tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130373152008-07-07T15:58:55.427-07:00Wayne's ZooStampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-86512069632940075522008-07-07T15:49:00.000-07:002008-07-07T15:58:55.470-07:00Princess<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SHKfoyeDMsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pD6XOroy85M/s1600-h/princess4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SHKfoyeDMsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pD6XOroy85M/s320/princess4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220410441167221442" /></a><br />Princess crossed the Rainbow Bridge today on my birthday... she was the last of my Bichon Frises... I did have six at one time. Her mother, Lucy was 18 and died a few weeks ago... I'd kept three of her pups from the one time I bred her and Princess was the last at 14. She had a good life but I'm sad.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-4558233572867489062008-06-22T18:16:00.000-07:002008-06-22T18:25:52.945-07:00Zoo's still here<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77bLL3WcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6W7TzeDzZ1A/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77bLL3WcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6W7TzeDzZ1A/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881862819207618" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77c7Id6FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdiZanydnds/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77c7Id6FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdiZanydnds/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881892869728338" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77dVn6DKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sqOnyhAVDuM/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77dVn6DKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sqOnyhAVDuM/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881899980917922" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77e0HZb1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/5oof-qUWup4/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77e0HZb1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/5oof-qUWup4/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881925345931090" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77fNeM_CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fuI2zdEULjg/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KNEw7S8_kOA/SF77fNeM_CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fuI2zdEULjg/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881932152470562" /></a><br />Well, I now have five dogs and six cats... I only have one Bichon Frise left in the family... Princess and she's 14... her sister, Desi, still lives with my good friend, Petchy in Santa Fe but her mother Lucy, brother Spuds, sister Orchid and Uncle Ricky have all crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I have Katrina, the deaf Maltese, Punkin, a Maltese who was left outside all the time but is the greatest pet now and very attached to me as additions to Woody and Li'l Herman and Princess... on the cat side, I have three Persians still... Silver, Cleo and Pinkie and Bella, the Himalayan and two Tuxedo cats just over a year old named Thelma and Louise... or Weezy as I like to call her... if I can figure out how to upload pictures to this new-fangled Google blog, I'll do so... I also have a whole bunch of koi and goldfish in an outdoor pond and they come running to be fed.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1148172164453729492006-05-20T17:42:00.000-07:002008-06-22T18:14:28.589-07:00Fw: New Cat <br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">My latest addition... a three-year-old Persian... believe it or not, she's white right now with a pinkish tinge around her neck which makes her look like a clown... this picture was taken when they'd just pinked her up with Cherry Kool-Aid mixed with the Cream Rinse when they gave her a bath and it lasts for months... she came with the name "Fluffy" but I think I'll call her "Pinkie" in honor of Pinkie Lee... however, that could change... right now, she's hiding somewhere in the store while she gets her bearings...</span> <br />*´¨) <br />¸.·´¸.·*´¨) ¸.·*¨) <br />(¸.·´ (¸.·' ¤ Stampo <br />For a Good Time, visit <a href="http://www.stampo.com/">www.stampo.com</a> <br /> <br />Coming to Las Vegas? Be sure to visit our Las Vegas Retail Store at 1008 E Sahara <br />just two minutes east of the Las Vegas Strip! <br /> <br />Take a virtual tour of our Retail Store and RubberArt Gallery at <br /><a href="http://www.vivalas.blogspot.com/">http://www.vivalas.blogspot.com/</a> <br /> <br />Join in the fun at our forum and Mail Art Gallery at <br /><a href="http://www.stampostore.com/forum/">http://www.stampostore.com/forum/</a> <br /> <br /><table cellpadding="1"><tbody><tr><td><img src="cid:00c801c67c6f$17ef2340$43e5b446@HOMEMACHINE" /> </td></tr><tr><td></a></td></tr></tbody></table> <br />Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1131826482449691772005-11-12T12:14:00.000-08:002005-11-12T12:14:42.470-08:00Am I Famous Now?Am I Famous Now? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips -- just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her. I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my three littermates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times? So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me. My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs. I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I can get too close for touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway. Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm. Am I famous now? I wish I could play with them but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole under the house nursing my puppies. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty. I now have eight puppies. Two got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get some food. Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my puppies. They were crying and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it. Are my babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone. The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good. Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good! Then I felt tired and laid over the arm of the last one who cared. I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1130632930547183722005-10-29T17:42:00.000-07:002005-10-29T17:42:11.143-07:00Snowball Crosses The Rainbow Bridge<DIV><FONT size=4> <DIV><FONT size=4>I couldn't find Snowball all day long and this afternoon, I found her drowned in the fish pond... a palm leaf had been covering her body.&nbsp; Needless to say, I'm sad about her going this way... yes, she was arthritic and old but still got around with her Rimadyl which I just got filled last week when she and my other three Bichons had their Rabies shots.&nbsp; She was nine when I rescued her... her owner had died and she was going to be put to sleep... it will be seven years ago this Thanksgiving...&nbsp; I'll miss her hobbling up her steps to the bed... she always slept on the left side of the bed right up against the headboard and would come over for scratching and petting when she felt the need for it...</FONT></DIV></FONT></DIV>Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1128820950513484892005-10-08T18:22:00.000-07:002005-10-08T21:33:45.160-07:00Thanksgiving<span style="font-size:130%;"><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I have a turkey thawing so I can celebrate the Canadian Thanksgiving as well... it was windy here today but warm... I had to turn on the A/C in the store... I'm SO glad I'm out of snow and cold... I re-named my male Maltese Woody today as he reminds me of Woody Woodpecker. Katrina was spayed yesterday and that's quietened her down temporarily. Cleo, the black cat from Hell, is going to have to go back to the shelter as she's got a real mean streak in her and I'm afraid she'll scratch some kid in the store and I'll get sued... she turns on a dime from being a sweetie to a demon. It's a shame as I HATE taking her back there. My mother will be coming in just about a month and she's going to freak when she sees I have eight dogs now! And two cats after Cleo leaves... but I did get rid of the fish... well, inside anyway as we needed the space for more shelves for stamps but I have fish outside in the pond still.</span></div></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sugar has developed this dementia where she insists on sleeping in the store at night and I can't figure out why. Herman and Woody are wrestling a lot. Woody likes to stick his tongue right in my mouth and persists even when I turn my head.</span>Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1128388836170541442005-10-03T18:20:00.000-07:002005-10-03T18:31:58.823-07:00Haircuts for all today<span style="font-size:130%;">My Coton Li'l Herman got his first haircut today and is looking very sleek... I decided there was no way that I could keep up with the constant brushing needed to keep him long haired... I hated having to "torture" him. So he'll stay looking like the Bichons. I've named the deaf Maltese puppy Katrina and the groomers said I'd picked the perfect name for her... LOL She's a little dynamo chewing and digging and the house is strewn with the evidence as is our "office area" in the store. She's a ball of energy, terrorizes poor old arthritic Snowball and wears out Li'l Herman although they have fun playing Tug O' War with toys and chasing each other and wrestling.</span>Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1127609641885981422005-09-24T17:54:00.000-07:002005-09-24T17:54:01.930-07:00Zoo Update<DIV><FONT size=4></FONT><BR></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=4>I don't know if I posted about the cat I got from the shelter here hiding for 10 days under my bed and then I got someone to get her out and we moved her to the store where I realized her nose and eyes were running so took her to the vet and got Clavamox antibiotic and nose drops for her... cleared up the cold in a few days but by then, my Persian cat was sneezing and then her nose started running although I didn't think they'd even had contact so I started her on the Clavamox and nose drops and now she's better but the Himalayan has sneezed a couple of times and so far, no runny eyes or nose... the last few days, Cleo (the shelter cat) has gone ballistic if you touched her sides and if you held her, she'd swipe at your nose and turn into a demon although she's extremely friendly and wants attention all the time... sits on the rubber buffet when people are there going through the rubber and follows customers around the store wanting to be petted... so I took her to the vet and of course, she didn't react at all when the vet manipulated her sides but she got a pain shot anyway so that was $68 on top of the $51 for the cold... my $13 cat has become very expensive... her name is Cleo now.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT size=4></FONT>&nbsp;</DIV> <DIV><FONT size=4>And my deaf Maltese got my newish glasses last night and bent the nose grip thingie and chewed a little on one lens so I have to go to Lenscrafters tomorrow and get that taken care of... I hope they don't charge me for it but they probably will.&nbsp; It's a good thing she's so cute... she has paper torn up EVERYWHERE and the place looks like a disaster area both here and in the store area where she's taken a liking to wrapping paper.&nbsp; I need to get her spayed soon... maybe then she'll stop humping my arm and the other dogs.&nbsp; LOL&nbsp; She is like a cat and gets up on the table when I'm eating and as soon as I put her back down, she's right back up again.&nbsp; Good thing it's only me eating there... she thinks everyone who comes in the store should hold her and pet her and carry her around ever since a woman did the first day she was in the store and she whines and cries when they don't... I hope she gets over that!&nbsp; Li'l Herman will tolerate her playing with him for a while but he tires of it as she just goes and goes and goes.&nbsp;&nbsp; The other dogs are so old, they can't be bothered and Lucy growls at her and Sugar barks at her when she tries to engage them in play... sometimes, when Li'l Herman and Mitzi are tearing around the house chasing each other, Sugar steps in and barks at them to tell them to settle down.&nbsp; LOL&nbsp; Bella has been lying low ever since Mitzi arrived but each day, she's more visible... Silver doesn't take any guff off her and comes up on the bed with the dogs and sleeps.&nbsp; There are other great cats at the shelter but I'll never dare get another one there as they're all sick. It's a disgrace the way the place is run... typical government operation.&nbsp; They don't know what animals they have or where they are...