tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280061682008-07-21T18:29:33.245-07:00Nase and TatzeChad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-77787721731130164382008-07-15T17:23:00.002-07:002008-07-15T17:23:56.043-07:00Nase's Birthday VideoHere is a little tribute to Nase for his birthday<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHjfTsh7KpA"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHjfTsh7KpA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed> </object>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-34530744625254704372008-07-15T05:27:00.003-07:002008-07-15T05:32:40.901-07:00Nase turns 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/SHyXxhZJ5gI/AAAAAAAAB94/KdmTj_wPXVk/s1600-h/2008-07-12+Lisa%27s+Birthday+-2+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/SHyXxhZJ5gI/AAAAAAAAB94/KdmTj_wPXVk/s400/2008-07-12+Lisa%27s+Birthday+-2+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223216544876193282" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Birthday to me! It was my birthday on July 10th. I am now 5 years old which make me middle aged. As you can see by the picture I did a lot of relaxing on my birthday like I do everyday. My birthday got overshadowed by my masters but I suppose I forgive them. They say I am pretty lucky to have the lush life that I do and that I should be grateful. I am a pug, I like to be spoiled, what can I say?Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-81124107120030590172008-06-20T18:11:00.002-07:002008-06-20T18:24:12.915-07:00Long awaited post<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/SFxVwexQ_pI/AAAAAAAABs4/T0duBtl6ras/s1600-h/2008-05-08-Swim+Lessons-pugs+009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/SFxVwexQ_pI/AAAAAAAABs4/T0duBtl6ras/s400/2008-05-08-Swim+Lessons-pugs+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214136759969971858" border="0" /></a>Us with our human brother. He loves us, notice his shirt.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/SFxVwhKTAXI/AAAAAAAABtA/lx9W7wqMSfI/s1600-h/2008-05-08-Swim+Lessons-pugs+012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/SFxVwhKTAXI/AAAAAAAABtA/lx9W7wqMSfI/s400/2008-05-08-Swim+Lessons-pugs+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214136760611832178" border="0" /></a>Yeah, I guess he is alright<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/SFxVw6wj3kI/AAAAAAAABtI/VSzuGRre9yM/s1600-h/2008-03-24-Carter+with+the+pugs+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/SFxVw6wj3kI/AAAAAAAABtI/VSzuGRre9yM/s400/2008-03-24-Carter+with+the+pugs+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214136767483207234" border="0" /></a>Except when he disturbs us during our naps<br /></div><br />Sorry for the bad posting job. Our masters have been too busy updating their blog about their human (and more important) son. We have been getting along alright over here. Carter is starting to bother us a lot more and will pull our fur and stuff. Our mom has been good about trying to stop him and teaching him to be nice. But come on, how many times does it take to learn not to *pull* on our fur? I try and be tolerant but it is just plain mean. Our mom says we have been doing a good job with not playing with the baby toys. Tatze is way worse than I am. She tries to take a lot of baby toys. I only take the ones that are really cool. Like the balls from the "busy ball choo choo." My mom got some video of me waiting for balls to come out and then chasing after them. The most unfair thing around this house is that the baby gets to play with our toys and doesn't get into trouble. Mom says he doesn't know better. How come that excuse doesn't work for me? Enjoy the long awaited update. Hello.....ello....llo.....llo. Anyone.....one.....one....one? Yeah nobody probably checks our site anymore since we haven't updated in a while. Us poor forgotten pugs.Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-47469247582533253842007-12-26T08:50:00.000-08:002007-12-26T08:58:39.418-08:00Christmas 2007<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHlGo2rDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2ta4lcWQ1iE/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+037.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHlGo2rDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2ta4lcWQ1iE/s200/Christmas+2007+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148326395544775730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHlWo2rEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/mA02ASqNXYg/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+038.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHlWo2rEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/mA02ASqNXYg/s200/Christmas+2007+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148326399839743042" border="0" /></a><br />We are checking out our stockings......I know something good is in there!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHmGo2rGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/l2aPwUSaFLg/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+041.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHmGo2rGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/l2aPwUSaFLg/s200/Christmas+2007+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148326412724644962" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHlmo2rFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/B_qDW3H-O70/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+040.