<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:33:19.407-08:00</updated><category term='confirmation'/><category term='grady'/><category term='Sasa'/><category term='Flat Tony'/><category term='Fritz'/><category term='trips'/><category term='red dawn vizslas'/><category term='san francisco'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Dixy'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Sara'/><category term='rants'/><category term='dog events'/><category term='gnomes'/><category term='environment'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Half-Marathon Training and Preparation'/><category term='colvin'/><category term='toys'/><category term='flat pam'/><category term='city scapes'/><category term='michael'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='Trolls'/><category term='family'/><category term='hunting'/><category term='political'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='general rant'/><category term='vizslas'/><category term='duna'/><category term='feedjit map'/><category term='International Pirate Day'/><category term='photoshows'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='musings'/><category term='training'/><category term='pointing vizslas'/><category term='Hunt Test'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Red Dawn Vizslas</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories about the dogs, trips taken and anything else that may strike my fancy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-5066939515101756640</id><published>2010-05-29T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T06:47:43.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Early Mornings, Dogs, Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so grateful to have the dogs in my life.  I love getting up early in the morning and heading out for a walk with them.  The early mornings are full of life other than humans.  This time of the year is particularly true.  There were so many birds chirping, singing, and calling.  It felt like on was in a nature show.  So beautiful and calming.  We even saw a female wild turkey.  It was fantastic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-5066939515101756640?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/5066939515101756640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=5066939515101756640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5066939515101756640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5066939515101756640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/05/early-mornings-dogs-nature.html' title='Early Mornings, Dogs, Nature'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7473224071632829253</id><published>2010-05-25T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:30:13.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><title type='text'>Grady and Retrieving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although Grady has always been a natural retriever, he likes to take his time picking the darn birds up.  Once he does, he has always brought the bird right to my hand.  The delay at the senior hunter level isn't as much of a problem.  At the master level, well that's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; story.  With the next hunt tests 6 weeks away, I have decided to work on cleaning this up.  Today we started our "take it, hold, give it" training.  It went pretty well.  Strange how he and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; are so different in how they take to training.  No matter, hopefully we can clean the retrieve up in both of them in time to be ready for the last 8 hunt tests of the year.  Grady seemed to have a good start today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7473224071632829253?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7473224071632829253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7473224071632829253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7473224071632829253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7473224071632829253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/05/grady-and-retrieving.html' title='Grady and Retrieving'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6716535089731363037</id><published>2010-05-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:29:32.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half-Marathon Training and Preparation'/><title type='text'>Came to My Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After watching "The Biggest Loser" final four run a marathon (yes a marathon!) weighing in at between 200 to 313 pounds, I was truly inspired.  That night, I decided I would walk/run a marathon.  Well, after coming down from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over zealousness&lt;/span&gt;, I realized that was probably a bit over-ambitious with the shape my knees are in.  I have toned it down and have decided a half-marathon is in order.  So on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; 10, my friend Suzy and I will be run/walking a half marathon in Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt;.  I have a training guide, my new shoes (crazy about all the choices) and my mileage tracker.  If things go well, maybe an actual marathon will be in the works for next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the training begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6716535089731363037?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6716535089731363037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6716535089731363037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6716535089731363037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6716535089731363037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/05/came-to-my-senses.html' title='Came to My Senses'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-3235240128235479356</id><published>2010-05-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:20:48.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunt Test'/><title type='text'>One Master Hunter Leg down...Nine to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, another weekend of dog field events has passed.  Grady and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; were both entered in the master hunt tests.  I was anxious to see how they both would do.  It was Grady's third and fourth try and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dixy's&lt;/span&gt; first and second try.  Grady did a great job on Saturday.  He got through cleanly.  He found three birds and stood through all.  I was thrilled.  His first master leg earned.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; had an awesome run on Saturday but broke on her honor.  She stopped beautifully, the problem was that she broke when the other dog's bird was shot.  Damn, she never breaks.  But it wouldn't have mattered, she didn't retrieve to hand.  After the runs, I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; out and she retrieved every tossed bird to me.  Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday was another day and another attempt with both.  The weather was not ideal.  It was really windy and the birds were everywhere.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; was the second brace in.  Again, nice run.  She found a back course bird and stood rock solid.  Great!  We get into the bird field and she goes on point.  She is steady, steady, steady.  Gunners come up, the bird is flushed, bird is shot.  What, is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt;.  Damn, again with the leaving.  So uncharacteristic, maybe it's time to take a break with her.  Okay, well we still have Grady.  Maybe we can get a second pass on him.  Not this day.  He too broke.  All I can do is shake my head.  The training grounds are closed in June.  We will take a break and enjoy some hiking and walks at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-3235240128235479356?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3235240128235479356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=3235240128235479356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3235240128235479356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3235240128235479356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-master-hunter-leg-downnine-to-go.html' title='One Master Hunter Leg down...Nine to Go'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-9147311269396652478</id><published>2010-05-16T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:18:50.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog events'/><title type='text'>Dixy Take a Fourth Place in Amatuer Gun Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S_CubowB_AI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/06vexnCeNgc/s1600/DSC_2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472065337073728514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S_CubowB_AI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/06vexnCeNgc/s320/DSC_2481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should begin this story with what happened last night. I went to some friends for dinner and when I got home there was, what at one time was full, an almost empty ten pound bag of dog cookies. I couldn't tell which one of the pups was the culprit. I always assume it is Sara. So I go about my business thinking there could be multiple awakenings during the night for doggy walks. Well, to my surprise, it did not happen. I got the dogs up early to feed, water and walk before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dixy's&lt;/span&gt; run. Everyone had eaten and gone for their potty walks. No problems, digestive tracts seemed to be normal. A few hours later, I am preparing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dixy's&lt;/span&gt; run. The main goal was to get through cleanly with her. I take her to the starting line and, let's just say it wasn't pretty. I now know who ate the bulk if not all the cookies. I am thinking, this may not work out so well. To my surprise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; did a wonderful job on her bird work. She was steady as a rock. Now I am under no illusions that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; is a field champion in the making but do enjoy the occasional run with the field trial fanatics. I always enjoy the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; runs even if it she isn't a huge running dog. I go about my business knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; did a good job but also knowing there are 17 days entered and many of them multiple placement winners. After all the dogs in the stake had finished running only 7 came through cleanly. Now this is where the roller coaster of emotions begins. Before knowing this, I was content with the performance not expecting a call back. The judges sent word there were 4 dogs called back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; wasn't one of them. Okay, expected that but a little disappointed none-the-less. I gather my dogs to take them for a run. I head out about a mile from the call back location. I am just about ready to set off in the fields with the dogs when the chairman of the events comes up and informs me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; was selected as an alternate. I was happy to be recognize (it is 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; out of 17 dogs) but don't expect the first four to not be selected. I watched the performances of the first two dogs. They do excellent. Looks like we will just be honored to be the alternate. The third dog goes into the ring. The bird flies away, gunners shoot, gunners miss. The handler doesn't realize the bird wasn't shot and sends the dog for the retrieve. Not a good idea. There is no bird. No bird, no retrieve, no ribbon. Okay, looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; is going for a ribbon. The fourth dog does a decent job. Now it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dixy's&lt;/span&gt; turn. She finds the bird, she points the bird. I try to make the bird fly, not happening. I chased the bird all over, looking ridiculous along the way.  The bird runs, and runs, and runs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; is rock solid. Finally the gunners shoot the bird on the ground. It is about 70 feet away. I am thinking, here is where our hard retrieving training will come in. Well, it didn't go as plan. I was crushed. She did retrieve it to me but not as cleanly as she had been and she needed coaxing. I left the field thinking we blew our chance at a ribbon. I again took the dogs for a walk. It was short. I went back to the clubhouse and much to my surprise, we were presented with a ribbon. Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-9147311269396652478?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/9147311269396652478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=9147311269396652478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/9147311269396652478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/9147311269396652478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/05/dixy-take-fourth-place-in-amatuer-gun.html' title='Dixy Take a Fourth Place in Amatuer Gun Dog'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S_CubowB_AI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/06vexnCeNgc/s72-c/DSC_2481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8089345460289440628</id><published>2010-05-09T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:58:50.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><title type='text'>Back from another Training Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I headed out to Hastings Island with dogs in tow on Friday afternoon. There was just enough time to run the dogs before the fields would close. Along the way, the dogs pointed six chukar and a cat. You read that right, a cat. I had no idea the dogs were pointing a cat so I went to work it like they were pointing a bird. When I got there, I found no bird. When I looked down, to my surprise there was a cowering cat. Before I could rescue the poor soul, it broke to a full out run. Unfortunately, the dogs gave chance. Before I knew it, the cat was in a bush. Dixy decided to stick her nose into it and when she came out, her nose was a shredded mess. At least the cat was fine. What in the world a cat was doing in the middle of a hunting preserve is a mystery. I could understand ferals but this was definitely not a feral cat. It had beautiful markings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday we set out for a true training session. The goal was to work with Dixy and Grady. I have entered both of them in a hunt test May 22nd and 23rd. And as is with all dogs, they each have their own weaknesses which makes for interesting training sessions. Nothing is ever boring. Dixy was the first in line for training. My friend Walter help me out by simulating the shooting of the bird. I wanted Dixy to stand through the flight of the bird as well as the shot. As you can see from the picture below, she passed the test. This is one of Dixy's strong suits. Yeah! We will deal with her weakness (retrieving) later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469431078065444946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S-dSllOSmFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RlY7SE_dj_c/s320/Dixy+standing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now on to Grady. Unlike Dixy, Grady has some problems in this area. Let's just say, he gets a little anxious when he sees the bird fly away. He has been know to leave a wee bit early. Fine for senior hunter but not so much for master. No matter, we will work on it. At least on this day, he did fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469432188742832706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S-dTmO0akkI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/eECNG28DKY4/s320/Grady+standing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now back to working on Dixy's weakness.  We have been diligently working on this at home, in the field, more at home, and more in the field in hopes of having her retrieve the bird to my hand in the Master Level Hunt test.  Below are a few videos of our progression on Saturday and Sunday.  Still some work to do but we have made a tremendous amount of progress.  Below is our starting video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd58d939790949c8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd58d939790949c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B2331247104CD8DFF21545655B4CC2C7E9D21D3.5B33F4428A1D9436B8C5242FE9FBE1EE64D74E4A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd58d939790949c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQcpaGCmpkV00NizsGdDpWFdW8Aw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd58d939790949c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B2331247104CD8DFF21545655B4CC2C7E9D21D3.5B33F4428A1D9436B8C5242FE9FBE1EE64D74E4A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd58d939790949c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQcpaGCmpkV00NizsGdDpWFdW8Aw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We did this a total of ten times before quickly.  She loves to please as you can see from the progression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93de1c946a607e02" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93de1c946a607e02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A62BE6974225244483647AE2785026683D152DD.C0C66429814496071937E2A7859DB9CD83CD805%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93de1c946a607e02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRyRTm6w3EHzK6cgfotyL_AQ8J9Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93de1c946a607e02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A62BE6974225244483647AE2785026683D152DD.C0C66429814496071937E2A7859DB9CD83CD805%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93de1c946a607e02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRyRTm6w3EHzK6cgfotyL_AQ8J9Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, our last retrieve was an unbridled success as you can see from her happy demeanor of bringing the bird back to me with her head up and tail wagging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2690a22bebe3f61c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2690a22bebe3f61c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EC12C9E0C70C10983EDB91A5BB375CA490E36F5.273E96F160EE8F73015A995A3964CD2C31CBC656%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2690a22bebe3f61c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3Bbd0z48JQcxDax8RNSVyDSfQyM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2690a22bebe3f61c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EC12C9E0C70C10983EDB91A5BB375CA490E36F5.273E96F160EE8F73015A995A3964CD2C31CBC656%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2690a22bebe3f61c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3Bbd0z48JQcxDax8RNSVyDSfQyM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh how the little successes keep us coming back for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8089345460289440628?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8089345460289440628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8089345460289440628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8089345460289440628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8089345460289440628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-from-another-training-weekend.html' title='Back from another Training Weekend'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S-dSllOSmFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RlY7SE_dj_c/s72-c/Dixy+standing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-5414240180090154407</id><published>2010-05-07T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:57:18.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Another Weekend at Hastings Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; weekend in a row, off to Hastings Island with camera and bird training equipment in hand. All this before June when the island is closed for a month. Although we are not entered in any of the events this weekend, we will be off training, training, and then more training with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; and Grady. I hope to see some improved results in our practice sessions. The other lucky dogs get to run and just have fun. I also hope to be able to take some photos of my friends in the field.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-5414240180090154407?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/5414240180090154407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=5414240180090154407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5414240180090154407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5414240180090154407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-weekend-at-hastings-island.html' title='Another Weekend at Hastings Island'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-9213084070677381644</id><published>2010-05-05T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:14:10.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunt Test'/><title type='text'>Training, Training, Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I took the plunge and entered Dixy in her first Master Hunt test on the 22nd and 23rd of May.  I have been working diligently with her retrieving and she seems to have finally gotten it.  I had really struggled to get her to retrieve the bird to hand but it appears we may have gotten over that hump.  I am excited.  Love Dixy and her spirit and drive.  I am happy to feel I will finally have the opportunity to take her to that next level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-9213084070677381644?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/9213084070677381644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=9213084070677381644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/9213084070677381644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/9213084070677381644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/05/training-training-training.html' title='Training, Training, Training'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2798077091100214573</id><published>2010-05-03T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T06:19:10.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog events'/><title type='text'>Another Successful VCNC Walking Field Trial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S97J4NRU_JI/AAAAAAAAA6A/LoXkZbIkNrs/s1600/50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467028965146557586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S97J4NRU_JI/AAAAAAAAA6A/LoXkZbIkNrs/s320/50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sunsets on another Vizsla Club of Northern California Walking Field Trial.  The dogs and I headed out on Wednesday afternoon and arrived home on Sunday evening.  I really enjoy the camaraderie of this event and the dogs think they are in heaven.  People come from all over the state and even from outside to participate.  The location was beautiful.  It got a little warm by midday but not so much for the dogs to run in.  Besides it is at an island so we were surrounded by water.  Although my dogs didn't place this year, I was happy with how they worked in the field and the partnership we have.  Below is a little video of some of the sights at the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="322" height="275" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-83e2789ae0a69b62" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83e2789ae0a69b62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D285A3818AF3035515F60EFAE213B214493CC1FBC.248E0C71BF50D28068ECB3C9FB7469DCAFD2ACDE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83e2789ae0a69b62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVMpSNZrcI_QGvNrYfJTq9YgLdW4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="322" height="275" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83e2789ae0a69b62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D285A3818AF3035515F60EFAE213B214493CC1FBC.248E0C71BF50D28068ECB3C9FB7469DCAFD2ACDE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83e2789ae0a69b62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVMpSNZrcI_QGvNrYfJTq9YgLdW4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2798077091100214573?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2798077091100214573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2798077091100214573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2798077091100214573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2798077091100214573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-successful-vcnc-walking-field.html' title='Another Successful VCNC Walking Field Trial'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S97J4NRU_JI/AAAAAAAAA6A/LoXkZbIkNrs/s72-c/50.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7849136404068140020</id><published>2010-04-27T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:16:01.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>A Sure Sign it is Spring Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aside from the massive amounts of wildflowers because of the rain, another sure sign is the fact that the coyotes are very active.  I took the dogs for a walk early this morning and about 25 minutes into the walk, there one was behind us.  Normally I don't really worry about them because they usually warn you they are around by yipping.  Not so today.  This coyote was in stealth mode and it was until Sara was alerted that I turned and saw the coyote about 25 feet behind us.  It was pretty bold.  The dogs chased it off but the darn thing came right back.  Finally after the second time the dogs chased it off it remain gone.  We walked about another 1/2 mile and I noticed the way the dogs were walking with me (they encircled me) that something was odd.  I turned around and there was another coyote trailing about 25 feet behind us.  Again, very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stealthily&lt;/span&gt;.  I was a little shaken but thought it was interesting the way the pups protected me.  I just find it a little odd that the coyotes are being so bold when the water and food is plentiful after this rainy season.  Time to go back on the look out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7849136404068140020?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7849136404068140020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7849136404068140020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7849136404068140020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7849136404068140020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/04/sure-sign-it-is-spring-time.html' title='A Sure Sign it is Spring Time'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8449448815199750896</id><published>2010-04-25T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:40:28.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunt Test'/><title type='text'>The Trials and Tribulations of a Hunt Test With Grady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prep work&lt;/strong&gt;-We practice, we praise, and we practice some more. We think he is ready. He does what he is suppose to in practice. We work diligently to prepare him for the next level.  Everything works as planned.  Okay &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;, let's enter that Master Level test and see where we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day of the Test-&lt;/strong&gt;We are up early.  