNrhD5gDGltxHWurz69KICOHkZb_FztimDgfAXf2WLwGB4vftIeOkJlnP7BJnn7oLd5au23ey3_2e8q2Ck6vdZlhPnDY_0JEfkdS7EfVE6e1qLqYv45ViZ8FIyKHI3Xv36Tla_62ojttNhhym3TqMB4/s1600/Roman2.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Always the thinking boy, Roman has found a way to keep watch through the windows without leaving the coolest spot in the living room. From his comfy position, My Boy can see clearly out of the front windows; Hazel and Diva provide closeup confirmation from their positions in the watching chairs.</span><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-73346506315075436292023-06-04T07:27:00.003-06:002023-06-04T07:27:46.882-06:00June 2, 2023<p> </p><p>The White Dog Army has decided that I'm not getting enough fresh air and vitamin D. "You spend too much time cooped up in the office staring at the computer," Lilly told him this morning. "We have decided that we'll all take you outside for twenty minutes every day. You can sit in a chair in the sunlight, take a nap, walk around the yard, toss the ball for us. The point is to be outside," Zsofia continued. "You will see it will make a big difference in your mental health to just change your routine," Roman finished. "It does for me."</p><p>The Army gathered in the office to nudge me toward the door about 5:30 this evening. "Treats when we return," Bailey called over her shoulder. Diva ran past and through the dog door to catch up with the others. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSu3yovCx-SdoYeTHbLyFUhbPPhXwwWe2keOL5gRSKZKSVHxwYF_ATLKc12Wk8W4X4hKp1V7a5yzqU_73pAc6AO15uqpOvcGPWb2vjiFkGCGPLnEbGE5cefYzlCVgGjSCTv9_ZNkviJEC3UVg6sv7Djw_dD8hla3NCL4CgKJxpZ7Dc5kJenI/s320/Opal2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSu3yovCx-SdoYeTHbLyFUhbPPhXwwWe2keOL5gRSKZKSVHxwYF_ATLKc12Wk8W4X4hKp1V7a5yzqU_73pAc6AO15uqpOvcGPWb2vjiFkGCGPLnEbGE5cefYzlCVgGjSCTv9_ZNkviJEC3UVg6sv7Djw_dD8hla3NCL4CgKJxpZ7Dc5kJenI/s1600/Opal2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>I was heading for the chair on the paved area but Opal called me to the back of the yard. "Dad, come see these pretty little purple flowers!" </p><p>I heard her and hustled over to where she stood. "Horse nettles," I said darkly. "These must go right away. Let me get my gloves and the weed burner. Every pup stay away from these and any others you find." Opal looked at Zso sadly. "What did I do wrong?" she asked her sister. "This is not what we had planned."</p><p>"Horse nettle stings and are poisonous. Years ago I scorched the yard to get rid of it because Ferguson almost died from eating it. It's nearly impossible to kill them since it grows all over the neighborhood and spreads through its roots." Zso turned to all of the others who had gathered. "This is serious stuff, if you find any, let me know ASAP. I'll be out here every day on the hunt. Opal, you are a hero for finding this."</p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-17796692331470811312023-06-01T23:03:00.004-06:002023-06-01T23:03:50.237-06:00June 1, 2023<p> Zsofia Marie, international Husky of intrigue, stalks the arrival of June. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCEQtSSu_Mw4KKno5l4up2ugFG0j6j_DhSKTEfo9ZmybE79tuv24eODqUE7xBLMX-RqzOisz_FzHW9DvaUo8f-A3g-rJYYnyKBnvCAMxo9e3p9rgDz6rFmEkdF8sQe64LoP7YrY7wkcF8pt4nFIMQssTOnYgmUkmMkFq-QXO7lkf2TQIZ23PI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1532" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCEQtSSu_Mw4KKno5l4up2ugFG0j6j_DhSKTEfo9ZmybE79tuv24eODqUE7xBLMX-RqzOisz_FzHW9DvaUo8f-A3g-rJYYnyKBnvCAMxo9e3p9rgDz6rFmEkdF8sQe64LoP7YrY7wkcF8pt4nFIMQssTOnYgmUkmMkFq-QXO7lkf2TQIZ23PI" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And so we have arrived at June. Summer is creeping, or in some cases striding, across the land. And already...The very spirit of summer breathes today, here where I sun myself in a dreamy mood in our back yard while the birds sing and the dogs sniff out the good smells of greenery grown from the recent rains.</div><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-77081433665642395952023-06-01T08:47:00.000-06:002023-06-01T08:47:02.280-06:00May 31, 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3sTyFuPeWh_zY9GxHPuf5IocCrii3Av1-cdFEsYdqmVjNni6RJZc7NH_xRQN-MztOGw1tMy0tPeLq16mEsn5ua5mvUE__86l3Y-WKuWN6dk4UbWApZa087Xb5PJ-pg-D8a7oPdlbsjcghpQmYGpsY-gCVnmjy-g_zHCY5RIJ2-cf2cYV8a8/s2048/Opal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3sTyFuPeWh_zY9GxHPuf5IocCrii3Av1-cdFEsYdqmVjNni6RJZc7NH_xRQN-MztOGw1tMy0tPeLq16mEsn5ua5mvUE__86l3Y-WKuWN6dk4UbWApZa087Xb5PJ-pg-D8a7oPdlbsjcghpQmYGpsY-gCVnmjy-g_zHCY5RIJ2-cf2cYV8a8/s320/Opal.