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHlmo2rFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/B_qDW3H-O70/s200/Christmas+2007+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148326404134710354" border="0" /></a><br />mmm.....I love bones-----------If you touch this bone I will get you!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHmWo2rHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r9OjElsQ4bk/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+042.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R3KHmWo2rHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r9OjElsQ4bk/s200/Christmas+2007+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148326417019612274" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe if I hide under the tree no one will find me and I can chew my bone in peace!<br /><br /><br />Nase and I had a very nice Christmas. It could have been better if we would have gotten more bones and toys but I suppose we got enough. As you can see by the pictures we got our stockings full of toys and some bones and then we got a present that was stuffed full of toys. We have spent every minute since we got them trying to destroy them, but then what else is a pug to do? Nase got a bit defensive when I tried to steal the last part of his bone and he growled at me but who could ever stay made at this face? We have since made up but I will probably wait a few days before trying to steal a bone from him again. Merry Christmas everyone! We hope it was great for all of you!<br />Love, Nase and TatzeChad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-25713573432314180092007-12-21T05:55:00.000-08:002007-12-21T06:06:06.463-08:00Merry Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R2vIJmo2q8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/-X-d4ktNzV8/s1600-h/Nase-tatze-blog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/R2vIJmo2q8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/-X-d4ktNzV8/s400/Nase-tatze-blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146427066517203906" /></a><br />We want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! We can't wait till Christmas. We see that our stockings are stuffed and that there are presents wrapped with our names on it. We hope you all get what you wished for!<br /><br />Love, Nase and TatzeChad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-58567651493738384732007-09-17T06:45:00.001-07:002007-09-17T06:59:58.083-07:00Our new life<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/Ru6FyESyshI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4DR-eJtEirA/s1600-h/Carter%27s+Second+Week+004.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/Ru6FyESyshI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4DR-eJtEirA/s320/Carter%27s+Second+Week+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111169722304606738" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/Ru6FyUSysiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TJj2KJofawU/s1600-h/Carter-8.16-8.19+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/Ru6FyUSysiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TJj2KJofawU/s320/Carter-8.16-8.19+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111169726599574050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/Ru6Fy0SysjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7D1ciP9UzKI/s1600-h/Carter-8.28-9.1+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/Ru6Fy0SysjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7D1ciP9UzKI/s320/Carter-8.28-9.1+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111169735189508658" border="0" /></a><br />Sorry for not posting much lately. Our masters have been kind of busy if you can tell by the pictures. It has been a big adjustment around here. Pugs don't really like to share and that is what we have to do. You see our humans brought home this really small moving thing that smells like them and makes really loud high pitch noise. At first we liked to sniff and lick him and now we are being told "that's enough" a lot. We don't really appreciate being told not to do something. We have had free reign of this place for a while now and don't really like it that it has stopped. We now have to wait for permission to jump up on laps and furniture and we have to share the sidewalk with a stroller when we walk. This is no life for a pug. On the bright side they keep promising us that he will play with us soon and that he will love us and we will learn to love him too. Even though I don't want to admit it (Nase) I do love him. When he is in a different room from my parents I sit in the hallway between them so I can keep my eye on the both and protect them. And when he cries and my parents are in another room I will go in there and try and alert them of the noise. We are learning, except for Tatze who just keeps trying to be there favorite. The other good thing is that his hands and feet taste good and we both try to steal a lick whenever we get the chance and before we are told "thats enough". Thats all for now. Sorry for the delay in postings, it takes a lot of convincing to get our masters to update our blog and not theirs!Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-26057395146983012962007-05-20T14:37:00.001-07:002007-05-20T14:58:12.960-07:00Smoking Tatze Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/RlC_rIu-DcI/AAAAAAAAABo/tvjCZFYjbiM/s1600-h/Pregnancy-pugs-5-20-07+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/RlC_rIu-DcI/AAAAAAAAABo/tvjCZFYjbiM/s200/Pregnancy-pugs-5-20-07+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066760328591576514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/RlC_rYu-DdI/AAAAAAAAABw/gJgK-JV-skY/s1600-h/Pregnancy-pugs-5-20-07+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/RlC_rYu-DdI/AAAAAAAAABw/gJgK-JV-skY/s200/Pregnancy-pugs-5-20-07+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066760332886543826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">My sister likes to hide under the bed when we are playing. She runs under there for safety. Little does she know that I can fit under there, but I am not nearly as fast as her once I get under the bed. Thats cause I'm a fatty. I usually bark like crazy and inch under the bed until I can smoke her out. Once she is out all hell brakes loose and she comes at me as you can see by the bottom picture. Don't worry I can hold my own, I just like to make her think she can win.</span></span>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-23688413468615219462007-05-15T19:19:00.000-07:002007-05-15T19:33:55.428-07:00Our New Addition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/RkpqcIu-DYI/AAAAAAAAABI/auLi6lcyzFY/s1600-h/Pregnancy-5-07+021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/RkpqcIu-DYI/AAAAAAAAABI/auLi6lcyzFY/s320/Pregnancy-5-07+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064977762544913794" border="0" />Playing in Styrofoam</a><br />I was very curious when I found out we were getting a new kitchen table. It had been wrapped in some styrofoam and I wanted to see what it was. The static electricity made it stick to my face. Don't worry, my masters came to the rescue before I ate it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/RkpqcYu-DZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xsHxPMYFVBM/s1600-h/Pregnancy-5-07+034.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U2FTzYLZ3kQ/RkpqcYu-DZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xsHxPMYFVBM/s320/Pregnancy-5-07+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064977766839881106" border="0" />Our new addition</a><br />As you can see one of our masters is getting fatter. You can tell by the fact that our paws rest nicely on her belly. I can say the we were pretty happy when started noticing the "bulge". We thought this meant more laying around the house eating snacks. Unfortunately for us we were told that a baby is on the way. We are not really sure what this all entails, but if it means less attention for us then we are not happy about this news what so ever. I thought when Tatze came around that that was bad enough, but a loud boring baby, geez what are they trying to do to us! We are happy that we have until September but they are working with us constantly to keep us from jumping, licking, and behaving badly. This is no news a pug wants to hear. They are trying to tell us we have to change our behavior but I don't understand why the baby doesn't have to adjust to us. I mean come on! Look at these faces, you don't get cuter than that. Not even a baby boy! So as you can see our lives have not been so "puggy" lately. Baby changes are tough. Our masters are trying to make us realize that we are still a part of the family, we just need to learn to milk it for all it is worth while we can.Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1166043959732127362006-12-13T12:44:00.000-08:002006-12-13T13:05:59.743-08:00Sun Bathing<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/1600/442445/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/320/372926/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is us doing what we do best, resting.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/1600/879139/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/320/649915/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Sunbathing<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/1600/668663/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/320/30390/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Trying to catch some ZZZ's away from Tatze<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/1600/179668/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/320/721942/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />These are our new toys we got at the Pug Club meet up. We love them. I especially love the stuffed pug. I like to chew on the pugs eyes. I also enjoy finding the squeaker. My mom likes it when I find the squeaker as well.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/1600/303635/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/320/514848/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />After a long day of doggie play. We love eachother....sometimes.<br /></div>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1166042612928166122006-12-13T12:25:00.000-08:002006-12-13T12:43:32.940-08:00Omaha Pug Club meetup<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/1600/310730/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20081.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/320/279226/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Us with our Dad. We were exhausted at this point. All that sniffing can tire a pug out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/1600/657559/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/320/235287/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/1600/233805/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2959/320/989401/Pug%20Club%20December-2006%20079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Nase)As you can see, I am busy making my pug rounds. I enjoyed all the sniffing that went on.<br /><br /><br />This is me (Tatze) checking out the other pugs. I was scared at first when we got there and I kept jumping on this lady's lap for safety. I don't know why I am such a chicken. By the time I get warmed up my mom and dad tell me it is time to go. I think I just like the attention I get when I act like a scared rat.Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1160693137769499432006-10-12T15:21:00.000-07:002006-10-12T15:45:37.783-07:00Our Baby Turned One!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Tatze%27s%20Birthday%2010-11-06%20018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/Tatze%27s%20Birthday%2010-11-06%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It's my Birthday! (yesterday anyway) I am one! I was naughty on my birthday. I thought it was a free day for me and I thought that it meant I could pee where ever I wanted. So I left a nice present for my mom and dad on the rug by the door to go out. Naughty me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Tatze%27s%20Birthday%2010-11-06%20003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Tatze%27s%20Birthday%2010-11-06%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is me eating my birthday meal. Mom and dad got us canned moist dog food for dinner. Of course it was the lowfat healthy kind, but what do we know, we are pugs, we think the inside of our ears taste good. My brother got to share the food with me as well. My parents didn't' think it was fair for me to get something and not him. Plus I got to have some of his birthday treats too! Just a side note to this: Usually I am the top dog around here. I boss my brother around and I get the best toys and bones and things. But when we were both eating our dinner my brother showed me a side I have never seen. You see, I am crazy eater. I usually inhale my kibble whole and fast. No chewing for me. I also go so crazy that the bowl doesn't stay on the mat. I usually push the bowl past the water and over to my brothers bowl. (my parents even tried buying weighted) That is what I did this night and I guess he felt that it was a little to close for comfort for him and he growled at me. See the other annoying thing I do is that I eat in 10 seconds and he eats in 10 minutes. So I patiently wait until he is done and then I ravage his bowl incase he left the smallest of morsels. I think he was afraid I was going to do that a little prematurely. Don't worry my parents saved me. They picked me up and moved my bowl over away from his and we both finished our delicious meal.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Tatze%27s%20Birthday%2010-11-06%20007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Tatze%27s%20Birthday%2010-11-06%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> This is me with one of my new toys. I got 3! Really I am supose to share, but my brother is a pansy so I take what I want.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Tatze%27s%20Birthday%2010-11-06%20012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Tatze%27s%20Birthday%2010-11-06%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> (Tatze) What? He was in my spot, so I showed him!<br />(Nase) Here she goes again. Just wait, one day I will show her!Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1160432632927957802006-10-09T15:08:00.000-07:002006-10-10T14:09:49.713-07:00A weekend with friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Sarah%20and%20Ray%20Visit%2010-06%20068.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Sarah%20and%20Ray%20Visit%2010-06%20068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We had a very fun weekend. Our parents had friends come up to stay with us from Texas. You wouldn't believe the present they brought us. Baby Olivia. She was the most amazing creature we had ever seen. She smelled great and produced an amazing amount of drool of which we both had no problem cleaning up after her. She did make a few crazy noises and few quick moves that made us a little leery, but all in all she was a great gift. As you can see in these pictures she loved our dog bowls. At first we thought she was going to fill them food but then our mom told us that she is a baby and can't do that for us. So then we were sad but decided it was okay to just lick her. Tatze also found a liking to Olivia's boppy pillow and would curl up in ball and sleep on the pillow. Unfortunately our mom didn't have the camera with her but you can imagine how cute it was.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Sarah%20and%20Ray%20Visit%2010-06%20069.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Sarah%20and%20Ray%20Visit%2010-06%20069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Sarah%20and%20Ray%20Visit%2010-06%20064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Sarah%20and%20Ray%20Visit%2010-06%20064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Sarah%20and%20Ray%20Visit%2010-06%20014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Sarah%20and%20Ray%20Visit%2010-06%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1159993280236014392006-10-04T13:14:00.000-07:002006-10-04T13:21:20.256-07:00A Halloween Preview<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Pugs-October%202006%20005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/400/Pugs-October%202006%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is us being naughty. You see, this is the only piece of furniture we are not allowed on. Mommy and Daddy spent a lot of money on it and don't want our fur and yucky pet dander all over it. But, we were sneaky. Our parents had people over and they got so caught up in talking that they didn't notice us. We tried to be as still as possible so they wouldn't see us. We just can't help ourselves. The most comfortable piece of furniture they own and we are forbidden to be on it. Stupid humans.