Feeding the dog.  Taking then out for their bathroom break.  Do I have the blank gun loaded?  Water for the dogs in vest?  My nerves are on edge.  What will he do today?  Can't eat...oh well, after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the Line&lt;/strong&gt;-The moment of truth is about to come.  Did the training really sink in?  Will he mess up the other dog?  Will soon find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They Are Off&lt;/strong&gt;-The brace has begun.  The dogs are on there own now.  Training, corrections, opportunities are gone.  It's up to them.  Just don't let me screw things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifteen Minutes In&lt;/strong&gt;-So far, looking good.  Found a back course bird.  Grady handled it great.  No problems.  Maybe this will be our day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into the Bird Field&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bracemate&lt;/span&gt; goes on point.  Grady gets his honor.  Things are looking good.  Again I think, maybe this will be our day.  My fingers are crossed.  All I need is for Grady to stand through the shot and not go until I tell him.  Can he do it.  Okay, he is on point.  We shall soon see.  He's holding.  I work the bird....bird flies away...gunners shoot...Grady stays through the shot....wait no, there he goes.  He left on the downward trajectory of the bird...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!  At least he retrieved the bird to my hand.  We need to find another bird so our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bracemate&lt;/span&gt; can get an honor.  Well, he found another bird.  Will he hold this time...quick answer no.  Again, I can only say at least he retrieved to hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Postscript&lt;/strong&gt;-You think you have trained the behavior you want in your dog but they are beings too.  Apparently they have minds of there own too.  Oh well, back to the training drawing board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8449448815199750896?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8449448815199750896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8449448815199750896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8449448815199750896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8449448815199750896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/04/trials-and-tribulations-of-hunt-test.html' title='The Trials and Tribulations of a Hunt Test With Grady'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2564894720329603452</id><published>2010-04-18T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:25:28.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunt Test'/><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S8vZjwdEqaI/AAAAAAAAA54/n_MhzLF31yU/s1600/DSC_1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461698181442349474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S8vZjwdEqaI/AAAAAAAAA54/n_MhzLF31yU/s320/DSC_1936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; What a great weekend.  I went out on Thursday and just got back today.  I was able to get multiple days of training in AND enjoy our annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VCNC&lt;/span&gt; Fun Field day.  What a great turnout we had.  People seemed to have a blast.  I also entered Grady in his first Master level hunt test.  No pass but mostly because of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ineptitude&lt;/span&gt; in the handling arena.  No worries though, he is young and enjoys the work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The above picture is my friend Mary's dog "Retro".  He had just come out of the field and was cooling himself off in the tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2564894720329603452?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2564894720329603452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2564894720329603452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2564894720329603452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2564894720329603452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S8vZjwdEqaI/AAAAAAAAA54/n_MhzLF31yU/s72-c/DSC_1936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4408401639575118641</id><published>2010-04-12T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:43:27.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunt Test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S8PLTjvbF6I/AAAAAAAAA5w/_AlC6oYXXu0/s1600/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459430710175274914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S8PLTjvbF6I/AAAAAAAAA5w/_AlC6oYXXu0/s320/DSC_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vizsla&lt;/span&gt; Club of Northern California Fun Field Day is going to be held on Saturday.  Looking forward to it.  Trying to prepare for the upcoming Field Trials and Hunt Tests.  I really enjoy the Fun Field day.  It's a laid back way to practice with the dogs and hang out with others who like to do the same thing.  The dogs think it is doggy Disneyland.  I don't tell them any different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4408401639575118641?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4408401639575118641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4408401639575118641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4408401639575118641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4408401639575118641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-annual-vizsla-club-of-northern.html' title=''/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/S8PLTjvbF6I/AAAAAAAAA5w/_AlC6oYXXu0/s72-c/DSC_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2924350454759767027</id><published>2010-04-12T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:35:37.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny thing about writing, it takes practice.  When I first started thing blog, I felt like words flew off my fingers.  It was nothing for me to have at least one entry a day.  Then, for some reason, I stopped.  Don't know why but getting back into it has been more difficult than I thought.  Seems like I got caught up in the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; thing.  It's a lot easier to type a few words into the status bar and move on.  But what I realized is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; is like fast food, convenient, easy, and filling but has not substance.  At least writing on a blog feels more like I have to think about what I am doing or saying.  Regardless if any one is reading, it feels better and more useful to me.  In some ways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2924350454759767027?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2924350454759767027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2924350454759767027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2924350454759767027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2924350454759767027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/04/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6913129162395661373</id><published>2010-04-10T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:47:48.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city scapes'/><title type='text'>San Francisco Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2731b12d92a4cb26" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2731b12d92a4cb26%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22F0CE22779C867FB04E32C08E583F13493E3929.504E81B3C19DF4879EC3C17C59CFC77FF3B697BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2731b12d92a4cb26%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmjQwSZDCkhsxnD84l_oEVVcA-EM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2731b12d92a4cb26%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22F0CE22779C867FB04E32C08E583F13493E3929.504E81B3C19DF4879EC3C17C59CFC77FF3B697BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2731b12d92a4cb26%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmjQwSZDCkhsxnD84l_oEVVcA-EM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a great day.  A group of us went into the city and shot pictures of the graffetti art, mostly in the Mission District.  It is truly amazing how much graffetti art (stressing art) there is.  Apparently most of this is very well know.  We were also fortunate enough to be at a place where there was a Ceasar Chavez parade.  The above is a photo show of some of the pictures taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6913129162395661373?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6913129162395661373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6913129162395661373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6913129162395661373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6913129162395661373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2010/04/san-francisco-photo-shoot.html' title='San Francisco Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-5657425834649798249</id><published>2009-03-02T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:34:07.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunt Test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duna'/><title type='text'>Grizzley Island Hunt Test Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308732392658406370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/Saxn-_gDi-I/AAAAAAAAA5g/mD6mhGKZ97c/s320/DSC_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/Saxn-bOgoeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Xg8M2Zn6INM/s1600-h/DSC_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308732382921138658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/Saxn-bOgoeI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Xg8M2Zn6INM/s320/DSC_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308732395128141730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/Saxn_Is4t6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/eXVyUvOw0Pc/s320/DSC_0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With all the depressing news that's out there, it's great to have my canine companions to realize what is important. Having fun can be so simple really. I am grateful to have them in my life to remind me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, enough of that. This last weekend I entered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sasa&lt;/span&gt;, Grady, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Duna&lt;/span&gt; in a hunt test. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sasa&lt;/span&gt; doesn't have her junior hunter title yet. She was too busy getting her conformation championship. Now that that is finished, I wanted to get the junior hunter title too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sasa&lt;/span&gt; is from my second breeding of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mik&lt;/span&gt; and Sara. I don't own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sasa&lt;/span&gt;. She is owned by Eddie and Susan. Susan gets a little nervous in the field so she asked me to handle her which I gladly did. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; fun to watch these guys do what they were bred to do. Amazing really...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sasa&lt;/span&gt; didn't disappoint. Our biggest fear was that she would make a mad dash back to her people. Thankfully, she is comfortable enough with me (and in love with finding birds) that she stayed with me. She is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;birdy&lt;/span&gt; and hunted liked a champ. She passed both days with good scores. Two more passes and a new junior hunter will be added to the Red Dawn Clan. Both boys also had really good runs. They both have their junior hunter titles but aren't quite ready for the next level. But given how well they both did, they are not far off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Above are a picture of Eddie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sasa&lt;/span&gt;, Walter and Rusty (friends of the Red Dawn Clan) and the pups on a run after the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-5657425834649798249?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/5657425834649798249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=5657425834649798249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5657425834649798249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5657425834649798249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2009/03/grizzley-island-hunt-test-weekend.html' title='Grizzley Island Hunt Test Weekend'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/Saxn-_gDi-I/AAAAAAAAA5g/mD6mhGKZ97c/s72-c/DSC_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1571549284795304722</id><published>2009-02-09T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:08:57.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Baseball-America's Past Time-What a Sad Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; remember as a kid, watching ballgames with my grandfather. What a time that was. The game seemed to have an innocence about it. It reminded me of summertime and playing catch with my friends. Now what do we think about when the word baseball comes up? Steroids, tainted records, and frauds. Now don't get me wrong. I am not naive enough to think that the stars of yesteryear were saints. Baseball players mirrored society as a whole. They ranged the whole spectrum. Today's baseball players (probably can be stated about all pro athletes) represented all that is bad about our society; greed, cheating, and selfishness. There was probably some of this decades ago but because the money is so great now, there are more kids (and kids' parents) who want to make it big like there favorite stars and will do whatever it takes to make it. What kind of role models are these guys? I know, many of these athletes say they don't want to or shouldn't be considered role models. They are right. But if they truly don't want to be role models, then don't sell your jerseys or likeness. Hearing that Alex Rodriguez took steroids was the final straw for me. As far as I am concern, none of these guys are clean. All I know is that I am angry that these guys (owners, management, and players) took some of my fondest childhood memories away from me. Greedy bastards, I wash my hands of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1571549284795304722?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1571549284795304722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1571549284795304722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1571549284795304722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1571549284795304722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2009/02/baseball-americas-past-time-what-sad.html' title='Baseball-America&apos;s Past Time-What a Sad Statement'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2940958137226988152</id><published>2009-02-08T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:04:43.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pointing vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Grizzley Island Wildlife Preserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300558405089137554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SY9dyS6Mk5I/AAAAAAAAA44/ownA_NetUEY/s320/DSC_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SY9dxhOHTiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/0XKqgKDHzlU/s1600-h/DSC_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300558391750905378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SY9dxhOHTiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/0XKqgKDHzlU/s320/DSC_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SY9dxZEmptI/AAAAAAAAA4o/3e3Y0HqEGeU/s1600-h/DSC_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300558389563533010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SY9dxZEmptI/AAAAAAAAA4o/3e3Y0HqEGeU/s320/DSC_0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grizzley&lt;/span&gt; Island Wildlife Preserve is made up of approximately 84,000 acres. It is the largest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continuous&lt;/span&gt; estuary in the U.S. It is a beautiful place that where you can see all kinds of wildlife. It is also a place that allows the dogs to run and their owners to bird train them. Today, I took the opportunity to do just that. I was to meet friends of mine at 10 to work on training Grady for his next level of hunt test. I actually got out there at about 8:30 this morning to run the dogs a bit before hand. While we were out there, we saw a group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tule&lt;/span&gt; Elk (they are a protected species) and the above pictures series are the show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; reaction when she first notices them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was interesting to watch these animals. In the top picture, you can see that there is one elk in particular that appears to be the head guy. We they took off after, he stayed back to make sure we weren't going to come any closer. Nature is really an interesting thing. Something I wasn't aware of, these animals lose their antlers. The dogs found one on the way back. It was huge and heavy.  If the dogs had their way, they would have used it as a chew bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300564540399139410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SY9jXauFulI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bwGvftdFHfk/s320/DSC_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all the running and treasure finding, we started our bird training.  Below are a couple of pictures of Grady on point.  As you can see from the second picture, I was a bit of a distance away from him.  He held until I got there.  All-in-all, his training day went pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300564063271365170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SY9i7pR9qjI/AAAAAAAAA5A/f7RLpwABJhc/s320/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300564066477011010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SY9i71OP8EI/AAAAAAAAA5I/m26qe_DCOMw/s320/DSC_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Also, all-in-all, it was another great day in the bay/delta area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2940958137226988152?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2940958137226988152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2940958137226988152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2940958137226988152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2940958137226988152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2009/02/grizzley-island-wildlife-preserve.html' title='Grizzley Island Wildlife Preserve'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SY9dyS6Mk5I/AAAAAAAAA44/ownA_NetUEY/s72-c/DSC_0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7250897449277061322</id><published>2009-02-04T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:49:01.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoted to Our Canine Companions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's has been a while since I have posted anything.  Perhaps because I have been lazy or lacking in anything meaningful to say.  Today, however, I felt compelled to write because I was saddened by a story I read about a woman losing her beloved dog, Paco.  After reading the story, I was moved by the obvious devotion this woman had to her dog and the devastating pain she is feeling from losing him.  I don't even know this woman but do know that I would like her a lot because of the love she exhibited to Paco.  So devoted and loving in fact that she named her business after him and he is the image on her website.  One thing I can say, I gave extra hugs to each of my pups and realized how grateful I am that they are in my life.  The thing about pups is that they love you unconditionally.  I love that about them.  They are safe creatures to give love to because you know they won't take advantage of it.  We truly are lucky to have them in our world.  And I hope when the day comes that I lose one of mine, I can reflect on all the good things they brought me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7250897449277061322?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7250897449277061322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7250897449277061322' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7250897449277061322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7250897449277061322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2009/02/devoted-to-our-canine-companions.html' title='Devoted to Our Canine Companions'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4361564813590822439</id><published>2009-01-18T11:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:51:55.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Hard to Believe it is Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SXOFbgnEF1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Xs8qD50YLv8/s1600-h/IMG_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292720694747207506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SXOFbgnEF1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Xs8qD50YLv8/s320/IMG_1012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here it is, January 18th, and the weather is like a spring day. It was a little cool when we first went out (arrived at 7:30) but nothing like it should be for a winter day. By the time we left, it was sunny and 61 degrees. It felt like a spring day. I love this weather but can't help but worry about why it is this nice. We desperately need rain and are way behind our normal rainfall totals for this time of the year. January and February are supposed to be our rainy months. I don't think we have had more than half an inch during this time. This is the second year in a row. If we don't get some soon, it will be water rationing time. Oh well, in the short term, I will just have to enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4361564813590822439?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4361564813590822439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4361564813590822439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4361564813590822439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4361564813590822439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2009/01/hard-to-believe-it-is-winter.html' title='Hard to Believe it is Winter'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SXOFbgnEF1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Xs8qD50YLv8/s72-c/IMG_1012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4348873930242019628</id><published>2009-01-07T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:32:31.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Another Industry's Hand is Out for the Bail Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was reading through the CNN website and saw the headline, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link: Porn industry seeks federal bailout" href="http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2009/01/07/porn-industry-seeks-federal-bailout/" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porn industry seeks federal bailout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  The first thing I did was check to see that I was not diverted to another website such as "the Onion.com".  Nope, I was at CNN alright.  So the next thing I did was read the article.  No way this could be serious.  I wanted to see what the joke was.  Well, the joke was on me (or us taxpayers).  Larry Flint (Hustler) and Joe Francis (Girls Gone Wild videos) were trying to make the case of how important the porn industry actually is to the US and of course they should be bailed out.  That made me doubt the article that much more.  How could they actually go to Congress with a straight face and ask for the money.   Then it occurred to me...they have to have pictures on many of the members.  How else could they possibly bring this up?  Further commentary by Campbell Brown said it best, Leave it to Joe Francis and Larry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flynt&lt;/span&gt; to show the absurdity of the bailout.  Let me just say this, if they get it, I am going next.  I would require far less to get me through this tough time and once I am through it, I will be a strong contributor to the economy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4348873930242019628?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4348873930242019628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4348873930242019628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4348873930242019628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4348873930242019628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-industrys-hand-is-out-for-bail.html' title='Another Industry&apos;s Hand is Out for the Bail Out'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-621727106850333910</id><published>2009-01-05T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:18:50.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Did My Civic Duty-Jury Summons Has Been Completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So today I fulfilled my civic duty by standing by for jury duty all day. This is only the second time I have been summoned since living in California (1991). Was not selected to even sit in the box to be questioned but did get to sit in the courtroom watching the jury selection process. Quite interesting really. Not only the questions asked of each potential juror but also the variety of folks who are summoned. The group was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;microcosm&lt;/span&gt; of society as a whole. Some of the folks really impressed me with there thoughtfulness and their desire to do the right thing. These folks seemed to truly want to do the right thing and give the individual a fair trial. Then, of course, there was the folks on the other end of the spectrum. I would hate to have any of these folks sitting on any jury that would be judging me. Fortunately, the folks that probably didn't represent the best and the brightest were excused by the attorneys. It really was an interesting process. Wow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-621727106850333910?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/621727106850333910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=621727106850333910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/621727106850333910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/621727106850333910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-my-civic-duty-jury-summons-has-been.html' title='Did My Civic Duty-Jury Summons Has Been Completed'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-3722969745678216657</id><published>2009-01-04T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:01:35.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><title type='text'>7:30am...37 degrees..Yea, Let's Go to the Beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone else was busy today so it was the dogs and me off for a walk.  I am an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;early bird&lt;/span&gt;.  I was up and out of the house by 6:20am.  It was cold here in Antioch.   The thermometer read 33 degrees.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brrr&lt;/span&gt;!  