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Opal was enjoying some dad time having her legs massaged and tummy rubbed. She was nearly asleep when I felt the "plop" and the other side of the bed. Opal sighed, "It never fails if someone is getting extra attention and Diva finds out she pushes her way in."</span><p></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I continued stroking my little girl's hips. "Just ignore her; she's watching birds out the window. There is plenty of room up here. She can have my focus when we are done but I bet she'll get bored and go in search of Lilly first."</span></div>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-16990676498164518462023-05-30T22:25:00.001-06:002023-05-30T22:25:28.463-06:00May 30, 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBIUv5-115wMRer8Y_DP9mAc1117vh9-5Ez1kHASwpEvP5k8r6VJ8nhrV7wX4GiiMNkMWam2d-MNz6p8NKJIBixz_TX8IKerZ375PDzZXp3Ebg-z48Isen5j6AINz07mq9HH9TPADMSAHuT_doU74iJWicF0-EU4ScVbc_v35pCGCmYeU7GU/s373/282149381_453513939912897_8317528971355607522_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="373" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBIUv5-115wMRer8Y_DP9mAc1117vh9-5Ez1kHASwpEvP5k8r6VJ8nhrV7wX4GiiMNkMWam2d-MNz6p8NKJIBixz_TX8IKerZ375PDzZXp3Ebg-z48Isen5j6AINz07mq9HH9TPADMSAHuT_doU74iJWicF0-EU4ScVbc_v35pCGCmYeU7GU/s320/282149381_453513939912897_8317528971355607522_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">"Look, Dad, all of the flowers on our Desert Bird of Paradise shrub have burst into bloom! They're so pretty. I would love to just rest under the branches and watch the hummingbirds and the butterflies visit but the ants also seem to like it and they crawl into my furs. Maybe I'll come up by you and watch from the deck."</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWA-nmbQvkHIv3Rm-uuVz029aY3-rpbVsdQunGutDdfLdVZIXJfZ_UR1DPI9b9ozr083grotsisepGRuAd3gNxEbh8Sa_0lzAAqRnQq-NOog25UFu_W8RVYKCt8ot4NuYHIbhabF7qiu_50uNizwunsDYddol77J4fO1csftgOQ1sx1dx76s8/s2048/281418434_10221669604512129_2412978145150613689_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWA-nmbQvkHIv3Rm-uuVz029aY3-rpbVsdQunGutDdfLdVZIXJfZ_UR1DPI9b9ozr083grotsisepGRuAd3gNxEbh8Sa_0lzAAqRnQq-NOog25UFu_W8RVYKCt8ot4NuYHIbhabF7qiu_50uNizwunsDYddol77J4fO1csftgOQ1sx1dx76s8/s320/281418434_10221669604512129_2412978145150613689_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-4417794313511108392023-05-29T22:42:00.002-06:002023-05-29T22:42:40.138-06:00May 29, 2023<p class="MsoNormal">Dearest reader: I've had over a month of health challenges,
but all things pass and I am back to a state of health and am able to
concentrate on important things like this blog. Sue never missed a day of
writing, but my life has been a little chaotic with the aforementioned health
challenges and doctor appointments. If chaos has the ability to provide meaning
to life, my life is truly imbued with meaning.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The best thing about returning to a state of health is that
life looks so much more amazing and full of color. Living a life in color for
me means loving and appreciating every aspect of life, being free from
judgement, and above all else - being happy.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">All of the members of the White Dog Army are well and they have been a continuous joy and comfort to me as have
many friends who have provided so much support. There is more to come for me,
such as my hip surgery that is now scheduled for August 24, but please know
that I will not be deterred from writing to you. This blog belongs to you as
much as it did to Sue. You are appreciated and loved. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Here