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Pugs-October%202006%20013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/400/Pugs-October%202006%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here is a little preview for Halloween.... Aren't we the cutest ever?Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1159392972315808842006-09-27T14:22:00.000-07:002006-09-27T14:36:12.330-07:00Tatze- The "top dog"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Nase-Tatze-Triplets9-06%20030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/Nase-Tatze-Triplets9-06%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Nase-Tatze-Triplets9-06%20033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/Nase-Tatze-Triplets9-06%20033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Nase-Tatze-Triplets9-06%20027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/Nase-Tatze-Triplets9-06%20027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> I am a princess incase you didn't know. This is a typical scene in our house hold. For whatever reason I feel the need to sit on my brother. Maybe it is my way to show dominance. Or I might just be a mean little sister. I am very lucky though. My brother puts up with a lot of my shenanigans. He lets me lay on him and bite him and of course I always get the best toy or bone. I like to think of myself as "top dog". ( see below picture)<br /><br /><br />Revenge is Sweet..... I can lay on my sister as well. You won't see this happen very often because she is so restless that I can't get in my beauty rest. But every now and then I will lay on her to let her know how it feels. Of course I do it in a nice loving way...Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1158879011945930782006-09-21T15:34:00.000-07:002006-09-21T15:50:12.016-07:00Late Entry - Tatze as a puppy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Puppies%20and%20Triplets%20Jan14-06%20020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Puppies%20and%20Triplets%20Jan14-06%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Tatze-Dec19-05%20018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Tatze-Dec19-05%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Tatze-Dec14-05%20037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Tatze-Dec14-05%20037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Tatze-Dec19-05%20015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Tatze-Dec19-05%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Let me introduce myself. I am Tatze Hannah Scribner. I am a cute black pug, sister to Nase. I came to the Scribner house in December of 05. I apologize for the late entry but my mom was getting tired to putting all of Nase's pictures in order and decided just to start adding the current pictures. But, that means you never get to see me as a puppy. So here I am. I was a naughty puppy and I was much harder to potty train then my brother was. My parents say it was easier to have an older pug around so that I would bite and play with him instead of bitting them. I got my name from the German word for paw. I have a little white tip on my left paw. The correct pronunciation of my name is tot-zah but they thought it was to close to naw-zah. (Nase) So they changed it to tot-ze (Tatze) I will be one in October and I can't wait until my birthday. I am the princess around here. I push my brother around all the time. I steal his bones and steal his food and then I wait until he is comfortable and go lay right on top of him. I spend my days on the chair in the living room with my brother and when my parents get home from work-it's me time! I love to sit in laps and be the center of attention. As you can see by all my pictures. Sorry for the late intro. my mommy promises to be better at updating the blog and from now on she is going to do current pictures. She takes 1,000 a day!Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1158877749903999152006-09-21T15:18:00.000-07:002006-09-21T15:29:09.973-07:00Our Pugs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Triplets%20and%20Pugs%20April%2024-06%20031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/Triplets%20and%20Pugs%20April%2024-06%20031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is me and my sister sunbathing. We love to wait until the sun comes through the door. It is one of our favorite places. Although Tatze will follow me around anywhere I go.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Pugs%20June%202006%20014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/Pugs%20June%202006%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I really wish our lazy owners would get off their bottoms and play with me. I mean come on, look at me, wouldn't anyone want to play with me. Fine then, I will just sit here and pout!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Pugs%20June%202006%20002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/Pugs%20June%202006%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I seriously wish she would get off of me! What am I her pug pillow? This is crazy. Who wanted a second pug anyway!Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1158808432390877982006-09-20T20:09:00.000-07:002006-09-20T20:13:52.403-07:00Nase and Tatze hanging out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/christmas-triplets-jan%208%20043.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/christmas-triplets-jan%208%20043.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We love eachother. my little sister Tatze is such a princess. She follows me where ever I go. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Pugs-Triplets%202-25-06%20005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/Pugs-Triplets%202-25-06%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/christmas-triplets-jan%208%20051.