I could not find my gloves anywhere.  No worries, my mind said.  It will be much warmer at the beach.  Well you can see from the title of the post, not by much.  But I am stubborn.  We went on the walk anyway (I got no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;resistance&lt;/span&gt; from the dogs by the way.).  The tide was going out so plenty of shore to walk on.  I couldn't imagine getting caught in the tide today.  It actually was a beautiful day.  The sky was clear, the sun did not hit the water directly so the lighting was soft.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287546092998379330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SWEjKC6sR0I/AAAAAAAAA34/sQ3-GDxXLfI/s320/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chuckit&lt;/span&gt; and tennis ball knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; would pester me the whole way if I hadn't brought it so there was plenty of ball throwing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; running.  Unusual, I know.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; does have the occasional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dilemna&lt;/span&gt;.  She asks herself, am I a tennis ball chaser or a bird dog.  The above picture shows her trying to sort this question out.  She is focused on the birds but hasn't quite committed to the task and still has the ball in her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SWEjKqA-2gI/AAAAAAAAA4A/uHNVnvDcZ6s/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287546103493745154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SWEjKqA-2gI/AAAAAAAAA4A/uHNVnvDcZ6s/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Finally, instinct takes over.  She drops the ball and it is off to chase the birds.  I do believe she chased these birds for a good half mile before she returned.  But not before she picked of the tennis ball from where she left it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287546120030229778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SWEjLnnllRI/AAAAAAAAA4I/h48seRzwF7I/s320/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took this picture of the seagull because I really like how the bird was perched on the rock and the rock was surrounded by water.  The bird was able to soak up the sun yet was set away from the dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287546127480547154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SWEjMDX4Z1I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_CyQV0xIoVw/s320/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here you can see Grady was not as deterred by the water as the bird my have thought.  He is doing his best at sneaking up on the bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In addition to all this, I was able to find a bunch of really cool sea glass.  Not only did I find great shapes but I also found some really cool, unusual colors.  Again, it was another of those days where I am just so grateful to be in the bay area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-3722969745678216657?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3722969745678216657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=3722969745678216657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3722969745678216657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3722969745678216657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2009/01/730am37-degreesyea-lets-go-to-beach.html' title='7:30am...37 degrees..Yea, Let&apos;s Go to the Beach!'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SWEjKC6sR0I/AAAAAAAAA34/sQ3-GDxXLfI/s72-c/IMG_0972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4835317547902995094</id><published>2009-01-01T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:17:31.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><title type='text'>Grady STINKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went on a 6 mile hike today with Tanya and her dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Malbec&lt;/span&gt;.  Within the first quarter of a mile, Grady found the most disgusting stuff to roll in.  He covered the entire half top and sides of his back.  I could smell him from 100 feet away.  Anyone who has met Grady knows what a forcefully affection dog he is so after he rolled in whatever it was, he regularly attempted to get hugs and pets from both Tanya and me.  It was a chore to keep him off.  I had hoped by him running through the tall, wet grass it would take some of the stuff off.  Well if it did, it didn't make much of a difference.  Halfway through the walk we came to a water trough.  So I picked him up and threw him in.  It barely made a dent in the smell.  Once we finished the walk, I pulled a gallon of water out of the truck, poured it on him, and then attempted to towel dry it off him.  Again, helped a little but not enough.  Finally got home and washed him with soap and water.  Can you believe the scent is STILL lingering on him.  Wow...I don't know how he can be in his own body.  I guess it smells good to him.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4835317547902995094?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4835317547902995094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4835317547902995094' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4835317547902995094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4835317547902995094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2009/01/grady-stinks.html' title='Grady STINKS!'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7584645043793005167</id><published>2008-12-30T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:19:22.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confirmation'/><title type='text'>Another Win for the Duna Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well here I am again sending a big congratulations to Christine and John Vermes again. Duna won for the third day in a row. He looked fantastic out there with his handler. What a striking picture they make. Duna now stands at 13 points, two shy of his championship. It is a shame there aren't more shows in the very near future. You hate to stop the momentum. Anyways, this little guy will be finished in no time. Then it is time to let do what he does best, be that wonderful companion animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Below are a few pictures from the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285741457049343714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVq52aH7VuI/AAAAAAAAA3c/aiZ9HWBip-o/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grady (front) and Duna (back) in the ring competing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVq52mFrjvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/0tdh7WPMzvI/s1600-h/IMG_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285741460261146354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVq52mFrjvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/0tdh7WPMzvI/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Christine and Duna celebrating the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285741466416940370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVq529BVhVI/AAAAAAAAA3s/t-OG6eYhEeI/s320/IMG_0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Duna in Mom's lap. Jean (his handler) giving Duna that thumbs up look.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7584645043793005167?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7584645043793005167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7584645043793005167' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7584645043793005167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7584645043793005167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-wind-for-duna-man.html' title='Another Win for the Duna Man'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVq52aH7VuI/AAAAAAAAA3c/aiZ9HWBip-o/s72-c/IMG_0959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-5287037011937096991</id><published>2008-12-29T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:45:43.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duna'/><title type='text'>Red Dawn Duna What a Good Boy Am I Wins for the Second Day in a Row</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVlgF63gk3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/AzSfk-2mx_w/s1600-h/DSCN0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285361292513678194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVlgF63gk3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/AzSfk-2mx_w/s320/DSCN0989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Duna&lt;/span&gt; is a gentle little soul who is packaged in an almost Champion body.  Today was another great day for him and his owners, Christine and John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vermes&lt;/span&gt;.  Not only did he win Winner's Dog and Best of Winners but he also took Best Opposite Sex over a finished champion giving him another 2 points towards his championship.  Now he is at 11 and counting.  Four more to go my little peanut.  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-5287037011937096991?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/5287037011937096991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=5287037011937096991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5287037011937096991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5287037011937096991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-dawn-duna-what-good-boy-am-i-wins.html' title='Red Dawn Duna What a Good Boy Am I Wins for the Second Day in a Row'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVlgF63gk3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/AzSfk-2mx_w/s72-c/DSCN0989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2611508814436949681</id><published>2008-12-29T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:38:17.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duna'/><title type='text'>A Good Day-Beginning To End</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61f310e29f3de79c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61f310e29f3de79c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB1ECFCB5CDF61FD75BEF40044AB18B78BBC9FC7.1FC4AA55A12C16B45AC1404150624BD99FDB6E13%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61f310e29f3de79c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOWmd4wG4nqI6sjig4IJ9RgGLvUs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61f310e29f3de79c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB1ECFCB5CDF61FD75BEF40044AB18B78BBC9FC7.1FC4AA55A12C16B45AC1404150624BD99FDB6E13%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61f310e29f3de79c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOWmd4wG4nqI6sjig4IJ9RgGLvUs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First off, I need to give credit to Ann for taking the vast majority of the pictures in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;photoshow&lt;/span&gt;.  You will see that the photos are mostly a day in the life of our dogs, with a couple of us humans and how we get to be a part of their simple little world.  Hopefully, it will give you the sense of just how easy they are to please.  Maybe we can learn a little from them.  I know that I always feel a little freer and a little more at peace during the times I am out with them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, now for the tale of the day.  It started out great with Red Dawn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Duna&lt;/span&gt; What a Good Boy Am I winning another point towards his championship.  We are all very excited about that and look forward to a celebration when he is done.  After the dog show, we all headed for the beach where we could give the little guy the best present we could think of, a romp with all his extended doggy family.  The tide was high but we found a nice secluded spot that provided us with enough room to walk without getting overtaken.  Of course, the dogs don't worry about those sorts of silly things.  We spent a couple of hours there and really got the pups tired out, which was a good things since there was more fun ahead for the humans.  After the long day at the show and then the beach, it was off to Kate and Jeff's for a fabulous evening of good food shared with good friends.  What more could we want in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2611508814436949681?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61f310e29f3de79c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2611508814436949681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2611508814436949681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2611508814436949681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2611508814436949681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-day-beginning-to-end.html' title='A Good Day-Beginning To End'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4895830830977915501</id><published>2008-12-26T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:13:05.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Tough Times...Living at the Beach (Seriously)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I took the pups back to Fort Funston.  We arrived at 7 am.  It was just us today.  The purpose for this post is not to talk about the beach walk (although it was truly lovely) but to remind me how lucky I am to have a home, job and nourishment.  When we were on our walk yesterday, we came upon a fir tree that was decorated with obviously hand-made ornaments.  About 50 feet away was an encampment with a tent and fire pit.  I remember thinking that the sight of this tree and the tent was somewhat bittersweet.  I had intended to mention it on my blog entry yesterday but got caught up in my own life's minutia and didn't.  So today, while we were on our walk, I was reminded of this again because there was a fire going which I presume was to keep these folks warm.  I had heard that the tent was where a family was staying.  Well, obviously the parents wanted to give the kids a somewhat normal Christmas by decorating a tree for them.  I was touched by that as well as somewhat saddened.  I can't imagine how hard it must be to be a parent, have your family be homeless and still try to make Christmas "normal".  I sure wish there was a way that everyone could have what they needed.  Naive...I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4895830830977915501?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4895830830977915501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4895830830977915501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4895830830977915501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4895830830977915501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/tough-timesliving-at-beach-seriously.html' title='Tough Times...Living at the Beach (Seriously)'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7569791389371060339</id><published>2008-12-25T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:07:03.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Christmas Day-Brrrr (By California Standards)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVQcQh7EwiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/3Sl7RMk3WDI/s1600-h/IMG_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283879333122064930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVQcQh7EwiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/3Sl7RMk3WDI/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I arrived at Ft Funston for the walk, I sky was full of clouds, the wind was gusting at above 50mph and the rain was coming down.  Oh, and it felt about 30 degrees.  I may have backed out had I not driven an hour and had 5 very active dogs in need of some exercise.  I was there a good hour before the others were to arrive so when the rain and wind subsided a bit, I headed out with the dogs for a pre-walk.  Well, thankfully, the rain and wind stopped and the sun actually came out.   The dogs and I walk about 45 minutes then headed back to meet up with the others.  Wouldn't you know it, the wind and rain kicked up again.  Man, was it a biting cold wind.  And me without any gloves.  None-the-less, we were all up for the challenge (or ready to tired out the dogs) and walked anyway.  Fortunately, I know the area like the back of my hand and we walked on a trail that sheltered us from the wind.  After about 15 minutes, the rain stopped and the sun came back out.  We walked for another hour and a half without another storm.  It was a great walk with great people and sweet canines.  What a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7569791389371060339?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7569791389371060339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7569791389371060339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7569791389371060339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7569791389371060339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day-brrrr-by-california.html' title='Christmas Day-Brrrr (By California Standards)'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVQcQh7EwiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/3Sl7RMk3WDI/s72-c/IMG_0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6084638710522298755</id><published>2008-12-20T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:15:32.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>I Can't Get Enough of the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SU3BAV0jG9I/AAAAAAAAA20/1Gc1-HaHd-8/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282090149577169874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SU3BAV0jG9I/AAAAAAAAA20/1Gc1-HaHd-8/s400/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So my sister is visiting and we decided to meet Christine at the beach. When we left Antioch, it was 38 degrees so we bundle up expecting it to be even colder at the ocean. As you can see from the picture, it was a gorgeous day. I was amazed. By the time we were finished with our walk, it was 63 degrees. Perfect beach walking weather. These are the times I really appreciate living in California. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6084638710522298755?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6084638710522298755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6084638710522298755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6084638710522298755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6084638710522298755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-get-enough-of-beach.html' title='I Can&apos;t Get Enough of the Beach'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SU3BAV0jG9I/AAAAAAAAA20/1Gc1-HaHd-8/s72-c/IMG_0769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8739785376322461336</id><published>2008-12-19T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:57:04.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flat pam'/><title type='text'>Flat Pam Visits Meets Her Co-workers Face-to-Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well Flat Pam finally had an opportunity to not only be in St Louis Missouri but also mean her co-workers who, until this point, had only been voices on a phone. Whoo Hoo to that. The following are some of the photos taken on the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281638248660283506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwmAPuDMHI/AAAAAAAAA1k/rYEMEJxQcvA/s320/fp+staci+5+yr+plaque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The above picture is Staci who has been Flat Pam's Hostess for sometime now. She is proudly showing Flat Pam her 5 year anniversary award. Cudos to you Staci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281638254505723314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwmAlfthbI/AAAAAAAAA10/O97CRW8pYMk/s320/pam+green+belt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looks like Staci has another award, right along side the Dilbert cartoons. Excellent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281640541181628450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwoFsBu0CI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Yxud0XqfjIE/s320/fp+van+gough+painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently, they also have artwork in St Louis. This made my flat self very happy. I love artwork and love Van Gough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwm0o3d3AI/AAAAAAAAA2c/30m5npW1uyU/s1600-h/fp+stl+arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281639148763864066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwm0o3d3AI/AAAAAAAAA2c/30m5npW1uyU/s320/fp+stl+arch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here, Flat Pam is being framed by the famous Arch. Why is it here...never understood that. None-the-less, very cool. One more famous American tourist sight I can check off my list to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281639146015914722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwm0eoTeuI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WD1riV9fm4M/s320/fp+mississippi+river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here I am back in the office. Someone's office over looks the Mississippi River. Not a bad view at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281640544287148418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwoF3mJSYI/AAAAAAAAA2s/XRXYF1SJ77Q/s320/fp+plants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flat Pam was exploring and almost got lost in all the vegetation in Staci's office. Thank goodness for survival skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwmz06IabI/AAAAAAAAA2M/0zc6iC0pTw0/s1600-h/fp+lindas+xmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281639134816397746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwmz06IabI/AAAAAAAAA2M/0zc6iC0pTw0/s320/fp+lindas+xmas+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It seems that my 2d self just can't stay out of the Christmas trees. What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282828707687250114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVBguFLvOMI/AAAAAAAAA28/yS0Dbnvzohc/s320/lindacheryl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah...two of the famed team, Linda and Cheryl. Hmmmm...that stocking Flat Pam is in fits great...AS a sleeping bag. I guess that is a good thing. Looks like it is cold in St Louis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwmAUN7AYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/K3j5fgmTgps/s1600-h/fp+bookcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281638249867706754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwmAUN7AYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/K3j5fgmTgps/s320/fp+bookcase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to Staci's office....She has a lot of manuals...Flat Pam better take in as much as she can. She will need to transfer that information to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282828712507149026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SVBguXI5CuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/QaiNIeJFyds/s320/cheryldave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here my 2d self is with Dave and Cheryl. There is the old Courthouse in the background. Another nice view from the offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwl_Q0_U_I/AAAAAAAAA1U/Kw_lHJk0ipY/s1600-h/flp+linda+jana+tug+of+war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281638231777956850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwl_Q0_U_I/AAAAAAAAA1U/Kw_lHJk0ipY/s320/flp+linda+jana+tug+of+war.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Jana and Linda are holding me up. Thanks guys...Flat Pam is exhausted after the whirlwind day in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281639121968129122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwmzFC3ZGI/AAAAAAAAA18/OBqqZmOe6lQ/s320/fp+shelley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a day filled with new adventures and people. I am sure Staci was exhausted too. Thankfully her sister Shelley drove us back to Waterloo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks a bunch for the great adventure. It is nice to put faces to the voices.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8739785376322461336?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8739785376322461336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8739785376322461336' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8739785376322461336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8739785376322461336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Flat Pam Visits Meets Her Co-workers Face-to-Face'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUwmAPuDMHI/AAAAAAAAA1k/rYEMEJxQcvA/s72-c/fp+staci+5+yr+plaque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7623018421539105739</id><published>2008-12-16T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:57:58.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>With All the Bad News...Thank Goodness For Pups and Parks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There has been a lot of bad news lately and I just learned that many of my friends from a previous company have been laid off. A horrible time of the year to lose a job normally but particularly hard given what is going on in the economy. I felt a bit bummed out and realized how grateful I am to have good friends, wonderful sisters, loving pups and parks to walk in. Going on a hike always picks up my spirits a bit so I am glad to have the dogs because it forces me to get out there everyday. Even days like this where it is drizzling, foggy and cold. There is a beauty in this weather as well. Below is a picture of the hills covered in clouds. If it was clear you would be able to see the snow that had fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUhYp2cTF9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/BJVav4a4aJg/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568039103993810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUhYp2cTF9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/BJVav4a4aJg/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Here is a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; waiting patiently (not!) for me to throw the tennis ball. Her joy in the simplest things makes me envy her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568048671869458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUhYqaFdShI/AAAAAAAAAz8/zKGLeH7u5Ds/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More cloud covered hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUhYpX3mGWI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cClDq_AMnoY/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568030896986466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUhYpX3mGWI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cClDq_AMnoY/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The dogs running up the side of the hill, hoping to catch the birds that were constantly taunting them. No such luck (for the dogs at least. The birds were very lucky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUhYoyWgEaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/JDED4Vy72Y4/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568020826067362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUhYoyWgEaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/JDED4Vy72Y4/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope that I can maintain a positive attitude through this mess of an economy. I hope that I can be a positive support to my friends who need it. I hope I can continue to be grateful for all that I have and not worry about what may be on the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7623018421539105739?