is a photo of Shayna enjoying an afternoon sunshine break in the yard. She loves her toys so much that she brings them outside with her.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLEr9jAmuCLh5_ns-urQ6Zol-2RVZeCV7VO1mdbSuYZHXp961vtaekH9fDb8SvsGessPcXE-rUf3P5Cyah7MQ00_YPqrifXuubFOcKxeWCoRdlCfwavyetZzMq3EiO7Jmt2bPpM7EatY3S4YXEYFqRAOcZQcHTG7WTV4ByE1KfJQksGaak1Q/s2992/20230517_083904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2992" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLEr9jAmuCLh5_ns-urQ6Zol-2RVZeCV7VO1mdbSuYZHXp961vtaekH9fDb8SvsGessPcXE-rUf3P5Cyah7MQ00_YPqrifXuubFOcKxeWCoRdlCfwavyetZzMq3EiO7Jmt2bPpM7EatY3S4YXEYFqRAOcZQcHTG7WTV4ByE1KfJQksGaak1Q/s320/20230517_083904.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-32913568731205422062023-04-18T17:50:00.001-06:002023-04-18T17:50:54.005-06:00April 17, 2023<p>It often happens in the White Dog Army that clamoring desire is based not so much on need but rather, on the fact that the others are getting something that MAY be delicious.</p><p>Diva did not come from a background of culinary diversity. Her true desires run along more traditional dog "likes:" bits of hot dog, soft duck chews, chicken from my dinner plate. To her credit, she will try new options...especially if the rest of the WDA excitedly accepts what is being offered. She has learned to accept and munch away at Diva-size appropriate baby brussels sprouts which are a family favorite, for example. </p><p>Not to be left out Diva also accepts tidbits she is not so sure of, like this morning's blueberry. While this fruit is a key ingredient in our homemade food, THOSE blueberries are mushed up in the food processor and thus have a different texture and initial taste.</p><p>Diva sat next to me as we all shared my morning fruit. She politely accepted her blue globe and enjoyed batting it around as the others gobbled theirs. After breakfast she moved to the office recliner to supervise my work. The blueberry was gone and I assumed she finally ate it.</p><p>It was not until she jumped down from the chair to join the WDA song to the mail carrier that I discovered that Diva had been roosting on the morning blueberry. Even though she did not want the fruit, she cleverly protected it under her body in case of a change of mind...or maybe as a guard against starvation should real treats get hijacked.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDkXo36Kyf3Z7jK_Sa8py2NXok9R7SChNJEctktP1dWy_nTcvnN37ffbFGBRJrem1xV-Yq7R8-uUbhfxjB-3f_SckMkQheHqmWA-HAqOvtbRDmaTcpUVq_05it7OTZyp54UsPlJDkFzVnH23jJyEVIErLj1iYf35QHKb1hd_bEQNYM_BobGug" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="752" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDkXo36Kyf3Z7jK_Sa8py2NXok9R7SChNJEctktP1dWy_nTcvnN37ffbFGBRJrem1xV-Yq7R8-uUbhfxjB-3f_SckMkQheHqmWA-HAqOvtbRDmaTcpUVq_05it7OTZyp54UsPlJDkFzVnH23jJyEVIErLj1iYf35QHKb1hd_bEQNYM_BobGug" width="239" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-91263016372951686612023-04-17T18:02:00.001-06:002023-04-17T18:02:08.018-06:00April 15, 2023<p>"Dad, I'm so disappointed. You promised me a spa day today, and you spent the day and night sitting at your computer. This was a really boring weekend. I can't believe you've worked for twenty hours across the two days! At least you fed us breakfast and dinner." sighed Zsofia.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3l4VWSa3lUoKRJStaMuOzN1Q6KW-1DXG1sdXlZla6v6pXfpcuLsUZEUxZc4KhpZDxd8_jMhMsYUj08elND8ll2kG0AqIPcOeZFJ_pQ5-e3uaT0AIlmdSxAjbipO2C56fox6H9nqocB6bpIp02YxYXRPurasedMxWHXQiSDt6V_9KIfJwC7MM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3l4VWSa3lUoKRJStaMuOzN1Q6KW-1DXG1sdXlZla6v6pXfpcuLsUZEUxZc4KhpZDxd8_jMhMsYUj08elND8ll2kG0AqIPcOeZFJ_pQ5-e3uaT0AIlmdSxAjbipO2C56fox6H9nqocB6bpIp02YxYXRPurasedMxWHXQiSDt6V_9KIfJwC7MM" width="240" /></a></div><br />"Well girls, I had a deadline for Friday at the end of the work day to finish my project (90% complete turn-in), but my team had not finished their work. Yes, this included me. I spent the entire weekend working on the project. In addition, I had to load a computer with software for a new employee who is starting her first professional job just weeks before graduating with her Masters Degree. Now, I must work just a few hours more on Monday morning to meet our extended deadline of noon. Don't worry, I will feed you breakfast as well."<p></p><p>Bailey joined in the complaint session, "Dad, we didn't even play in the back yard for more than a half-hour today. How do you expect us girls to stay fit and trim?" <br /></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-52894817503430667082023-04-16T22:45:00.004-06:002023-04-16T22:45:51.286-06:00April 15, 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZXf74n1R3v_sAcN7CHJ0z2A4X6lh1vfXtWz9aovZuc-xnV1mjZ422ELadddafHA9BsrZ1a3ldxtKOYPDPDZoZqspL_cpJYgvSOtFRSqnv4t1kIlpYsNYo3xJvQG-KPifQp0DG7afl_5d47SXGNdjuAcAgGxP59BAhZDfly5V2uZrAf9DRS74" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1532" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZXf74n1R3v_sAcN7CHJ0z2A4X6lh1vfXtWz9aovZuc-xnV1mjZ422ELadddafHA9BsrZ1a3ldxtKOYPDPDZoZqspL_cpJYgvSOtFRSqnv4t1kIlpYsNYo3xJvQG-KPifQp0DG7afl_5d47SXGNdjuAcAgGxP59BAhZDfly5V2uZrAf9DRS74" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You know that trick in EVERY magician's repertoire? The one where the master of wizardry pulls a scarf from a pocket or an ear...and continues to pull until an entire string of fabric is revealed?