</FONT></DIV>Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029480494965712005-09-06T10:58:00.001-07:002005-09-06T12:59:11.560-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/sliver.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/sliver.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Silver walking through the plants.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029449289564652005-09-06T10:57:00.000-07:002005-09-06T10:57:29.290-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/silver3.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/silver3.jpg'></a><br />Silver's taking a dim view of the puppy's antics too!Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029415614319352005-09-06T10:56:00.001-07:002005-09-06T10:56:55.613-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/princess7.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/princess7.jpg'></a><br />Yet another look at Princess.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029391163996652005-09-06T10:56:00.000-07:002005-09-06T10:56:31.166-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/princess6.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/princess6.jpg'></a><br />Princess doesn't look too happy about the new puppy...Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029322897169212005-09-06T10:55:00.001-07:002005-09-06T12:48:37.070-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/maltese5.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/maltese5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />How could anyone have kicked and abused this little cutie?Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029359489659362005-09-06T10:55:00.000-07:002005-09-06T12:48:07.446-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/maltese6.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/maltese6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A side view of my new baby Maltese, Miss Scarlet.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029292823102722005-09-06T10:54:00.001-07:002005-09-06T10:54:52.826-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/maltese4.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/maltese4.jpg'></a><br />Yet another bird's-eye-view of my new Maltese puppy rescue.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029254672401882005-09-06T10:54:00.000-07:002005-09-06T10:54:14.676-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/maltese3.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/maltese3.jpg'></a><br />A little washed out but at least it's a face-on shot of my new baby.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029226798648072005-09-06T10:53:00.000-07:002005-09-06T12:49:11.940-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/maltese2.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/maltese2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And here's my Maltese puppy... since she's deaf, I can't get her to look at me for a good picture! And when she's suitably posed, I don't have my camera!Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029136454470572005-09-06T10:52:00.001-07:002005-09-06T13:00:55.853-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/maltese.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/maltese.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My new five-month old Maltese sitting in his chair at the table... she likes to get up on the table too...she's like a cat!Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029168891142572005-09-06T10:52:00.000-07:002005-09-06T10:52:48.896-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/maltese1.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/maltese1.jpg'></a><br />Here's a bird's eye view of my new Maltese puppy...Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029084913951862005-09-06T10:51:00.000-07:002005-09-06T10:51:24.916-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/lucybabies.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/lucybabies.jpg'></a><br />Lucy with her babies... about 12 years ago.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029048634136192005-09-06T10:50:00.001-07:002005-09-06T10:50:48.636-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/herman6.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/herman6.jpg'></a><br />Li'l Herman at rest.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126029019821175912005-09-06T10:50:00.000-07:002005-09-06T10:50:19.826-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/herman5.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/herman5.jpg'></a><br />Li'l Herman's sitting on his chair at the table hoping dinner will be served soon.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1126028970251384332005-09-06T10:49:00.000-07:002005-09-06T10:49:31.686-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/640/herman4.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/56/5999/320/herman4.jpg'></a><br />Li'l Herman having a rest under a chair.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1125884017160662642005-09-04T18:33:00.000-07:002005-09-04T19:13:23.276-07:00Animal UpdateThis little Maltese pup is the cutest thing in the world... I've named her Miss Scarlet. She plays with Herman and chews on my hands like all puppies do and is so inquisitive... checking out everything... she sees herself in the full length mirror and barks at herself and runs away... it's so hard to imagine that she's been kicked and abused and is deaf. I looked and looked under the bed and couldn't find Ebony so had someone younger and thinner come look and he found her and I tried to hold her but she didn't want to be held so he put her in the closet where the food and water and kitty litter are and she's disappeared again but at least I know she's okay and it will just take time... the Maltese thought he was being smart barking at Silver but learned that's not a smart thing to do... Kurt and his wife loved her to death when they were here cat rescuing. She's such a happy bouncy little thing.Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13037315.post-1125873296324500782005-09-04T15:34:00.000-07:002005-09-04T15:34:56.386-07:00New Maltese Puppy Arrives<DIV> <DIV><FONT size=4>I have the deaf Maltese puppy and she's a real sweetie... cute as can be!&nbsp; The dogs have all sniffed her out... she's been abused and kicked... poor little thing.&nbsp; She hasn't been spayed so I'll have to get that attended to.</FONT></DIV></DIV>Stampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03184434931850372020noreply@blogger.com