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7623018421539105739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7623018421539105739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7623018421539105739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7623018421539105739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-all-bad-newsthank-goodness-for.html' title='With All the Bad News...Thank Goodness For Pups and Parks'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUhYp2cTF9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/BJVav4a4aJg/s72-c/IMG_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7423128770874589146</id><published>2008-12-15T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:19:27.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>More Flat Pam Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been wondering way I haven't been around the blog for awhile. Now I know. I have been in the St Louis area (in my 2d self). Staci and her family were kind enough to show me some mid-west hospitality and allowed me to participate in their holiday revelry. Apparently I got a little out of hand in the beginning and climbed up their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree. I wanted them to feel what it was like to have a cat in the house I guess. Actually, I wanted my picture taken next to the Rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; ornament. Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280152800259778226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUbe_xNEprI/AAAAAAAAAy0/tWqEDyGmWE4/s320/Get+out+of+the+tree!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Staci was able to coax me down from the tree by offering me a nice cup of hot chocolate. As you can see, there were a lot of marshmallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280152806909281474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUbfAJ-cBMI/AAAAAAAAAy8/gbR0Kf5D_aE/s320/hot+cocoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's no wonder that when I went to climb back up the tree, I could only get as far as the nativity scene. I was praying to not be so stuffed and then to be able to breath again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280152811122313074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUbfAZq5x3I/AAAAAAAAAzE/2dcDv8gpbV4/s320/nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUbfAkQkzlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/qumh7w9t9vs/s1600-h/Pam+checking+out+the+emptiness+under+the+Wittenauer+tree_++Yes_+that+is+a+basketball+player+hanging+in+there_++Nothing+says+Christmas+like+sports+figu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280152813964676690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUbfAkQkzlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/qumh7w9t9vs/s320/Pam+checking+out+the+emptiness+under+the+Wittenauer+tree_++Yes_+that+is+a+basketball+player+hanging+in+there_++Nothing+says+Christmas+like+sports+figu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once I was able to move again, I got into more trouble and attempted to knock down the Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McGuire&lt;/span&gt; baseballs. But I was nabbed before I could complete the task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280153805061927810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUbf6QYks4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/KRdNsSysV0Y/s320/She+finds+her+way+to+Alex%27s+sports+wall_++Don%27t+touch+one+of+those+Mark+McGuire+balls_+young+lady!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joshua was good enough to entertain me by reading Flat Stanley to me. As you can see from my face, I enjoyed it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280152795560990130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUbe_fsy1bI/AAAAAAAAAys/VEc5kF74LyI/s320/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, I met up with someone my size. We passed the time until he melted. It was toasty in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280153819430985026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUbf7F6bHUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8yl7srAeNP0/s320/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks Staci and family for a wonderful visit during the holidays. I love Christmas decorated houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S. Love the orange pants. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7423128770874589146?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7423128770874589146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7423128770874589146' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7423128770874589146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7423128770874589146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-flat-pam-adventures.html' title='More Flat Pam Adventures'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUbe_xNEprI/AAAAAAAAAy0/tWqEDyGmWE4/s72-c/Get+out+of+the+tree!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6194727780991803160</id><published>2008-12-10T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:37:12.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><title type='text'>Oh No I didn't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Oh yes I did&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367547338929138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUCHUX0WM_I/AAAAAAAAAyM/bRA96qPEl7w/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grady is wondering what the heck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; has on her head.  It's an elf hat and ears my dear boy.  Little does he know...It won't be long until he has his own head ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUCHVCFMHyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/4mwr7BHyww0/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367558683860770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUCHVCFMHyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/4mwr7BHyww0/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here he is with with his reindeer ears.  Heck, between the two of them, we have the start of the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer cast.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; would play Herbie the elf wanna be dentist and Grady as Rudolph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367553684698226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUCHUvdS9HI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ztC3MuEYi3A/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you can see by the above picture, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; is none to happy with this situation.  Shortly after the photo was taken, she hid under the table.  That is until....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367563335812962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUCHVTaTR2I/AAAAAAAAAyk/KE478uYgPhc/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; had her turn as a Christmas Carol extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, the holidays.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6194727780991803160?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6194727780991803160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6194727780991803160' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6194727780991803160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6194727780991803160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-no-i-didnt.html' title='Oh No I didn&apos;t...'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SUCHUX0WM_I/AAAAAAAAAyM/bRA96qPEl7w/s72-c/IMG_0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4911517305805550480</id><published>2008-12-09T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:01:53.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Another East Bay Regional Park Hike-Briones</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38c754c512562c5e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38c754c512562c5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70B7FEE752C39C9C05AAB0FB4606253079E9AF85.5BE13782E25F56711DDE40483AB5DD0C33F85141%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38c754c512562c5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD9hqK-DYYf0hxrdsqwZA2xmtRxs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38c754c512562c5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70B7FEE752C39C9C05AAB0FB4606253079E9AF85.5BE13782E25F56711DDE40483AB5DD0C33F85141%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38c754c512562c5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD9hqK-DYYf0hxrdsqwZA2xmtRxs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Briones&lt;/span&gt; Regional Park is another in the East Bay Regional Park system. The land in this park is from what use to be a Ranch, a 13,316 acre ranch. I am not sure how many miles of trails there are in this particular park but suffice it to say there are enough for the dogs and me to get our exercise and then some. This ranch has a little different landscape than Black Diamond and Morgan Territory. It is much more full of knotted oak trees. It is much cooler here than the others because of the shade. Beautiful none the less. As usual, the dogs had all kinds of fun. They love going to a new place. They take such pleasure in the simplest things like new smells. I don't know how they do it. Wish I could be a little more like them. Our walk was relatively short as it gets dark so early now. I walked about 3 miles. Of course, because the dogs were excited by the new place, they probably doubled my distance. They have been fed and are now all cozy in their doggy sleeping bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4911517305805550480?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38c754c512562c5e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4911517305805550480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4911517305805550480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4911517305805550480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4911517305805550480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-east-bay-regional-park-hike.html' title='Another East Bay Regional Park Hike-Briones'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7492555475431315534</id><published>2008-12-08T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:58:40.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Facebook can be very time-consuming.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7492555475431315534?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7492555475431315534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7492555475431315534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7492555475431315534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7492555475431315534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-know.html' title='What I know...'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2497033271607181010</id><published>2008-12-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:39:18.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Early Morning Beach Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-33fdeebd10cb89c9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33fdeebd10cb89c9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84D9C3071C603DBC12FD04A8EB6F2161787D69B6.3C86E115B265DEA6D0579546E586D554017686B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33fdeebd10cb89c9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMrp2MACzn_UGsmSnbewvfceix_E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33fdeebd10cb89c9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84D9C3071C603DBC12FD04A8EB6F2161787D69B6.3C86E115B265DEA6D0579546E586D554017686B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33fdeebd10cb89c9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMrp2MACzn_UGsmSnbewvfceix_E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today has been a very busy day.  Went to the beach early in the morning.  Started the walk at 7am.  The tide levels were just perfect.  The tide was going out so we had a lot of beach to walk on.  We walk south today.  Because there was so much beach, we were able to walk for miles.  I love walkingin that direction.  At a certain point the beach is almost pristine.  No one ever walks there.  It is very peaceful.  I was not going to put up these pictures because it seems I am always putting tbeach pictures up.  However, I think they are different enough because it is in a different area.  I hope that you all can see what I mean by pristine.  After the beach walk, I went to the Vizsla Club of Northern California's holiday party.  It was a lot of fun too.  Now I am tired and full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2497033271607181010?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=33fdeebd10cb89c9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2497033271607181010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2497033271607181010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2497033271607181010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2497033271607181010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-morning-beach-walk.html' title='Early Morning Beach Walk'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-9221328892136668339</id><published>2008-12-05T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:50:02.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>News That Makes Me Pause...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then just irked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Okay please need to get over the fact that Barack Obama won the election.  There are several suits that have been filed arguing that Obama is not a natural born citizen (he was born in the US) and therefore can't be sworn in as president.  Can I just say to all you folks out there trying to argue this point...."He won the election fair and square!  Get over it and get on with your lives"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Here's a CNN headline for you, "Seductive mom gets son's juror to 'fess up ".  Seems this mother went to extraordinary lengths to save her son from prison even though he was convicted of ordering the killing of a 19 year old boy.  She gave herself an extreme makeover and hit on one of the jurors for a number of months until she was able to get the desired information from him.  Too bad she didn't put that much energy into keeping her son out of gangs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-And another CNN headline reads "Commentary: Pregnant woman asks for help, gets ticket".  Apparently there was a major traffic jam on the road the pregnant woman took to get to the hospital.  Her contractions were three minutes apart so they drove on the breakdown lane until they met up with a state trooper who they asked for help.  Instead of helping them he humiliated the woman by questioning if she was really pregnant and them made her proved it.  On top of that, he gave them a ticket and didn't help them get to the hospital.  In order to keep my language clean let me just say this, What an Idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my last bit of disturbing news for the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt; baby sitter used tot in porn film".  I am not even going to go into the story.  The headline is disturbing enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I have to wonder...what is wrong with us?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-9221328892136668339?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/9221328892136668339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=9221328892136668339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/9221328892136668339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/9221328892136668339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/news-that-makes-me-pause.html' title='News That Makes Me Pause...'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2695328467564459641</id><published>2008-12-05T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:24:29.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward to Seeing "Milk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight I will be seeing the movie "Milk" with Suzy &amp;amp; Stephan.  I have been looking forward to this movie for a long time.   Harvey Milk and George Moscone being murdered by Dan White was a tragedy.  I saw the documentary "The Life and Times of Harvey Milk" many years ago.  I hope the movie does his life justice.  I will give my review once I have seen it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2695328467564459641?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2695328467564459641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2695328467564459641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2695328467564459641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2695328467564459641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-forward-to-seeing-milk.html' title='Looking Forward to Seeing &quot;Milk&quot;'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4614388721042252032</id><published>2008-11-30T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:11:51.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Another Great Day at the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another great day at the beach. Here it is November 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and it is clear, sunny and 65 degrees. Beautiful day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274560283355990450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/STMAocPRSbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/msZ9xZYeB3k/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Above is a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; intently watching the geese fly by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274559066972559730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/STL_ho23GXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/E1I0pfIpO4E/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sara surveying the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274559074838732386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/STL_iGKTXmI/AAAAAAAAAx8/lDUCqwykKmQ/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A random guy with his dogs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wakeboarding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have enjoyed my vacation immensely.  Unfortunately it is over and I am back to work tomorrow.  Oh well, more time off at Christmas time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4614388721042252032?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4614388721042252032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4614388721042252032' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4614388721042252032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4614388721042252032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-great-day-at-beach.html' title='Another Great Day at the Beach'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/STMAocPRSbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/msZ9xZYeB3k/s72-c/IMG_0451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4065603718488552320</id><published>2008-11-28T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:02:00.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Black Diamond Hike-The Day After Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36b92d4ec8aff900" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36b92d4ec8aff900%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69622CB639165995C590F201AA98B54B5691A9CA.4ECCE35687FD7293E6CB7A97839FFAA288DE8437%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36b92d4ec8aff900%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm8M6zK0CQFxBaePar8AqaYoxUFo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36b92d4ec8aff900%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69622CB639165995C590F201AA98B54B5691A9CA.4ECCE35687FD7293E6CB7A97839FFAA288DE8437%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36b92d4ec8aff900%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm8M6zK0CQFxBaePar8AqaYoxUFo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing like hiking (I mean really hiking) a couple days in a row.  Today Susan, Eddie, and I took the dogs for a hike in Black Diamond.  It was great hiking weather again.  There was a lot of fog for most of the hike but it wasn't too cold.  I know I have put pictures of this park out before but these pictures were taken on a different hike than the previous areas.  Our hike was about 6.25 miles of up and down landscape.  It was the first time Eddie and Susan had been on these trails and they were quite impressed.  I am fortunate to live 10 minutes away so am here often.  It is nice to take new people here to see their excitement at the views.  It helps me to not take my good fortune for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As with yesterday's hike, I am pleasantly tired and will sleep well again tonight.  The doggies are also tired and are resting in their doggy sleeping bags.  I could do this everyday and not get tired of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4065603718488552320?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36b92d4ec8aff900&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4065603718488552320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4065603718488552320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4065603718488552320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4065603718488552320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-diamond-hike-day-after-turkey-day.html' title='Black Diamond Hike-The Day After Turkey Day'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1852942884605298990</id><published>2008-11-27T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:45:56.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e10fb46093f5d2e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De10fb46093f5d2e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AB269A2A39BB9C61F6AB60D6032B434F4324EFC.5983A061662EEEB7D2F67493AD1CBD1AEB820BD3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De10fb46093f5d2e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3bItCJwFrHkUpHNjuJMquaWX1YY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De10fb46093f5d2e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AB269A2A39BB9C61F6AB60D6032B434F4324EFC.5983A061662EEEB7D2F67493AD1CBD1AEB820BD3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De10fb46093f5d2e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3bItCJwFrHkUpHNjuJMquaWX1YY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, another Thanksgiving has been spent enjoying a hike and meal with friends.  I can't think of a nicer way to spend it.  Today Christine, John, Suzy, Stephan and I took the dogs to Morgan Territory Regional Park for a nice hike.  We all arrived at about 9:30 to complete an approximately 6 mile hike.  As you will be able to tell from the little photo show, there was quite a bit of clouds at the start of the hike.  This is wonderful because it helps to keep all the hikers and dogs cool.  It certainly did that for the dogs.  They ran non-stop.  We are really lucky to have places like this to hike with the dogs.  They are much happier creatures with the right amount of exercise.  Although the hike was long, the company was wonderful.  Conversation flowed about numerous subjects.  I had a great time.   We had planned on having our Thanksgiving meal at the park after the hike.  Once we got to the vehicles, we pulled out the food-cornish hens, potato salad, green salad, and a wonderful carrot/leek soup.  There is nothing more satisfying after a long hike than a hearty meal.  Boy, did we have that...hmmm.  Christine was gracious enough to make a wonderful vegan pumpkin dessert.  Very tasty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So now that the hike and meal is over, the blog entry is complete, I can go and take a little nap.  What a satisfying day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1852942884605298990?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e10fb46093f5d2e3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1852942884605298990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1852942884605298990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1852942884605298990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1852942884605298990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-day-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving Day-2008'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7092369250565843745</id><published>2008-11-25T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:33:12.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Flashes of Childhood-Gumby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SSwTPSQ9JLI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Cg84QbbJDOw/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272610417065927858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SSwTPSQ9JLI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Cg84QbbJDOw/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was at the store picking up dog food and what do I see...a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gumby&lt;/span&gt; figure. I couldn't really imagine this as a dog toy. Actually I thought it was a pretty silly idea for a dog toy. But I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gumby&lt;/span&gt;. Not the show but the figures. I had them as I was growing up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gumby&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pokey&lt;/span&gt;...how funny. So I bought him. When I was bike-riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;competitively&lt;/span&gt;, many of the cyclist had G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;umby&lt;/span&gt; figures as riding companions. I don't know that today's kids would like them but they brought me back to a simpler time. Now I just need to figure out where to put him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7092369250565843745?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7092369250565843745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7092369250565843745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7092369250565843745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7092369250565843745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashes-of-childhood-gumby.html' title='Flashes of Childhood-Gumby'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SSwTPSQ9JLI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Cg84QbbJDOw/s72-c/IMG_0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-3314161184578728005</id><published>2008-11-23T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:30:16.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>More Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, it certainly has been awhile since the last post.  Seems I've been busy but not with anything particularly interesting or funny.  But...leave it to our American ingenuity to provide me with a topic to talk about.  For those of you who have seen Wall-E the movie, you may know where I am coming from.  