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I was the "stooge" being set up when Lilly sat next to me, mouth tightly shut, eyes innocent. Shayna, the Penn of the WDA Penn and Teller duo, prompted, "Ask Lilly what she's got in her mouth, dad." I asked and Lilly turned her head away saying nothing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I looked over my shoulder at Shayna. "Look, dad, you can see a little corner of white in her mouth. Don't you wonder what it could be?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-D3RysCYAoA-c-97qZzGGFGQFwKZhQJP8mgY7U6-jIXUSBxC1ZgjkWoo4fQsRODLUD_thrQZgsgLR1jx35cKXdoR2_IgIlNoY1_-V-DO_7WxySV3lSVsSAm5l_LiY_9SYLMgPzvIho6KbW5BGrnrZ0HToo7U-L0RCRXCMf2W9zjvCTc0KvIc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="578" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-D3RysCYAoA-c-97qZzGGFGQFwKZhQJP8mgY7U6-jIXUSBxC1ZgjkWoo4fQsRODLUD_thrQZgsgLR1jx35cKXdoR2_IgIlNoY1_-V-DO_7WxySV3lSVsSAm5l_LiY_9SYLMgPzvIho6KbW5BGrnrZ0HToo7U-L0RCRXCMf2W9zjvCTc0KvIc" width="217" /></a></div><br />I was sure it was a tissue but I played along. "See if you can give it a tug and pull it out," Shayna directed. Lilly was not giving the trick away easily and wrestled a bit until I had her by the jaw and eased out the fiber sheet. "Oh look!" I said feigning surprise. "A kleenex!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Oh but you are not done yet," Shayna insisted. "Look again." There was another tiny corner peeking out of the same spot between Lilly's teeth. I pulled out a second damp wad and this time I pressed her mouth to get her to open wider. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"You are ruining the trick," Shayna pleaded as I pulled out a total of four tissues from between Lilly's lips. "Do I have them all?" I asked trying to fish my finger around in the drool and darkness. Bailey had found a box of kleenex and, between her and Lilly, managed to completely dissect the entire box. Bailey denied any involvement in the escapade, of course.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_OQLNltekeFikH-BBGl22RZPXt9q0d0yZMReGknab-1xHUiJZ7ql2fgL0C4itvoy77PihA4Y7hMgBiZa4pwA8GrtF8uq0JZDl2Ljr23bmvd7LJxOZrwUWHixG87NYOCja-6LhE1lADTj4mv7Mv2nxLOnCD7f2szwDZCAUeLuMCDMvBnj1dak" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1576" data-original-width="1112" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_OQLNltekeFikH-BBGl22RZPXt9q0d0yZMReGknab-1xHUiJZ7ql2fgL0C4itvoy77PihA4Y7hMgBiZa4pwA8GrtF8uq0JZDl2Ljr23bmvd7LJxOZrwUWHixG87NYOCja-6LhE1lADTj4mv7Mv2nxLOnCD7f2szwDZCAUeLuMCDMvBnj1dak" width="169" /></a></div><br /></div></div><p><br /></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-51482039623647561342023-04-15T16:44:00.001-06:002023-04-15T16:44:06.662-06:00April 14, 2023<p>Roman is the last WDA member for pre-bed exercise. He and I go out into the yard, always joined by the entire crew, to do a final check of the perimeter, take care of business and rummage around in the dark. Then the girls come in through the dog door and I bring Roman through the kitchen door, with a stop to pick up "go into your crate" treats for him. That's the routine.</p><p>During the rummaging in the dark part of the excursion, out in the far corner of the yard, Roman erupted into snarling. It was followed by Bailey returning the challenge. "Oh no," I thought. "The mellow Roman has run out of congeniality." I was standing by the back door and couldn't see that far into the yard.</p><p>Zsofia came bounding by me and entered the house through the dog door followed by Bailey moving at zoomie speed. Neither looked frightened and their body language conveyed antics, not anguish. Roman strolled up to me as if nothing had happened and we went into the kitchen.</p><p>All the girls, including Shayna and Hazel, were strung ahead and behind as though they were escorting a rock star. I'm not sure whether it was a fight or just play. It was too dark to see. No one seems to have a problem now if there ever was one.