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/christmas-triplets-jan%208%20051.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1154297448476311652006-07-30T15:02:00.000-07:002006-07-30T15:10:48.490-07:00PUG-O-WEEN 2004<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Pug-o-ween%20Oct%202004%20026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Pug-o-ween%20Oct%202004%20026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is one of my friends I met at the event.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Pug-o-ween%20Oct%202004%20038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Pug-o-ween%20Oct%202004%20038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Me Chasing Merlin (Abby and Jason's dog)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Pug-o-ween%20Oct%202004%20054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/Pug-o-ween%20Oct%202004%20054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Me in my hot dog costume...pretty good looking if I do say so myself. I hope they don't want to eat me though. I think I might be a little gummy.<br /><br /></div>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1149215537197357802006-06-01T19:28:00.000-07:002006-06-01T19:32:17.200-07:00Hide And Pug Seek<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/moving-house-nase%20034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/moving-house-nase%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I bet you can't find me?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/moving-house-nase%20035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/moving-house-nase%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I just got in trouble for being naughty. So I ran into my parents room and hid under the bed. I didn't realize my tail was sticking out and mom found me. Not my best work.Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1149215319949720712006-06-01T19:22:00.000-07:002006-06-01T19:28:39.950-07:00Telekinesis<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/moving-house-nase%20038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/400/moving-house-nase%20038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Shh.....I am trying to get these treats out by using telekinesis<br /></div>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1149214923650774442006-06-01T19:19:00.000-07:002006-06-01T19:22:03.653-07:00Pug Mischief<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/moving-house-nase%20091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/400/moving-house-nase%20091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was just helping unpack</span><br /></div>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1149214739444602092006-06-01T19:14:00.000-07:002006-06-01T19:18:59.446-07:00Leaving Texas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/moving-house-nase%20076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/moving-house-nase%20076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Bye Bye Texas...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/moving-house-nase%20078.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/moving-house-nase%20078.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is me sleeping the entire 10 hour drive to Nebraska. I can sleep any day, time or place. <br /></div>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1149214481736535672006-06-01T19:06:00.000-07:002006-06-01T19:14:41.736-07:00Do you think i fit in this box?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/moving-house-nase%20046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/moving-house-nase%20046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/moving-house-nase%20049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/moving-house-nase%20049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/moving-house-nase%20047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/200/moving-house-nase%20047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am not looking forward to moving to Nebraska. I will miss all of my friends here at the dog park. My parents tell me that the dog park in Nebraska is not nearly as nice as the ones here in Texas. This middle picture of me is after my last trip to the dog park. I am all wet because I like to prance around in the creek, but just so you know I only go chest deep. I am afraid of sinking. I might look like a trim healthy pug but don't be decieved. I am dense.<br /></div>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1149213827092474542006-06-01T18:59:00.000-07:002006-06-01T19:03:47.093-07:00Sleepy Pug<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Fourth%20of%20July%20001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/400/Fourth%20of%20July%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I love to rest my head in people's hands. If I am really tired and you put your hand out I will rest my head in it and fall asleep. My mom and dad love it when I do that.Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28006168.post-1149213510356732102006-06-01T18:56:00.000-07:002006-06-01T18:58:30.356-07:00I love my dad!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/1600/Fourth%20of%20July-%20Sarah%20and%20Ray%20069.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2959/320/Fourth%20of%20July-%20Sarah%20and%20Ray%20069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Don't we look cute together?</span><br /></div>Chad and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02082323440517721452noreply@blogger.com