A big premise of the movie was that the human race had gotten so into technology that over time, we became blobs floating along on electronic lounge chairs.  Well, we may be moving closer and closer to that reality.  Listening to radio news station, I heard a story that Domino's is working with TIVO to enable folks to place orders through the TIVO box.  We won't even have to get up to get the phone.  All I can say is...GET UP AND MOVE.  If we don't use those muscles we will lose them.  Seriously, isn't this a little bit scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This next item is more of an annoyance.  I was watching a commercial where a young man was proposing to his girlfriend.  Of course, they showed him on bent knee with the open ring box.  As I was watching, I couldn't help but look at his hands.  His fingernails were dirty.  How did the ad agency not notice that.  I realize that in real life that may happen BUT companies spend a lot of money on ads.  Shouldn't the agency have caught that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-3314161184578728005?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3314161184578728005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=3314161184578728005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3314161184578728005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3314161184578728005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-random-thoughts.html' title='More Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6474433500813647614</id><published>2008-11-17T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:27:31.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Observations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not too much to say today with the exception of a few random observations and thoughts.  So without further adieu, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Listening to the radio today I heard an ad for a company selling giant teddy bears, stuffed rabbits, you named it.  You can even have a personalized t-shirt made.  The final question the ad asks, "wouldn't you love a teddy bear taller than an NBA basketball player?".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;...no I would not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Also heard on the radio that the polar bears are so hungry they are eating each other.  Thankfully though, Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; informed us there really is not any man made problems with the environment.   I guess they have always eaten themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Looking out at the park outside my office window, I noticed a woman practicing her line dancing steps.  The question my friend Staci asked..."is it really line dancing when it's a line of one.".  Excellent question Staci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-While taking a lunch time walk, I notice a commotion.  There were five or six men holding down another man while they waited for the police.  The held down man was screaming bloody murder.  Apparently, he had just robbed some tourists.  It was quite reminiscent of the show "Cops".  Just goes to show, big cities don't just have high profile crimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Can someone please tell how "Forbes" magazine can publish an article the "Hollywood's Most Influential Infants"?  How in the world are these infants influential?  And if they are...Shame on us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, before I get on to things that really peeve me, I will end this post.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;...feel a Little better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6474433500813647614?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6474433500813647614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6474433500813647614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6474433500813647614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6474433500813647614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-observations.html' title='Random Observations'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6685534739831001313</id><published>2008-11-16T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:50:57.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><title type='text'>Grady and Colvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269436994903791394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SSDNBzeK1yI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Rxgy3CZQD04/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SSDNCCSr1bI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kcPNI75CSdI/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269436998882153906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SSDNCCSr1bI/AAAAAAAAAxc/kcPNI75CSdI/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Grady seems to have really become attached to Colvin. He always wants to be near her. The really sweet thing is that Colvin is perfectly fine with him in her space. Normally, this is Colvin's chair. Grady jumped up into it with her and it didn't seem to bother her a bit. She is a wonderful old girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6685534739831001313?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6685534739831001313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6685534739831001313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6685534739831001313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6685534739831001313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/grady-and-colvin.html' title='Grady and Colvin'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SSDNBzeK1yI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Rxgy3CZQD04/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6477801662072014141</id><published>2008-11-15T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:11:44.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sasa'/><title type='text'>Sasa-The Tree Climbing Vizsla Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9h8pA6r8I/AAAAAAAAAxM/yp04tnpts-M/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269037783476514754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9h8pA6r8I/AAAAAAAAAxM/yp04tnpts-M/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269037775001161090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9h8JcPDYI/AAAAAAAAAxE/33go5j9R5MY/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9h747mp8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/b3GuR9FVuCs/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269037770569328578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9h747mp8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/b3GuR9FVuCs/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuing to show her tree climbing prowess, Sara shows us how easy it is.  Then she proceeds to walk down the narrowest part of the tree.  This picture was taken right before she slipped off.  As you can see, her brothers are very interested and amazed at what she is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6477801662072014141?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6477801662072014141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6477801662072014141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6477801662072014141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6477801662072014141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sasa-tree-climbing-vizsla-part-2.html' title='Sasa-The Tree Climbing Vizsla Part 2'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9h8pA6r8I/AAAAAAAAAxM/yp04tnpts-M/s72-c/IMG_0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1748045443793117260</id><published>2008-11-15T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:37:16.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Hard to Believe It Is November 15th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well we were off to the beach again today. Not that unusual I know but it was 80 degrees at the beach today. That's unheard of for this time of the year. Of course it was beautiful but I can't help but think there truly are some greenhouse gas issues going on. Oh well, I enjoy the day and continue to try and reduce my carbon footprint. Anyways, below are a series of pictures showing the dogs stalking and chasing the seabirds. Funny thing is, I think the birds enjoy taunting them. They know there is no way the dogs will catch them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9c9HKz21I/AAAAAAAAAwM/4N0mHbhQ690/s1600-h/birds1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269032294012934994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9c9HKz21I/AAAAAAAAAwM/4N0mHbhQ690/s320/birds1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269032297568233314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9c9UadZ2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4o53-salLow/s320/birds2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269032304391322770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9c9t1NfJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/uiATVxUR8N4/s320/birds3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269032316480593314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9c-a3hHaI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1AMGKDoiAPQ/s320/birds4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269032317928940722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9c-gQ1JLI/AAAAAAAAAws/kxP-RwptRMA/s320/birds5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269034256253764578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9evVFew-I/AAAAAAAAAw0/jf6KappwKYM/s320/birds6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I do love watching these guys run. I love their energy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;athleticism. Wish I could get some. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1748045443793117260?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1748045443793117260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1748045443793117260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1748045443793117260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1748045443793117260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-to-believe-it-is-november-15th.html' title='Hard to Believe It Is November 15th'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR9c9HKz21I/AAAAAAAAAwM/4N0mHbhQ690/s72-c/birds1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8595785342788041857</id><published>2008-11-14T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:22:45.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fritz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confirmation'/><title type='text'>Red Dawn Mr Fritz-Super Showing at Nationals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR4u_vhutuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MU5j75hfu2s/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268700286694635234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR4u_vhutuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MU5j75hfu2s/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another Sara puppy struts his stuff.  Red Dawn Mr Fritz had quite a showing at the Vizsla Nationals in Tucson AZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  There were a total 164 entries and he last to the final cut of twelve or 13 dogs.  Pretty amazing for a dog under three years old.  He was more than ably handled by Cheryl Krajcar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8595785342788041857?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8595785342788041857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8595785342788041857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8595785342788041857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8595785342788041857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-dawn-mr-fritz-super-showing-at.html' title='Red Dawn Mr Fritz-Super Showing at Nationals'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SR4u_vhutuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MU5j75hfu2s/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6916484228053188083</id><published>2008-11-10T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:28:12.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><title type='text'>Grady-Truly the King of the Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRi0iVCGq2I/AAAAAAAAAv8/KDDX5-q06Yo/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267158266064317282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRi0iVCGq2I/AAAAAAAAAv8/KDDX5-q06Yo/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I always think Grady is the bottom of the totem pole in the household but I think he is smarter than I give him credit for.  In this picture, he is letting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; clean him.  It reminds me of Lions in a pride.  It was sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6916484228053188083?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6916484228053188083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6916484228053188083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6916484228053188083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6916484228053188083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/grady-truly-king-of-pride.html' title='Grady-Truly the King of the Pride'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRi0iVCGq2I/AAAAAAAAAv8/KDDX5-q06Yo/s72-c/IMG_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-3257948325568039165</id><published>2008-11-10T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:18:08.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning...And A Vacation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am happy to report that I have decided to take a vacation day today.  Tomorrow is a bank holiday so I decided to take the day off and extend the weekend to four days.  I can't tell you how nice it was last night to know I was going to work today.  I love long weekends.  Truth be told, I would love to be retired.  There are so many fun things I could fill my days with.  Unfortunately, that may not happen as soon as I like with the way the stock market and economy is going.  Hey...maybe a can will the lottery.  It could happen.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-3257948325568039165?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3257948325568039165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=3257948325568039165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3257948325568039165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3257948325568039165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-morningand-vacation-day.html' title='Monday Morning...And A Vacation Day'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-3909493482284186840</id><published>2008-11-09T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:23:25.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Flat Pam Sighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After her flight on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Prairie&lt;/span&gt; Flyer's rocket, we all she was lost somewhere in Colorado but no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844421105537970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReXGJc-U7I/AAAAAAAAAvM/G8DJeHpt2lE/s320/P1060745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here she is in the wheel of a 747 in a Florida airport. She must have caught on as it was passing on her rocket flight. Funny, she lost her spacesuit and really flattened out to the point of looking like a sheet of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844421593009154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReXGLRMjAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/YfsDcFL-sUE/s320/P1060743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once the plane landed, she made her way up from the wheel to the engine of the plane. Thank goodness the engine wasn't on. She would be shredded Pam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844426979079042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReXGfVVc4I/AAAAAAAAAvc/lU_rIAhic_Q/s320/P1060742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She made it from the engine to the ramp. Apparently she has designs to get into the plane. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;similarities&lt;/span&gt; ended at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt; because I avoid going in a plane at all costs. Not so Flat Pam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844427984023426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReXGjE7r4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/aoAOnllAjPs/s320/P1060738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She fancies herself as a pilot. What is she thinking. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;altitude&lt;/span&gt; from the rocket ride must have effected her. Obviously that is impossible. She has only been on this earth for a couple of months.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844436432633426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReXHCjPPlI/AAAAAAAAAvs/mCIEg5Si3co/s320/P1060737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no way she could possibly have the require flight hours to get her pilot license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844576185651938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReXPLK9EuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/p0vU5djsSIU/s320/P1060739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, someone convinced her to fly in the passenger area where she belongs and leave the flying to the professionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-3909493482284186840?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3909493482284186840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=3909493482284186840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3909493482284186840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3909493482284186840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/flat-pam-sighting.html' title='Flat Pam Sighting'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReXGJc-U7I/AAAAAAAAAvM/G8DJeHpt2lE/s72-c/P1060745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-3992259856527155631</id><published>2008-11-09T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:26:01.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Dixy the Tired Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This doesn't happen very often but today it did. After a couple of hours on the beach of non-stop tennis ball fetching, Dixy was exhausted. Of course, like a little kid, she fought it all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266832513533049938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReMRCSdfFI/AAAAAAAAAu0/d8bOXS-Ya94/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dixy-"I am just relaxing."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266832525902603570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReMRwXl5TI/AAAAAAAAAu8/eFEjaUEhntw/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dixy-"I'm not tired. Really. I am just having trouble keeping this eye open"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266832536448602242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReMSXp9EII/AAAAAAAAAvE/hcax3rRdVzk/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dixy-"Oh why fight it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-3992259856527155631?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3992259856527155631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=3992259856527155631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3992259856527155631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3992259856527155631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/dixy-tired-dog.html' title='Dixy the Tired Dog'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReMRCSdfFI/AAAAAAAAAu0/d8bOXS-Ya94/s72-c/IMG_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6751461950065270616</id><published>2008-11-09T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:16:28.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>To the Beach...Where Else?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a celebration of our good fortunes this weekend (like I need an excuse) we went to the beach. I was an absolutely perfect day. It was crystal clear but had the bite of autumn air. The tide was even right. I love days at the beach like that. I was one of the days that I felt like I could walk for hours. The really amazing thing is that there was not a lot of people there. Always okay with me. I enjoy the tranquility.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266825082199974114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFgealoOI/AAAAAAAAAus/XjadS3GRG_Q/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We took a different path than we normally take to get to the beach today. It was pretty secluded. The above picture was taken on that path. I love the sentiment. I wish it was more in the open. Certainly a message that should not be hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFDme7bOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Xc_5LeftDH4/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266824586149457122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFDme7bOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Xc_5LeftDH4/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you can see, lots of shore. And of course, what would a day at the beach be if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; didn't have a tennis ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFBFoyZMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/DDPZC0_1LTo/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266824542972699842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFBFoyZMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/DDPZC0_1LTo/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love how foamy the water is. The tide would come in and the sea form would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skitter&lt;/span&gt; across the shore. It was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFAk6NjjI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9aOsf_kU3MQ/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266824534187413042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFAk6NjjI/AAAAAAAAAuU/9aOsf_kU3MQ/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFAOJALRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/mxBcWPvqp30/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266824528075435282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFAOJALRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/mxBcWPvqp30/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6751461950065270616?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6751461950065270616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6751461950065270616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6751461950065270616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6751461950065270616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-beachwhere-else.html' title='To the Beach...Where Else?'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SReFgealoOI/AAAAAAAAAus/XjadS3GRG_Q/s72-c/IMG_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-5062074761691647297</id><published>2008-11-09T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:34:49.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confirmation'/><title type='text'>Red Dawn Duna What a Good Boy Am I Takes His Turn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRd-q1gLKXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/i7ME8Eu2W6I/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266817563614718322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRd-q1gLKXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/i7ME8Eu2W6I/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well the Red Dawn Kennel had another great day. Today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Duna&lt;/span&gt; got his second major (3 points) in style. He took Best of Breed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Duna&lt;/span&gt; was shown by Jean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hargis&lt;/span&gt; who he seems to have a nice bond with. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Duna&lt;/span&gt; was nicknamed Peanut when the litter was here. He has always been a very sweet and thoughtful boy. I am really happy for owners John and Christine who have given him a loving home and every opportunity to excel. WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-5062074761691647297?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/5062074761691647297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=5062074761691647297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5062074761691647297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5062074761691647297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-dawn-duna-what-good-boy-am-i-takes.html' title='Red Dawn Duna What a Good Boy Am I Takes His Turn.'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRd-q1gLKXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/i7ME8Eu2W6I/s72-c/IMG_0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8167791858714367201</id><published>2008-11-08T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:35:17.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confirmation'/><title type='text'>Red Dawn Grady's All Wound Up JH Wins!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am happy to say that Grady won Winner's Dog at the show Woo Hoo! It was a three point major. He just needs two more points to be a finished champion. I was thrilled as you can imagine. Below are a few pictures from the show today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266468397034537778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRZBGqoQgzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0DuANUJRQXk/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stephanie with Grady and Erin with Jasper (Grady's brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266468400690215426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRZBG4P1ugI/AAAAAAAAAtc/meJRye4_pBo/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Stephanie taking Grady around the ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266468406696835874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRZBHOn7eyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Yw5ndIlTmFM/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stephanie preparing Grady for the judge to go over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266468415397081986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRZBHvCOs4I/AAAAAAAAAts/SRrYbTyxwho/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grady standing for the judge and doing it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266468418319623330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRZBH57BJKI/AAAAAAAAAt0/mKJVO60GvDg/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The judge moving Grady up to the head of the class.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8167791858714367201?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8167791858714367201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8167791858714367201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8167791858714367201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8167791858714367201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-dawn-gradys-all-wound-up-jh-wins.html' title='Red Dawn Grady&apos;s All Wound Up JH Wins!!'