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJhsytAnd5_GBPO4HBzV42KlIjj3Oy1HXlQIj5q-DqKbo2XeOlDF05Qt_VmEh1fWG_uB4mOCmZ1yrUcTFBKbtVIoqgWA_qABqhqdPDnmnO0E5_q0vEsN3QA3g6aVLqQUNm0ZyuQmeKz5MKDGlj46qmKOCEB-Rw-42P1ticZbvR3NKa1QaoOXo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="272" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJhsytAnd5_GBPO4HBzV42KlIjj3Oy1HXlQIj5q-DqKbo2XeOlDF05Qt_VmEh1fWG_uB4mOCmZ1yrUcTFBKbtVIoqgWA_qABqhqdPDnmnO0E5_q0vEsN3QA3g6aVLqQUNm0ZyuQmeKz5MKDGlj46qmKOCEB-Rw-42P1ticZbvR3NKa1QaoOXo" width="146" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-72669942094817949252023-04-13T22:35:00.000-06:002023-04-13T22:35:03.652-06:00April 13, 2023<p>Since before the pandemic began, I have worked from home, connected to the office by computer and cell phone. A lessening of restrictions means that some meetings are being conducted in person and that I make the trip to the office.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhW8ftf8btcqb6oDJwsPfKA0Rpjl3USJNiM6PtI0adsqcEFPnE0metnl-dfA9PMgjuhNzo8PUj0QpH4sv_wZo2lYPQo0fUMvF-367bQbxIeOajG9BqIAkqjx9cYRUdPm2eUwNNUCstUiOl-RqfkTdDbXkv2qG1g_m5M2n8UejVRaxWs_SpaEaY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhW8ftf8btcqb6oDJwsPfKA0Rpjl3USJNiM6PtI0adsqcEFPnE0metnl-dfA9PMgjuhNzo8PUj0QpH4sv_wZo2lYPQo0fUMvF-367bQbxIeOajG9BqIAkqjx9cYRUdPm2eUwNNUCstUiOl-RqfkTdDbXkv2qG1g_m5M2n8UejVRaxWs_SpaEaY" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Leaving the house is a complicated ritual. I must explain to the White Dog Army where I am going, the reason for leaving, and give the time of my return. Each pup gives a sniff and receives a pet as I move toward the door. Once the house door is opened the Army surges onto the sunporch. Much merriment ensues as I wave them back into the house. The WDA strategy is to attempt to keep one pup on the porch for each one sent back inside. As the game progresses, I pull the front door closed slightly more until the Army is inside, noses pressed against the door, and a song of sadness fills the neighborhood. I can then open the front door and head out to the car. All faces shift to the windows and compete to look the most pathetic while I back down the driveway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My return is sensed even before the car is near the house. Usually Opal or Roman sound the "He's Back!" alert to draw the Army to the front door. The time is noted and compared to what they expected. Diva leaps up and down attempting, I think, to turn the doorknob so that she can be first to greet me. Opal and Zsofia run back and forth between the front windows to indicate that I am here (as if their uproar in the living room is not warning enough).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can track my progress from the car to inside of the house by the increased frenzy. Seldom do I need to say, "I am home!". I come into the house, wrapped in the Army who swarm over me for a group welcome...and hopeful faces suggest that maybe I have brought treats home with me...you know, like a vacation souvenir.</div></div><p><br /><br /></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-74119763400022881352023-04-12T17:01:00.002-06:002023-04-12T17:01:09.743-06:00April 12, 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKL5jpaeyXXSmKji2ZGjxCUXZvWXKGcp3V3LZH4ejPnBtfBTgPyUSEyVQPhwcBjuC8lJ4ARBDlLe3he30hndSQBGaU_99PqqtV_n8-lMHz0s5xDiAB7x3rib4_d90ldj8s9S_Ryz6lzoNkR6IyGqUP3uuvY9mcFWd1OLMUBD7sl5qfoJ8kIUs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKL5jpaeyXXSmKji2ZGjxCUXZvWXKGcp3V3LZH4ejPnBtfBTgPyUSEyVQPhwcBjuC8lJ4ARBDlLe3he30hndSQBGaU_99PqqtV_n8-lMHz0s5xDiAB7x3rib4_d90ldj8s9S_Ryz6lzoNkR6IyGqUP3uuvY9mcFWd1OLMUBD7sl5qfoJ8kIUs" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>Zsofia watched as I took my winter coat and a couple of heavy sweaters out of my closet. "What are you going to do with those, Dad?" she asked. "Even if we have a chilly day, Sweet Girl, I am VERY sure I will not need these for many months," he told her. "I am going to move them to the wardrobe in the basement; there's no need to take space up here."</p><p>"You make me a bit jealous," she said as she arched her hip to allow him to pluck a tuft of shedding coat. "I wish I could just put away the heavy furs and be comfortable in an instantly lighter-weight and less itchy one." "Well, little Miss, remember Bailey's trip to the baths last week? It just may be my itty bitty baby girl's turn this weekend!"</p><p><br /></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-49224218775884487002023-04-11T17:37:00.007-06:002023-04-11T17:37:36.104-06:00April 11, 2023<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEsfQVID_udWR-K0zegB4ikyd8r64zbQ4wSM8jBeq-MPIrswEO0cB2WCIj7SjhZAISyntXmJzjzvfgW389Wx8BgWEtGUuFcfnCpp59ElemwWlELc-jFT810xUYO6tQwjbb8yQRHSZsr9Vpf5k583kNkRvPL3yy4eGiqcQc8C0HDaI9UK2rZ-A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEsfQVID_udWR-K0zegB4ikyd8r64zbQ4wSM8jBeq-MPIrswEO0cB2WCIj7SjhZAISyntXmJzjzvfgW389Wx8BgWEtGUuFcfnCpp59ElemwWlELc-jFT810xUYO6tQwjbb8yQRHSZsr9Vpf5k583kNkRvPL3yy4eGiqcQc8C0HDaI9UK2rZ-A" width="180" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everyone had tasks today that demanded our attention. I traded my 32' ladder that I no longer needed to a neighbor for a Paws To People donation this morning. Roman supervised dust management on the deck while Bailey tested the relax-ability factor of the concrete floor on the front porch, a favored warm weather place to rest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ3CFy2v-5-2bMlL-VKfQeB88RlewsSK5OUlaU0ygVHuOYWrluqZRAsJ0i0E1wapzDRBZFmXcYsjtoxybzMNZoUkcFPnb5nBI2cBDHRjHn290-EW0_aYqLknzPUhKC9hLszSL9DUg8J_b3186vT4EBiXB5fLFEKqdOivbN7M2go847T1U_yFc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2992" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ3CFy2v-5-2bMlL-VKfQeB88RlewsSK5OUlaU0ygVHuOYWrluqZRAsJ0i0E1wapzDRBZFmXcYsjtoxybzMNZoUkcFPnb5nBI2cBDHRjHn290-EW0_aYqLknzPUhKC9hLszSL9DUg8J_b3186vT4EBiXB5fLFEKqdOivbN7M2go847T1U_yFc" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Opal sorted her toys. Diva was supposed to help but she pulled out a single toy and then curled up on top of it and slept. Opal worked alone, carefully placing some comfortably in the crate while some toys remained in the toybox.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcRbG7aHMZRhSGlDLvo3IUMc_r1qybpQz_UVQeJ0AjRLOAc_u9NDR4nNVGH1WiPFyPsgKyNVeXgjBp0VbjpHJkjF70wve0GEOxYVhCmHtIPO6sXHnSjD-fWfT4zd9-yzq_W76I4bYcUcMWCNBWXfNDCcrnsuPXmhf_BtJ85wyheYgHQXQ2DAI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcRbG7aHMZRhSGlDLvo3IUMc_r1qybpQz_UVQeJ0AjRLOAc_u9NDR4nNVGH1WiPFyPsgKyNVeXgjBp0VbjpHJkjF70wve0GEOxYVhCmHtIPO6sXHnSjD-fWfT4zd9-yzq_W76I4bYcUcMWCNBWXfNDCcrnsuPXmhf_BtJ85wyheYgHQXQ2DAI" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Afterward, Opal took time to sunbathe on the deck.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigtrOXRkuNVDaBqpRZiUoZNB30aXlxd_NIf2w9he47CIqPdmI08_qId6h7LNC2Ih2E4ucSav9oFI6aSyV9KAVY7DEyglRwqk-pM9ik1tFG5zzpNoyUG8Yb3OgOTgzatjdvdMTPUszefH0SxctMeh8zlHxoNiVVw0NuW_hq0pSbxSvbdLWXT88" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigtrOXRkuNVDaBqpRZiUoZNB30aXlxd_NIf2w9he47CIqPdmI08_qId6h7LNC2Ih2E4ucSav9oFI6aSyV9KAVY7DEyglRwqk-pM9ik1tFG5zzpNoyUG8Yb3OgOTgzatjdvdMTPUszefH0SxctMeh8zlHxoNiVVw0NuW_hq0pSbxSvbdLWXT88" width="240" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /></div><br /><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-26231837497208058272023-04-11T17:15:00.000-06:002023-04-11T17:15:17.375-06:00April 10, 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhicPIq6WZ0KcWwIKykyDSQ-qYGlOK_eiuSxGtmghnrAvxDI7-kPqzgBWDzMfV4l-z4teGAvTJQlEBws-qr507bynBDVpaTWYEVK3q6D_-Qm0C15PArlSB4FnVEzqIjALlbcS486h45WZMo_X89MrdwhiQtVeF-CnwvBPyuytjP5-VDZkthQY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2992" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhicPIq6WZ0KcWwIKykyDSQ-qYGlOK_eiuSxGtmghnrAvxDI7-kPqzgBWDzMfV4l-z4teGAvTJQlEBws-qr507bynBDVpaTWYEVK3q6D_-Qm0C15PArlSB4FnVEzqIjALlbcS486h45WZMo_X89MrdwhiQtVeF-CnwvBPyuytjP5-VDZkthQY" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Gee, dad, when you come home today, can we play in the yard. Please?" begged Hazel. "I can think of nothing I would rather do than play with you all when I get home from work!" I answered enthusiastically.