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SRZBGqoQgzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0DuANUJRQXk/s72-c/IMG_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8257348510341532028</id><published>2008-11-04T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:57:55.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Trying to Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sitting in my office, playing free video games and doing whatever I can to avoid the election coverage.  I can't stand it anymore and don't want to see a bit of it.  If I could, I would sleep until tomorrow, when the results would be known and I could either mourn the state of our nation and our dashed hopes or could celebrate the possibilities of getting things back on track.  I know that this is cryptic but that is how I want it to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Currently, all the pups are in the office with me.  Each are in their sleeping bags and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; is snoring.  Why can't we be as carefree as them?  I love that about dogs.  They are eternally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; and have such low expectations.  We could learn a lot from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8257348510341532028?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8257348510341532028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8257348510341532028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8257348510341532028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8257348510341532028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/trying-to-escape.html' title='Trying to Escape'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7216057895616315899</id><published>2008-11-03T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:11:06.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Flat Pam Has Her Own Adventure Courtesy of Prairie Flyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;After Flat Tony experience his rocket ride in Colorado, courtesy of Dale. His blog is at the following address &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://prairieflounder.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;http://prairieflounder.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;. Since he was orchestrating the thrill ride, I will let him tell the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well Pam, your ride into the sunny Sky's of Northern Colorado didn't go so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First problem I encountered was an issue with Capt Danger; he just didn't want to share his rocket or capsule. I even tried to appeal to his vanity and tell him that if Flat Pam the Stunt Woman didn't fly in the stunt monkey rocket she would go up in a larger more power full rocket, and test a altimeter! This appeal didn't work. He took his capsule and left to visit some relatives in Florida, I think he is secretly volunteering to work for the Obama campaign, but I won't hold it against him, he is a good monkey just a bit willful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I happen to have an extra I 366 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cessoroni&lt;/span&gt; motor that would work just fine in my Yin/Yang rocket that I build for Mile High Mayhem. I also had an altimeter to test, so it was off to the prairie to test out the new configuration. I debated whether or not to put Pam inside the vehicle or taped to the outside. I created a suit for her with a helmet, and even a parachute for protection in case the tape didn't work (Flat Tony can attest to this) The reason she didn't ride inside is that there is no capsule, and she would have to ride with the ejection charges (Black powder) so friction from wind won out over exploding flaming death. She is after all made of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264600453393333442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ-eOCTevMI/AAAAAAAAAss/EYbKNGyv-JM/s320/Astropam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264600458859611762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ-eOWqvhnI/AAAAAAAAAs0/znYdKb42fRU/s320/APcar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yin Yang is an excellent test bed for altimeters; it's fast, tough, and can easily handle any 38mm motor. So out to the pad we went, I had everything set up and ready to launch, the altimeter was armed, and Pam was securely taped to the side of the rocket. I went back to a safe distance and the launch control officer counted down from five. Whoosh, up she went into the sky, a very impressive launch. It was when the rocket disappeared from sight that it occurred to me that the paper and tape on the outside of the rocket probably won't be able to withstand the aerodynamic forces. I run computer simulations on all my rockets to ensure they are stable and safe to fly. This rocket, with the motor I installed, was simulated to exceed 400mph and achieve approximately a mile in altitude above ground level. Hope Pam packed her own parachute! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264601486808999154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ-fKME-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/L62jJGwXplo/s320/FPpad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264601489873893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ-fKXfs-SI/AAAAAAAAAtM/8pM6bUTIiIo/s320/FPsearch.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The search for Yin/Yang while short was quite a walk. It was a long way away but visible due to the brightly colored parachute. When I came upon the rocket the altimeter showed a peak altitude of 5438'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AGL&lt;/span&gt; which was right on with the simulation. Now the bad news, apparently Flat Pam didn't make it back to the ground with the rocket. The only thing still attached to the rocket was her glove. No, I checked, and there was not a hand inside. So the search was on, here is a photo of the recovery area. The search was eventually abandoned at dusk due to a lack of visibility and a lack of volunteers. Also due to a large and angry population of rattlesnakes that seem to be everywhere, people were just not willing to risk their lives in search of a paper figure with a missing glove. (Go figure) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264601487295576562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ-fKN4--fI/AAAAAAAAAtE/c6xZ-Tg6Vsg/s320/FPland.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure flat Pam will be just fine, we will be back next week for an EX launch. I bet it was a wild ride, and I bet her parachute worked just fine, otherwise we would have found her close to the launch pad.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Pam no guts no glory!&lt;br /&gt;-PF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Thanks for a fabulous trip! I am sure Flat Pam (wherever she is) is still grinning ear to ear (unless she's dead) from the thrill of going a mile in the air at 400mph. WOW! That is fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7216057895616315899?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7216057895616315899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7216057895616315899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7216057895616315899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7216057895616315899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/flat-pam-has-her-own-adventure-courtesy.html' title='Flat Pam Has Her Own Adventure Courtesy of Prairie Flyer'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ-eOCTevMI/AAAAAAAAAss/EYbKNGyv-JM/s72-c/Astropam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1360320997724317189</id><published>2008-11-02T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:47:51.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Colvin-Still Playful At Over 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even at a little over 11 years old, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; has a little spunk to her and still wants the tennis ball tossed so she can chase it.  Unfortunately for her, there is no way she can out run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; so she never has a chance.  What I usually end up doing is pretending to toss the ball in one direction which sends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; running like a bat out of hell and then lobbing the ball in the opposite direction so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; can trot over and pick it up.  I can usually do this about 4 or 5 times before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; catches on.  Then she waits until she actually sees the ball leave my hands.  Until that time though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; is in her little piece of heaven acting like a puppy again.  It is very sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Below are a few pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; with the tennis ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4dkTYXJQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/J--glahwiL4/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264177523957638402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4dkTYXJQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/J--glahwiL4/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4dkE7qkiI/AAAAAAAAAsY/p8GV6IkmAPU/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264177520079180322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4dkE7qkiI/AAAAAAAAAsY/p8GV6IkmAPU/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4dj0rLdDI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/U__vMqgJM6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264177515715064882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4dj0rLdDI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/U__vMqgJM6Q/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4djlnhgEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/NLsG5l8xNx8/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264177511673200706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4djlnhgEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/NLsG5l8xNx8/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1360320997724317189?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1360320997724317189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1360320997724317189' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1360320997724317189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1360320997724317189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/colvin-still-playful-at-over-11.html' title='Colvin-Still Playful At Over 11'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4dkTYXJQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/J--glahwiL4/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-3503132990815239862</id><published>2008-11-02T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:34:53.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><title type='text'>Back to the Tide Chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So when we got to the beach today, the tide was higher than I had anticipated. Not to worry though, I brought my Muck shoes. I figured my feet wouldn't get wet and all would be good. We walked along for an hour or so and all was going as usual. Dixy was chasing tennis balls, Grady was pestering Dixy, Sara was trying to get Grady to chase her, and Colvin was enjoying her leisurely walk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264174952343227170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4bOnXtSyI/AAAAAAAAAsA/dsz7g3sId6w/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was so focused on watching Dixy and Grady run up and down the sides of the cliffs chasing after the tennis ball that I completely lost track of where the tide was. With my back to the water and my eyes on the cliff, I was suddenly overcome with ocean up to 15 inches on my legs. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway) the muck shoes do little good if the water goes into them. So I proceeded to walk another 45 minutes back to the car with squishy, soaking wet pants socks and shoes. All in 57 degree weather...Good times. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-3503132990815239862?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3503132990815239862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=3503132990815239862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3503132990815239862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3503132990815239862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-tide-chart.html' title='Back to the Tide Chart'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQ4bOnXtSyI/AAAAAAAAAsA/dsz7g3sId6w/s72-c/IMG_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-459294208471703387</id><published>2008-11-02T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:08:44.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Is it Daylight Savings of Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can never figure out when it is called daylight savings.  Can't we just say moving the clock forward or backward?  Anyways that is another issue.  I had been planning a trip to the beach today (I know...a shocker) and read in the tide chart that low tide was at 7:19am.  So I got up at 5:30 so I could feed the dogs, drink some coffee and get to the beach by low tide.  Well, I decided to check my email (thankfully) and saw that the computer clock said 4:30.  I thought...why is the computer clock off...it is suppose to be automatic.  Finally, it dawned on me (would you be quick at that time of the day), the clocks were turned back.  How come I didn't know?!  I missed my extra hour of sleep...darn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-459294208471703387?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/459294208471703387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=459294208471703387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/459294208471703387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/459294208471703387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-daylight-savings-of-not.html' title='Is it Daylight Savings of Not?'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7750614841567444745</id><published>2008-10-31T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:01:08.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara'/><title type='text'>Halloween and Sneaky Sara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am trying to get all the Halloween candy in a bowl, preparing for the trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt;. I had to run to the back of the house and when I came back, this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263513142889177602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQvBUPCCYgI/AAAAAAAAArw/3obxrgoPvv8/s320/DSCN1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course I knew who it had to be....Sara. It always is in these instances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263514856839093394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQvC3__inJI/AAAAAAAAAr4/WI-b2XGSfCA/s320/DSCN1322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She is really quite sneak. Her she is saying "What, I don't see any candy...Hey how that get there?". Oh Sara, you sneaky girl you. How do you find it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another funny little Halloween story. I a group of siblings from 3 to 11 came to the door.  I gave each of them some candy. They ran down the the sidewalk to their parents. Two of them came back, the 11 and 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;, to ask about the dogs. Next thing I know, the 3 year old is taking candy from the bowl. I think she has been secretly taking lessons from Sara on candy thievery. It was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7750614841567444745?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7750614841567444745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7750614841567444745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7750614841567444745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7750614841567444745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-and-sneaky-sara.html' title='Halloween and Sneaky Sara'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQvBUPCCYgI/AAAAAAAAArw/3obxrgoPvv8/s72-c/DSCN1323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-352916917329678974</id><published>2008-10-29T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:19:06.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>The Onion-Obama's Presidential Internship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not sure how many of you are familiar with the Onion but it is a satirical newspaper that is apparently now doing videos for youtube. I have been so bothered by the nonsense that is the run up to the election that I decided I would try to find things that were funny yet not nasty. found this and thought it was good. So I am sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CU1QxIIb0JU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CU1QxIIb0JU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really want to say, I am really disheartened by how nasty we are becoming to each other in this country. It is really not what the country was built on. Yet here we are, acting as though we are not one country. I believe that if we don't start working together that we will blow ourselves apart. People need to grow up, listen to each other and find common ground. If we don't, we may find ourselves going the way of the Roman Empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-352916917329678974?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/352916917329678974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=352916917329678974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/352916917329678974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/352916917329678974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/onion-obamas-presidential-internship.html' title='The Onion-Obama&apos;s Presidential Internship'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-3609378354152819908</id><published>2008-10-28T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:04:10.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Learning About Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because we are getting so close to the election, I thought it was my duty to bring please a couple to chuckles. I know I need them because I am darn tired of this stuff and can't wait for it to be over. So here's to getting mavericky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liaaiyXPIyk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liaaiyXPIyk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will be searching for more fun stuff up through the election.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-3609378354152819908?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3609378354152819908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=3609378354152819908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3609378354152819908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3609378354152819908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-about-sarah-palin.html' title='Learning About Sarah Palin'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8036882589234523702</id><published>2008-10-26T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:18:11.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Morgan Territory Regional Preserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b08b8c39604e626" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b08b8c39604e626%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23347C35210569DF2EA4B500DBCCEB0705F70DC3.365C7B325573C93FC6340C0F7730E6A7C4913196%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b08b8c39604e626%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUcm7TsPxo8b4EC2vZSJGNk84wbs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b08b8c39604e626%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23347C35210569DF2EA4B500DBCCEB0705F70DC3.365C7B325573C93FC6340C0F7730E6A7C4913196%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b08b8c39604e626%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUcm7TsPxo8b4EC2vZSJGNk84wbs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took some friends and the dogs for a hike at Morgan Territory Regional Preserve today.  Morgan Territory is another park in the East Bay Regional Park District that allows for off-leash dog walking plus is a beautiful place to walk.  This park is approximately 30 miles South of Antioch and is even less developed than Black Diamond.  There are approximately 4700 acres of land with many miles of trails.  We hiked 5.75 miles through a variety of scenery, some very open and some very shaded.  It is a really beautiful park where the dogs can run their little hearts out, I can get my exercise, and we can all enjoy the natural beauty.  I feel really fortunate to live in an area that has as much open space.  Especially when you consider just how crowded the bay area is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8036882589234523702?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6b08b8c39604e626&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8036882589234523702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8036882589234523702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8036882589234523702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8036882589234523702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/morgan-territory-regional-preserve.html' title='Morgan Territory Regional Preserve'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2604111125016994102</id><published>2008-10-25T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:29:41.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Mis-reading The Tide Chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e32e6c3dddc12c88" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De32e6c3dddc12c88%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1994DFFCEF721217D1ED198CC485043F752B2096.68E5C5E4BF6052231E0C354450B6C36ACB5AF5C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De32e6c3dddc12c88%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMTZdIgc9k3g0Bkwau3qwHn8gHZk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De32e6c3dddc12c88%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1994DFFCEF721217D1ED198CC485043F752B2096.68E5C5E4BF6052231E0C354450B6C36ACB5AF5C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De32e6c3dddc12c88%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMTZdIgc9k3g0Bkwau3qwHn8gHZk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As usual, we headed to the beach today for an early morning walk.  Last night, I checked the tide chart and thought I read that it would be a fairly low tide and we would have plenty of room to walk the beach for a couple of hours.  Well, once we got there, I realized I may not have read it quite right.  From the top of the hill, it looked like the tide was pretty high.  None-the-less, I decided that it would be alright and the tide wasn't as high as it looked.  That would be my wishful thinking mode (some would say stubborn) because when we got to the bottom, there truly was very little beach to walk on.  For the dogs, not a problem.  They are perfectly happy getting wet or not.  I, on the other hand, prefer not to get my feet wet, especially at the very beginning of the walk.  What I wanted and what I got were two completely different things.  After the long drive though, I was determined to stay out there for a couple of hours.  As you will see from the video, there was some areas we could walk along but more that we couldn't (at least not if we wanted to stay dry).  Doesn't matter to me really though, when it comes down to it, a bad day at the beach is still better than most days away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Colvin  (the 11 1/2 year old) is very content after the walk.  She is snoring...it is sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, off to do the NordicTrac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2604111125016994102?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e32e6c3dddc12c88&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2604111125016994102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2604111125016994102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2604111125016994102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2604111125016994102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/mis-reading-tide-chart.html' title='Mis-reading The Tide Chart'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2569126806232073925</id><published>2008-10-24T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:03:33.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Things That People Will Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJn0xixKwI/AAAAAAAAArI/YttrPWU_Wt4/s1600-h/DSCN1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260881471072185090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJn0xixKwI/AAAAAAAAArI/YttrPWU_Wt4/s320/DSCN1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles to look for images of southwestern, US birds and reptiles. While wandering around the store, I spotted this, "Toilets of the World". Don't ask me why, but I just had to have it . I mean who would think of putting together a book of pictures of toilets and their descriptions from around the world. As I was flipping through it, I found an assortment of toilet types. Everything from your basic outhouse to really elaborate hi-tech toilets. There were a few that I just had to share though. More for their really bizarreness. This one moves and shakes. Can you men imagine using this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260881472092638658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJn01WEDcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/i5zjr20fzKI/s320/DSCN1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who knows where they got the idea for this one. Kind of reminds me of someone I might see in a Gay Pride Parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260881474956707682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJn1AA6R2I/AAAAAAAAArY/YwhxAZvFBXA/s320/DSCN1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This one made me feel uncomfortable even thinking about using these toilets. I mean who wants faces staring at you the whole time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260881483113479170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJn1eZovAI/AAAAAAAAArg/1oP8nsBj5hQ/s320/DSCN1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then there was this one. Frightening on so many levels but funny too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260881482541080930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJn1cRKoWI/AAAAAAAAAro/y7-trteiVWU/s320/DSCN1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways wanted to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2569126806232073925?