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTd4komC8WiDRZJm88ZEthuyfq0PduMQoT2uFjZm4PBSXVi_0v4h8DcSnZ_4O_xVezGiKNtqG1QHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-52817037080802882542023-04-10T21:03:00.000-06:002023-04-10T21:03:30.219-06:00April 9, 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUOvtefgbdJcUUwCgxA5yyx3Lj9Pjmkxi9a9b3mMUvP9HFyghxufkOysUUbOP5cijUMaY8izxPt3PgxSpby6hwwYaLshDS0U08YBBWxRKtr4DY6-Iw7eSYDvFBL2behe6051Mx5a67FBW26_eE2FgMgDEN93X0WBJw3Ag56su7YhaULJmpCns" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2992" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUOvtefgbdJcUUwCgxA5yyx3Lj9Pjmkxi9a9b3mMUvP9HFyghxufkOysUUbOP5cijUMaY8izxPt3PgxSpby6hwwYaLshDS0U08YBBWxRKtr4DY6-Iw7eSYDvFBL2behe6051Mx5a67FBW26_eE2FgMgDEN93X0WBJw3Ag56su7YhaULJmpCns" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Bailey was sitting all comfy and cozy this afternoon when I said to her quietly, "Who wants to go for a ride?" Bailey is a delightfully unsuspicious girl who made her way gradually to the door so as to not incite the other girls. I placed the harness on her back and snapped on the leash and we made our way to the car. All the other dogs were now on high alert as Bailey made her way into the car. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGNtONTUtnFw40poWG2kPI5gPblULmVHczeKENRuufoc0VTq5tvs7LwqWcFu6_SN_IyXcwXqiyARcc4IjJ4tLPb7Q1H1CkSB0iUerai-BEcKuim09PakH2Cjgjqrd7z6GbcYdnToRjpUtXy_cSBd40DtT5Q4jLW_K5fB2NJ9RXTxVrdxt3yEo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2208" data-original-width="2208" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGNtONTUtnFw40poWG2kPI5gPblULmVHczeKENRuufoc0VTq5tvs7LwqWcFu6_SN_IyXcwXqiyARcc4IjJ4tLPb7Q1H1CkSB0iUerai-BEcKuim09PakH2Cjgjqrd7z6GbcYdnToRjpUtXy_cSBd40DtT5Q4jLW_K5fB2NJ9RXTxVrdxt3yEo" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As we pulled out of the driveway, I asked her where she thought we were going. "Well, dad, I think we're going for ice cream. Am I right?" Well, lovely lady, where we are going, you will have many treats. How does that sound?" She settled into the back seat and smiled contentedly. She was not quite so happy when I brought her to our favorite pet food store to have a bath. I did ply her with treats to keep her happy, though.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5_0co9AIVreO437X8PuLD1_7B_9G5SUA6oAqCo9kxSap0dg1i_G84XNrmEzZQ9VF4GTdSto_T2yQST_EKm1yF9WbJEWBdsWirluMlEY0t2itGc1CbFVBAlxVr_5RBU6It_Q3fRlFAC5qu4PZpqu3y33pOZJ5QzknYGEzOa_TmC-mranMCTdw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2992" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5_0co9AIVreO437X8PuLD1_7B_9G5SUA6oAqCo9kxSap0dg1i_G84XNrmEzZQ9VF4GTdSto_T2yQST_EKm1yF9WbJEWBdsWirluMlEY0t2itGc1CbFVBAlxVr_5RBU6It_Q3fRlFAC5qu4PZpqu3y33pOZJ5QzknYGEzOa_TmC-mranMCTdw" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I apologized to the bath attendant about what a mess we made in the dog bath as we finished our scrubbing and brushing and blow drying. She said that the mess we made was not the worst she had seen by far. Bailey was quite beautiful afterward as she observed all the hair that she left behind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm3PP2RFzbeCXiT2SzqqB75gG4mODsKLeeOFYejkd9dVnYSCeqsLstodZ7qhbycZuGSiXHUGiQQUKRQ8WyCwaXkYYeUJJoHb4qenFZG0dQXpOh_eVYML_Dqg6yTiYBtRAqVGL2RstkZfQ4wOm1JLQvztc0_9OAsLS6Sx5fQZopiOvlB6s2MWc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2992" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm3PP2RFzbeCXiT2SzqqB75gG4mODsKLeeOFYejkd9dVnYSCeqsLstodZ7qhbycZuGSiXHUGiQQUKRQ8WyCwaXkYYeUJJoHb4qenFZG0dQXpOh_eVYML_Dqg6yTiYBtRAqVGL2RstkZfQ4wOm1JLQvztc0_9OAsLS6Sx5fQZopiOvlB6s2MWc" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /></div><br /></div><br /><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-7326788136909746782023-04-10T15:28:00.003-06:002023-04-10T15:30:03.285-06:00April 8, 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGjhjnEPiTV4sLH2np0gR071lhBUvJfnaUhn9ao1-9Mrmz5gBRzuehRdGIPeET4k5J5ZiuXn4y_orTcVxUXehJ4Pqa26orwWFoF0wOYBcZoMqkVPED8HWAu2xoj_7v252KCZ8wEiLc66NTpBrbuMNM7wgksLDKnr2XTFbisBPSCpkHybxGhTw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGjhjnEPiTV4sLH2np0gR071lhBUvJfnaUhn9ao1-9Mrmz5gBRzuehRdGIPeET4k5J5ZiuXn4y_orTcVxUXehJ4Pqa26orwWFoF0wOYBcZoMqkVPED8HWAu2xoj_7v252KCZ8wEiLc66NTpBrbuMNM7wgksLDKnr2XTFbisBPSCpkHybxGhTw" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Remembering my little man, Sachi, who we lost in 2018. He was my constant companion and was very vocal, despite the two failed de-barking surgeries he endured before we adopted him. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">In 2018, Sachi underwent an eye removal operation. </span><span style="background-color: white;">During the surgery to remove the eye, the operating team had to resort to neonatal puppy-sized tubing to get down his airway and at that felt there had been some scraping internally. But Sachi came through the surgery. Anti-inflammatories were given to him as well as muscle relaxants to keep the air passage relaxed. In light of the constriction, the game plan was to revisit the specialist once he was out of ER to consider options.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Sachi struggled all evening to draw air and when Steve went to visit after dinner he and the vets agreed that, if needed, a tracheotomy would be done to open the throat to more air.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">The little tube was not getting enough oxygen into his traumatized body; his heart was working in overdrive. I got the call while I was walking dogs. In the moments it took for me to run home, jump in the car and drive the 3 minutes to the hospital, the surgeon had attempted the procedure. Steve walked in to find our Little Man's heart had given out. </span><span style="background-color: white;">For 18 minutes CPR was attempted. Sachi had left to join the Angel White Dog Army.</span><br /> </span><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-46596973491122085852023-04-09T22:31:00.000-06:002023-04-09T22:31:16.898-06:00April 7, 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlE3yKhN2Ay_aONoivMw_TSvrQfkPeTB3XHxHAEWxVG2vFKR8ZozKy9DELn3ygBEpJp5_7VAHW1ma7l1eeUX-RNxNbA6Rcy6KCy3ST2-_9Hb2ndwcpi3SuM--4J5Jrf3hNgQ-VoqoteTTZ2vqe6pY75a_g-aP-aurpZiTusWjHJH6m9eCvXcM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="430" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlE3yKhN2Ay_aONoivMw_TSvrQfkPeTB3XHxHAEWxVG2vFKR8ZozKy9DELn3ygBEpJp5_7VAHW1ma7l1eeUX-RNxNbA6Rcy6KCy3ST2-_9Hb2ndwcpi3SuM--4J5Jrf3hNgQ-VoqoteTTZ2vqe6pY75a_g-aP-aurpZiTusWjHJH6m9eCvXcM" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">"What? Can't a couple of buds just share a crate with a sunpuddle to take a nap?" Zsofia wanted to know. "You don't make a fuss or get all smile-y happy when Bailey shares with me...or Opal."</span></div><p></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">"Why of course you can! Have a wonderful nap and sweet dreams...just Zsofia and Roman, together. Forget I am even in the room."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15677921.post-54948562507206901822023-04-09T09:45:00.001-06:002023-04-09T09:45:28.205-06:00April 6, 2023<p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">I opened my eyes to Opal, who was sitting right next to my face. "Don't worry, dad, everything is ok this morning. I thought you might need a little reassurance that it's going to be a perfect day." Everyone piled on to the bed and surrounded me waiting for "good morning" kisses and hugs.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdUe-k59wJnoutd6Xt8ihrRL0y5yWt3TPkLgg4S_Al_wfvP8rqYckkm056lLlPKdOw7488yzhORb7PKCPSg-_yqXnJFAMxzG78oOqpD4BehQtD9ejjW1W7Pi_9usqXl_kSChOg00jWEuV5o8-3PC5bWY84nuhuenbLUwX8iuPMRxQFFulTTQY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdUe-k59wJnoutd6Xt8ihrRL0y5yWt3TPkLgg4S_Al_wfvP8rqYckkm056lLlPKdOw7488yzhORb7PKCPSg-_yqXnJFAMxzG78oOqpD4BehQtD9ejjW1W7Pi_9usqXl_kSChOg00jWEuV5o8-3PC5bWY84nuhuenbLUwX8iuPMRxQFFulTTQY" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUjldGRCbCcz8GX8UuvvQtn-79sG3Y5faIyr77X0uV8FQiISKpXR8x1UCrLo9zytHzN81LpuZjAhPrnAw4zRqt9rnQX3v0gg1Hynd77LxvzgPcxmH25VWR2VXbT-tcaWgK_EfgguB8qHMxgzlHZ4VU4vGDchAOo6Dkzutn8bGU4hCeR4GfaMg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1922" data-original-width="1616" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUjldGRCbCcz8GX8UuvvQtn-79sG3Y5faIyr77X0uV8FQiISKpXR8x1UCrLo9zytHzN81LpuZjAhPrnAw4zRqt9rnQX3v0gg1Hynd77LxvzgPcxmH25VWR2VXbT-tcaWgK_EfgguB8qHMxgzlHZ4VU4vGDchAOo6Dkzutn8bGU4hCeR4GfaMg" width="202" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCc6NSOt8llgubLGBIPltB53RNb4ixHntQYVsW7HwsgnS-7yVGdpaWbsFYngNBshqDIPr1-P3ZnfAnBaQZvAhQ1VaWJlL8QS1JjqLPChwPsMZioF6IKQR23z4daaFoM-ZJYX0mYs8mCzBIauwlLFrgfssaWP8WjiFFPpskt_KO9skKFBTzQCE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCc6NSOt8llgubLGBIPltB53RNb4ixHntQYVsW7HwsgnS-7yVGdpaWbsFYngNBshqDIPr1-P3ZnfAnBaQZvAhQ1VaWJlL8QS1JjqLPChwPsMZioF6IKQR23z4daaFoM-ZJYX0mYs8mCzBIauwlLFrgfssaWP8WjiFFPpskt_KO9skKFBTzQCE" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Opal was right. The most difficult decision was whether to enjoy each other's company in the house or whether we should spend the entire day outside - it's FINALLY in the 60's today!</div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><p></p>Stephen Sehi-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00474066940354854508noreply@blogger.com0