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2569126806232073925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2569126806232073925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2569126806232073925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2569126806232073925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-people-will-buy.html' title='Things That People Will Buy'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJn0xixKwI/AAAAAAAAArI/YttrPWU_Wt4/s72-c/DSCN1037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-5146882556956039014</id><published>2008-10-24T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:59:58.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flat Tony'/><title type='text'>Flat Tony and His 3D Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJEopqtAxI/AAAAAAAAArA/mIRT_lyhx3U/s1600-h/appreciation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260842779892581138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJEopqtAxI/AAAAAAAAArA/mIRT_lyhx3U/s320/appreciation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We just received this cool certificate from 3D Tony and his flat self.  Thanks Tonys!  Although, just being able to participate was much more fun than I could have imagined.  It was truly a blast.  I hope to continue to read about Flat Tony's adventures worldwide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-5146882556956039014?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/5146882556956039014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=5146882556956039014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5146882556956039014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5146882556956039014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/flat-tony-and-his-3d-self.html' title='Flat Tony and His 3D Self'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQJEopqtAxI/AAAAAAAAArA/mIRT_lyhx3U/s72-c/appreciation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4442730578261034294</id><published>2008-10-23T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:39:18.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara'/><title type='text'>Vizlsas on Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQFKWSybboI/AAAAAAAAAq4/z__yBvUzlSo/s1600-h/DSCN1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260567586606378626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQFKWSybboI/AAAAAAAAAq4/z__yBvUzlSo/s320/DSCN1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am preparing my dinner and all of a sudden Sara jumps up on the couch, ready to pounce on whatever has dared to enter her backyard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; is trying to figure out what is going on. I walk over to see what it is....leaves. It was windy. Good job Sara. We are safe from the threat of blowing leaves...phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4442730578261034294?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4442730578261034294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4442730578261034294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4442730578261034294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4442730578261034294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/vizlsas-on-alert.html' title='Vizlsas on Alert'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQFKWSybboI/AAAAAAAAAq4/z__yBvUzlSo/s72-c/DSCN1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1731822137518632000</id><published>2008-10-23T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:17:05.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara'/><title type='text'>The Demise of the Troll Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the dogs have been reading the comments on the blog. When I came home today, I found this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260516540660119842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQEb7B0c-SI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/hYMgmX8QxtQ/s320/troll1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; hovering over the troll clown. At this point, I am not certain whether it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dixy&lt;/span&gt; or Sara who is responsible for this shredding. Of course Sara is saying, "who me?", as she is licking her tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260516549059834738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQEb7hHGc3I/AAAAAAAAAqo/JCEPAWM44yM/s320/troll4a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still not sure who is responsible, I assess the damage to the sinister troll clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260516540728558946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQEb7CExRWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/0j8Qcp9Z480/s320/troll3a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260516547037278962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQEb7Zk4svI/AAAAAAAAAqg/mgE0Puhu7M4/s320/troll3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you can see, he is now empty-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;headed&lt;/span&gt; and hairless. Apparently, the dogs had little patience for his antics and did not want him wreaking havoc on anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; life. But still...which one was the ringleader? All of a sudden, it became very clear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260516553378132066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQEb7xMqcGI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7ID-gA1_hTY/s320/troll5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should have known. Nothing happens without Sara's approval. She is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, the queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vizsla&lt;/span&gt; of the household.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently Sara took my comments from the previous post to heart. She really punished him. Sorry Staci-he only lasted a day in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1731822137518632000?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1731822137518632000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1731822137518632000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1731822137518632000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1731822137518632000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/demise-of-troll-clown.html' title='The Demise of the Troll Clown'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SQEb7B0c-SI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/hYMgmX8QxtQ/s72-c/troll1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8768152763301306585</id><published>2008-10-22T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:49:19.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara'/><title type='text'>The Troll Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something fishy has been going on in my office. For the past couple of weeks, I have had all kinds of phone problems in my office. My phone would ring to nowhere and would be answered by a black hole. No matter who I reported it to, they weren't able to fix it. My frustration was reaching it's limits. I was at my wits end. Then I came into the office and caught him in the act. At first I wasn't sure what he was. I guess he anticipated that, so he added his own little note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260127368949894386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SP-5-QORjPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/8UDVNc8YywQ/s320/DSCN0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you can see, he is a devious little creature. He was screwing around with my phone system. He must have tired of toying with me and allowed himself to be caught, figuring he would be free to move on to the next tied-to-technology human. He hadn't expected me to pack him in my bag and take him home to meet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260127360543222738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SP-59w5969I/AAAAAAAAApw/rDyfJ1bC5Nc/s320/DSCN0999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260130301361074690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SP-8o8TlMgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/lyOViCk_8HM/s320/DSCN1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She had decided to make him her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260130304550160994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SP-8pIL6ymI/AAAAAAAAAqI/P9BZebQrRuY/s320/DSCN1012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So there you are little troll clown, maybe now you will know not to mess with a vizsla owner. We are protected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another moral to the story...it's not just the gremlins that will get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8768152763301306585?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8768152763301306585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8768152763301306585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8768152763301306585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8768152763301306585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/troll-clown.html' title='The Troll Clown'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SP-5-QORjPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/8UDVNc8YywQ/s72-c/DSCN0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-3218020861094214391</id><published>2008-10-19T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:28:38.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fritz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confirmation'/><title type='text'>Another Red Dawn Champion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPuzllfAk3I/AAAAAAAAApo/hDnGD9AYjow/s1600-h/Fritz+supported+entry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258994448183890802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPuzllfAk3I/AAAAAAAAApo/hDnGD9AYjow/s320/Fritz+supported+entry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Red Dawn Mr Fritz finished his championship today by beating out six other males. He won Winner's Dog and Best of Winner's. This is the second of Sara's puppies to earn their championship this year and the third overall (Dixy being the other). Congratulations to the Hahn Family and Cheryl Krajcar, the handler. We are all very proud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-3218020861094214391?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3218020861094214391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=3218020861094214391' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3218020861094214391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/3218020861094214391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_19.html' title='Another Red Dawn Champion'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPuzllfAk3I/AAAAAAAAApo/hDnGD9AYjow/s72-c/Fritz+supported+entry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1377136391491792268</id><published>2008-10-18T20:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:36:00.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duna'/><title type='text'>Duna-The Thoughtful Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPqjj6SFT6I/AAAAAAAAApg/9fuI-x2wm7w/s1600-h/DSCN0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258695352244326306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPqjj6SFT6I/AAAAAAAAApg/9fuI-x2wm7w/s320/DSCN0989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Duna is one of Grady's brothers. He is probably the calmest of that entire litter. While the rest of the dogs may be running all around us jumping for water, the tennis ball, or whatever, Duna always seems to rise above it all and calmly evaluates the situation. He has been like this since he was a wee little guy. As his human mom says, "Duna is very strategic". I just say he is a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1377136391491792268?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1377136391491792268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1377136391491792268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1377136391491792268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1377136391491792268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_5343.html' title='Duna-The Thoughtful Boy'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPqjj6SFT6I/AAAAAAAAApg/9fuI-x2wm7w/s72-c/DSCN0989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2096431334049743233</id><published>2008-10-17T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:12:34.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red dawn vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sasa'/><title type='text'>Fearless Sasa-The Tree Climbing Vizsla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPkoiqtK_-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/l_bcXaUOo8Q/s1600-h/DSC_6098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258278615976181730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPkoiqtK_-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/l_bcXaUOo8Q/s320/DSC_6098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPkoi18JnvI/AAAAAAAAApY/XKy-dCbUshk/s1600-h/DSC_5895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258278618991795954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPkoi18JnvI/AAAAAAAAApY/XKy-dCbUshk/s320/DSC_5895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just got a couple of pictures of Sasa up in the tree she leaped into. Sasa is Grady's sister. She is the second of Sara's puppies that is a champion and a wild child. Dixy is the other. Anyways, wanted to share the pictures and Susan's (human mom) commentary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Here are a couple of pictures the one of Sasa in the tree- she is actually about 20' off the ground in a huge oak tree. If you have a video camera we would like to borrow it- she launches about 6' up to get to the first branch and has no fear running further up the tree. The pictures just don't capture how awesome it is." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2096431334049743233?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2096431334049743233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2096431334049743233' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2096431334049743233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2096431334049743233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/fearless-sasa-tree-climbing-vizsla.html' title='Fearless Sasa-The Tree Climbing Vizsla'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPkoiqtK_-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/l_bcXaUOo8Q/s72-c/DSC_6098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1878018066782113023</id><published>2008-10-17T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:40:39.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>The Bailout Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9481ed5925506280" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9481ed5925506280%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8223F6150E6281BFBA373CBF7CD225EB3DC75610.77D3DCD5F2E935FA25952F1DBA5106904D57B67F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9481ed5925506280%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJAHygYX71y40lq5j1FjBj77ByTg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9481ed5925506280%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8223F6150E6281BFBA373CBF7CD225EB3DC75610.77D3DCD5F2E935FA25952F1DBA5106904D57B67F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9481ed5925506280%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJAHygYX71y40lq5j1FjBj77ByTg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it has been a few days since my last entry and I was thinking about what I wanted to blog today. Initially I thought I would just let everyone know the mundane things that have been going on. BUT as luck would have it, my friend Staci passed along this gem of a video. It gives me the opportunity to better understand the reasons of how we ended up in this financial mess and how our bailout numbers were derived. You see, it is clear that these leaders of men went to the Ma &amp;amp; Pa Kettle School of Mathematics And we, the uneducated masses, just need to see this little video to understand that the numbers will add up. So...here's to educating as many as possible. Now we can all relax knowing our financial futures are in good hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1878018066782113023?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9481ed5925506280&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1878018066782113023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1878018066782113023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1878018066782113023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1878018066782113023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/need-for-bailout-explained.html' title='The Bailout Explained'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8416446980462468662</id><published>2008-10-13T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:56:03.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Three Day Weekends-Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPPA33Y3O3I/AAAAAAAAApE/tz8w1-KW_OM/s1600-h/DSCN0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256757256065071986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPPA33Y3O3I/AAAAAAAAApE/tz8w1-KW_OM/s320/DSCN0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With all the craziness that is in the news, it was nice to have an extra day to recharge the batteries. It was a little difficult to realize how bad of a hit my 401k took. At this rate, I will never be able to retire. That being said, there is not much I can do about it in the short term so what better way to get my mind off everything but a trip to the beach. The weather was perfect. The norm is for September and October to be beautiful in San Francisco. Today it didn't disappoint. The temperature was about 72 degree with an ever so slight breeze. An added bonus was that since it was a holiday that only about a quarter of the population gets off, there were very few people at the beach. It really was relaxing. We were there for a couple of hours. I really envy the way the dogs are so carefree too. I wish I could get some of that feeling. That being said, I did come home feeling a little more serene, realizing that most of what's going on is out of my hands and I can only do what is in front of me. So that is my mantra re-enforced again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8416446980462468662?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8416446980462468662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8416446980462468662' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8416446980462468662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8416446980462468662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-day-weekends-yeah.html' title='Three Day Weekends-Yeah'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SPPA33Y3O3I/AAAAAAAAApE/tz8w1-KW_OM/s72-c/DSCN0962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1407779900969544482</id><published>2008-10-11T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:05:37.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Spenceville Wildlife Area</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d3856b8abba6eb7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d3856b8abba6eb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80E000E0E3D62CD91EAA6514CCF9C3D68EABE924.32D8FF36873AB797D425FD360C6347F13E72EDA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d3856b8abba6eb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1s6EOFAtuu8W6gkLPcqKxXoiO-4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d3856b8abba6eb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80E000E0E3D62CD91EAA6514CCF9C3D68EABE924.32D8FF36873AB797D425FD360C6347F13E72EDA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d3856b8abba6eb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1s6EOFAtuu8W6gkLPcqKxXoiO-4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today Grady was entered in a dog show in Yuba City, CA. It is located about 2 hours NNE of Antioch and where my sister Maris lives. My brother-in-law, Charlie loves to hike as much as me and the dogs so he planned a great hike in the Spenceville Wildlife Area. It is located about 20 miles east of Yuba City. The day was beautiful, about 67 degrees with a nice breeze. The group of hikers included Maris, Charlie, Suragani, me and the dogs.  At the beginning of the hike is a pool of water which the dogs enjoyed very much. Once we started out, we walk on a trail that followed a large creek that runs year-round. They were waterfalls along the way. The scenery was really beautiful. There were a lot of Oak trees on golden colored rolling hills. It was really a scenic hike all the way. And our special treat was the large waterfall (about 70 feet) at the end of the trail. It was really a wonderful way to spend the day. I am relaxed and the dogs are pooped. The above photoshow includes some of the images we saw today. I have also included a link to the area. The history is really interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spenceville.org/"&gt;http://www.spenceville.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1407779900969544482?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2d3856b8abba6eb7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1407779900969544482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1407779900969544482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1407779900969544482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1407779900969544482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/spenceville-wildlife-area.html' title='Spenceville Wildlife Area'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4919083002085894967</id><published>2008-10-10T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:28:19.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Living in the East Bay of Northern California</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b8ffa31e1876e8c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b8ffa31e1876e8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B3FD0E7EB0C5F53FECB26A6808AC1829429ABB9.1F2DBCFD25C11930741C1B67928F3E2C161740B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b8ffa31e1876e8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM6skP1DgHvWhXZNxtbNSbmiqSTk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b8ffa31e1876e8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B3FD0E7EB0C5F53FECB26A6808AC1829429ABB9.1F2DBCFD25C11930741C1B67928F3E2C161740B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b8ffa31e1876e8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM6skP1DgHvWhXZNxtbNSbmiqSTk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the great things about living in the East Bay is that there are literally a dozen parks designated as open space throughout.   None of this land can be developed and for anybody who has been to the bay area lately, undeveloped locations are hard to come by.  I am fortunate enough to live ten minutes (3 miles) from one of these parks.  It is Black Diamond Regional Mine Preserves.  Besides the close proximity, it is really a beautiful park with a diverse landscape.  On top of that, the dogs are allowed to run free.  It's almost like 1000s of acres for my backyard.  This particular park has over 65 miles of trails that cover all types of territory.  Over the past seven years, I have hike almost every mile with the dogs many, many times.  The park looks different at different times of the year.  There is a softness to the lighting in the fall that really appeals to me.  I added a photoshow of today's hike.  These are some of the things we saw during our 3 1/2 mile walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4919083002085894967?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9b8ffa31e1876e8c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4919083002085894967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4919083002085894967' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4919083002085894967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4919083002085894967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-in-east-bay-of-northern.html' title='Living in the East Bay of Northern California'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6249484267097069797</id><published>2008-10-08T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:43:03.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnomes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Final Gnome Update and Jury Duty Summons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SO1Uj05EkRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/W6HpoFHXJa0/s1600-h/DSCN0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254949314681409810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SO1Uj05EkRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/W6HpoFHXJa0/s320/DSCN0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's day ten. I think he has reached his full size. He doesn't seem to be growing anymore. Only fading in color. One of his eyes is crossed too. Let's see if he brings me good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a completely different note. I went to the mailbox and pick up my mail. What did I receive today...a jury duty summons. First thing I think of is, darn, it will probably be during my Thanksgiving vacation. I open it up, expecting the date to be at least a month away. Yikes!!! It is for TOMORROW. I ask myself, how did that happen. I only have a ton of things to get done by Friday and I have multiple meetings scheduled tomorrow. I would normally request an extension by mailing in the form but it is TOMORROW. There was a number on the form to call but I was skeptical. How often do you call those numbers only to be put on perpetual hold or in an endless automated loop. Much to my surprise, someone answered relatively quickly. Terence was his name. When I told him I received the summons today for jury duty tomorrow, he said SURPRISE! Actually, he was very helpful and moved my jury date to January 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Funny thing is, at first I was a little perturbed but then I said to myself, whatever happens happens. There you go...Terence took care of me. Now I get to go to work tomorrow...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, on second thought, maybe I am the loser in this deal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6249484267097069797?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6249484267097069797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6249484267097069797' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6249484267097069797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6249484267097069797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-gnome-update-and-jury-duty.html' title='Final Gnome Update and Jury Duty Summons'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SO1Uj05EkRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/W6HpoFHXJa0/s72-c/DSCN0633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4731851391941773912</id><published>2008-10-06T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:02:39.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Beach Story-Light Reflections and a Naked Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOqYwY3YTrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/idrxSgkFIRw/s1600-h/DSCN0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254179872356978354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOqYwY3YTrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/idrxSgkFIRw/s320/DSCN0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254180361162376482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOqZM1zqxSI/AAAAAAAAAog/ewbW-pCC59M/s320/DSCN0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOqYwj3ZVGI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Na4c7N3O7Vs/s1600-h/DSCN0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254179875309835362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOqYwj3ZVGI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Na4c7N3O7Vs/s320/DSCN0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanted to tell another story about our trip to the beach yesterday. First off, I can't remember the last time I went to the beach in the late afternoon. There is something about the light on the water that is special. I tried to capture it in the pictures above. It was high tide when we arrived so there was little beach for the dogs to run on. So the dogs and I walked along the trails in the dunes. Periodically, we would find a spot where we could walk along the beach for awhile. When I couldn't walk on the beach without having the tide come up over my shoes, we would take a path back up to the dune trails for a time until another path led to an area with more open beach. After being back on the beach for awhile, I noticed there was a naked man walking from his set up into the water. He was about 100 yards away from us and I saw him before the dogs (thank goodness). They would have wanted to run up and greet him and that is the last thing I wanted to do. Don't get me wrong, he was harmless. Having lived in the bay area for so long, there are lots of areas where you will see a naked person at certain times of the year but that is expected. The craziest thing...the guy went swimming in the ocean.  Do you know how cold that water is?  Anyways, I decided to stay up on the dune trails after that. I was still able to see the light reflection on the water and the dogs had a perfectly wonderful time running all over the place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4731851391941773912?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4731851391941773912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4731851391941773912' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4731851391941773912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4731851391941773912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/beach-story-light-reflections-and-naked.html' title='Beach Story-Light Reflections and a Naked Man'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOqYwY3YTrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/idrxSgkFIRw/s72-c/DSCN0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6407124585424942695</id><published>2008-10-05T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:41:21.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><title type='text'>Dixy's Obsession-Fetching Balls (or anything else that can be tossed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dixy is completely obsessed with fetching tennis balls. Doesn't matter what else is going on (except for birds). Today, I forgot the "Chuck It" toy in the car and didn't have a tennis ball to toss either. Dixy stuck by my side for about ten minutes, waiting for me to throw the tennis ball I didn't have. Well, when she finally realized I wasn't trying to hide a ball for her, she set off on her mission to find one for me to throw. The following photos are the sequence of events that ensued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253892001910519778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOmS8H4kd-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Lae1xg61ScA/s320/DSCN0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dixy proceeded to bring me the first of her finds. As you can see it is in horrible shape. It didn't even have felt on it. No way I can throw it. But I have to try. She is so proud of herself. I threw it were she couldn't find it. Mean, I know, but I really couldn't see trying to throw that for the next hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253892790720991410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOmTqCbpELI/AAAAAAAAAoA/WTtcPmtRh9c/s320/DSCN0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the other couldn't be found. She replaced it with another. As you can see, this one was in even worse shape. At least it had felt on it. I was able to lose that one too. Again, not gonna throw it for the whole walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253894051320193090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOmUzah6YEI/AAAAAAAAAoI/-8SVWvxdqrM/s320/DSCN0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She searched for a long time hoping to find another, yet better, tennis ball. Didn't happen. But having the need to fetch, she found and brought me this...a golf ball. She is one nutty girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6407124585424942695?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6407124585424942695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6407124585424942695' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6407124585424942695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6407124585424942695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/dixys-obsession-fetching-balls-of.html' title='Dixy&apos;s Obsession-Fetching Balls (or anything else that can be tossed)'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOmS8H4kd-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Lae1xg61ScA/s72-c/DSCN0589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8505969604593819279</id><published>2008-10-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:16:48.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confirmation'/><title type='text'>Weekend of Dog Shows-Grady's Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8bc58b29f54cc415" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8bc58b29f54cc415%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCB70D5E4F225CA11CE3B2D48F4D4CD72C6159BF.1F3D178766F7795FC18C5E5D58F1E726CF4ED849%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8bc58b29f54cc415%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhMyappK2PR4aIGTb5RGrt8LW6VM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8bc58b29f54cc415%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCB70D5E4F225CA11CE3B2D48F4D4CD72C6159BF.1F3D178766F7795FC18C5E5D58F1E726CF4ED849%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8bc58b29f54cc415%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhMyappK2PR4aIGTb5RGrt8LW6VM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mom made me do it again.  We had to spend another weekend going to the dog shows.  I keep expecting for it to be over but it is not.  Yuck!  I do not like it.  Mom says I only need 5 points to finish (whatever that means).  I just want us to go out and have fun.  I don't much like the Judge going over me part.  I always sit down when he checks out my rear end.  Wouldn't you?!   I mean who really likes that?  Mom said I have to let the judges do that or we will never "finish".  Yesterday, I sat so when the judge went over me so mom took me to our trainer last night.  I guess she is trying to have me get used to it.  Mom said I did much better today.  I didn't take a step when the judge went over me.  Didn't help though.  We still didn't win.  Oh well, at least a nice dog took the point.  I don't like losing to ugly dogs.  Mom put together a little show of what we go through at the shows.  Look at my ears.  See how happy I look? Not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8505969604593819279?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8bc58b29f54cc415&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8505969604593819279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8505969604593819279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8505969604593819279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8505969604593819279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-of-dog-shows-gradys-nightmare.html' title='Weekend of Dog Shows-Grady&apos;s Nightmare'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1197900766335204197</id><published>2008-10-05T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:30:30.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Well...Why Not....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOkT2HnUzOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/MdVZsTJDCnU/s1600-h/DSCN0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253752260782247138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOkT2HnUzOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/MdVZsTJDCnU/s320/DSCN0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He couldn't possibly do anymore damage than those who are already in there. Right? Seriously though, all I could think of when I saw this sign was the cartoon kid with the big head who had a crush on the little red-headed girl AND always had the football picked up by Lucy before he could kick it. If this was you, wouldn't you have change your name to Charles, Chuck, even Fred? Anything other than Charlie(not that Charlie is a bad name). I don't know how much confidence this would instill in his potential constituency. I mean (although his intentions are good) do you want to vote in someone who can't even manage his own little league baseball team? Or whose beagle always gets the best of him? Just wondering what his handlers are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1197900766335204197?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1197900766335204197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1197900766335204197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1197900766335204197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1197900766335204197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Well...Why Not....'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOkT2HnUzOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/MdVZsTJDCnU/s72-c/DSCN0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6146080850049218702</id><published>2008-10-04T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:15:47.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Just Curious, But Do You Think He Needs One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOf49cw2xSI/AAAAAAAAAng/fljiytalTzs/s1600-h/DSCN0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253441224927790370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOf49cw2xSI/AAAAAAAAAng/fljiytalTzs/s320/DSCN0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm thinking...Not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6146080850049218702?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6146080850049218702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6146080850049218702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6146080850049218702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6146080850049218702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-curious-but-do-you-think-he-needs.html' title='Just Curious, But Do You Think He Needs One?'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOf49cw2xSI/AAAAAAAAAng/fljiytalTzs/s72-c/DSCN0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2196696220529731868</id><published>2008-10-03T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:32:36.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feedjit map'/><title type='text'>Represented in Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOarMrtp0GI/AAAAAAAAAnY/DbZs4obCueU/s1600-h/micheal,+bumpersticker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253074249755250786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOarMrtp0GI/AAAAAAAAAnY/DbZs4obCueU/s320/micheal,+bumpersticker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My brother-in-law, indulging my weirdness in Lakeland, Florida.  Thanks Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2196696220529731868?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2196696220529731868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2196696220529731868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2196696220529731868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2196696220529731868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/represented-in-florida.html' title='Represented in Florida'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOarMrtp0GI/AAAAAAAAAnY/DbZs4obCueU/s72-c/micheal,+bumpersticker.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2917162677727558227</id><published>2008-10-03T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:18:40.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnomes'/><title type='text'>Gnome Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOanszTxutI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cz_5RD7F3xI/s1600-h/DSCN0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253070403503504082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOanszTxutI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cz_5RD7F3xI/s320/DSCN0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOantHlRphI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eDhCX57GoHA/s1600-h/DSCN0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253070408945608210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOantHlRphI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eDhCX57GoHA/s320/DSCN0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yikes....and he his still growing...this after only 4 days.  Watch out friend who cringes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2917162677727558227?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2917162677727558227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2917162677727558227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2917162677727558227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2917162677727558227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/gnome-update.html' title='Gnome Update'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOanszTxutI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cz_5RD7F3xI/s72-c/DSCN0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6948687966958407105</id><published>2008-10-02T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:37:50.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flat Tony'/><title type='text'>Introducing Flat Tony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOVoHoVSEzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pw7MyN1s2GQ/s1600-h/Flat_Tony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252719020692607794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOVoHoVSEzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pw7MyN1s2GQ/s320/Flat_Tony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are playing host to Flat Tony. His 3-D self lives in Tasmania, Australia and can't get away on many vacations. Many of us around this globe are showing Flat Tony around.  If anyone else is interested in hosting Flat Tony, I am sure he would be thrilled.  For further details on Flat Tony's travels or you want to host, check out Tony's blog. It is a good time.  Tony's blog address is listed below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynot60.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ynot60.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6948687966958407105?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6948687966958407105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6948687966958407105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6948687966958407105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6948687966958407105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducing-flat-tony.html' title='Introducing Flat Tony'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOVoHoVSEzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pw7MyN1s2GQ/s72-c/Flat_Tony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1745157092497441268</id><published>2008-10-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:11:12.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Things You Never Want to Find at the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOQtcpSHplI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aO69R8uKD3o/s1600-h/DSCN0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252373035562280530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOQtcpSHplI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aO69R8uKD3o/s320/DSCN0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But unfortunately you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1745157092497441268?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1745157092497441268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1745157092497441268' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1745157092497441268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1745157092497441268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-you-never-want-to-find-at-beach.html' title='Things You Never Want to Find at the Beach'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOQtcpSHplI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aO69R8uKD3o/s72-c/DSCN0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-7531259321211841154</id><published>2008-09-30T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:31:00.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshows'/><title type='text'>Another Photoshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-254cb830333cb3e8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D254cb830333cb3e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A484415284C28072096028BD6C2D828B53552E.334EA8FA8E352CFCE50BF476356A47ACCEA57794%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D254cb830333cb3e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMnLr_BVTKjKhb_R3D_ro5ZN1kJ0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D254cb830333cb3e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A484415284C28072096028BD6C2D828B53552E.334EA8FA8E352CFCE50BF476356A47ACCEA57794%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D254cb830333cb3e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMnLr_BVTKjKhb_R3D_ro5ZN1kJ0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have been meaning to put this out on the Blog. Still trying to perfect my skills using the software to put this together. So please bear with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We spent another lovely day at the beach on t Sunday with human and doggie friends. After the walk, we had a nice lunch and visit at Chipolte's. The photoshow includes pictures of Walter, Kate, Susan and Eddie. Good times. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Update on the Prius with the McCain bumpersticker. Haven't seen it back in the garage since that day. Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-7531259321211841154?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=254cb830333cb3e8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/7531259321211841154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=7531259321211841154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7531259321211841154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/7531259321211841154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-photoshow.html' title='Another Photoshow'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-255445378724536639</id><published>2008-09-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:25:08.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnomes'/><title type='text'>More Gnome Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOGX8IkfabI/AAAAAAAAAmo/B0uaFj44ZCU/s1600-h/DSCN0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251645699839191474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOGX8IkfabI/AAAAAAAAAmo/B0uaFj44ZCU/s320/DSCN0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOGX8SmFLNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tCqTBlij8XU/s1600-h/DSCN0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251645702530215122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOGX8SmFLNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tCqTBlij8XU/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I go out to the mailbox and what do I find, a package from my friend Eileen B. I open it up and inside is a "Grow Your Own Gnome" doll. Fortunately it will take about 10 days to grow all the way so I have time to make room in the house. I am happy. I will be placing it in water where it will grow 600% it's current size. Sounds big doesn't it. It promises to bring me good luck and a chuckle to all my friends. It also promises to make one of my friends cringe. So here you go friends...those who will chuckle and those who will cringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S.  I will have a picture of the 600% grown gnome is approximately ten days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-255445378724536639?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/255445378724536639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=255445378724536639' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/255445378724536639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/255445378724536639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-gnome-tales.html' title='More Gnome Tales'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SOGX8IkfabI/AAAAAAAAAmo/B0uaFj44ZCU/s72-c/DSCN0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-41588728667259530</id><published>2008-09-27T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:21:44.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshows'/><title type='text'>Bay Area Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SN7oXXlcGVI/AAAAAAAAAmc/iHn6-ObCmuU/s1600-h/bay+area+trip+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250889703726258514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SN7oXXlcGVI/AAAAAAAAAmc/iHn6-ObCmuU/s320/bay+area+trip+17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-20f44270f5e525a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D020f44270f5e525a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D313BFD145BC02305DE68B7E13A8F4D5CB6B4B4FF.63B4CCA7B0833B523A6C15012321F7CB1573F00A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20f44270f5e525a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvx9YuKmwLA-Jby8vMp6fpxRRa2s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D020f44270f5e525a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D313BFD145BC02305DE68B7E13A8F4D5CB6B4B4FF.63B4CCA7B0833B523A6C15012321F7CB1573F00A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20f44270f5e525a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvx9YuKmwLA-Jby8vMp6fpxRRa2s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I decided I was going to take a trip around the San Francisco and North Bay Coast. I haven't been around the North Bay coast for years and thought it might be fun to play tourist today. I started out the day (left the house at 6am) taking the dogs to Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Funston&lt;/span&gt;. Boy was it foggy. The tide was low so we had lots of beach to walk on. I walked (dogs ran and ran) for a couple of hours. Once back to the car, I headed out to the north bay. The first stop was at the vista point over the Golden Gate Bridge. You wouldn't believe the difference. There was no fog once I was on the Marin side of the bridge. I was there for about 25 minutes, taking in the sights, taking a few pictures for myself, and taking pictures of the tourists with their cameras. It was really beautiful. There were a lot of people there. But there always are. The next destination was Muir Beach overlook. It is an area hundreds of feet above the coastline. It is beautiful on clear day but equally beautiful when the cloud bank is in. That's what we had today. It looks the same as when you are in an airplane above the clouds. Pretty cool really. There were some open areas where you could see the water. Quite stunning really. Next, I had lunch in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olema&lt;/span&gt;. It is a little town along the coast right before you get to Point Reyes National Shoreline. It's claim to fame is that is was at the epicenter of one of the earthquakes (I should know this but don't). I then headed up to Point Reyes. There is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lighthouse&lt;/span&gt; at the very tip of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lands end&lt;/span&gt;. I was hoping to see the whales migrating. When I arrived there were so many folks there I couldn't find a place to park. Even though I didn't make it to the lighthouse, I was still able to overlook the shoreline. I am always amazed at how beautiful this area is. On my way out of the park, I stopped at South Beach (not the Miami one) and took a few more pictures. I really enjoyed the mini road trip. I forget how much there is to see around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Above is a little photoshow of some of the things I saw today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-41588728667259530?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=20f44270f5e525a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/41588728667259530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=41588728667259530' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/41588728667259530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/41588728667259530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/bay-area-road-trip.html' title='Bay Area Road Trip'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SN7oXXlcGVI/AAAAAAAAAmc/iHn6-ObCmuU/s72-c/bay+area+trip+17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-5528603808662775661</id><published>2008-09-26T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:09:33.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feedjit map'/><title type='text'>Represented in Illinios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SN0ybns5GaI/AAAAAAAAAmM/386RsmaMrJw/s1600-h/staci%27s+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250408190678997410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SN0ybns5GaI/AAAAAAAAAmM/386RsmaMrJw/s320/staci%27s+car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spreading the word and helping get the Feedjit Map red. And it is not even a family member's car. Woo-Hoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-5528603808662775661?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/5528603808662775661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=5528603808662775661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5528603808662775661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5528603808662775661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/represented-in-illinios.html' title='Represented in Illinios'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SN0ybns5GaI/AAAAAAAAAmM/386RsmaMrJw/s72-c/staci%27s+car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-5898604299917614432</id><published>2008-09-25T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:07:25.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Games for Dixy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c49f04b3be7c70" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05c49f04b3be7c70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72CB277BC9F270E8328A23CDB7BE95C366B099B0.2625837781028FC102844FAC66DA544D603EEAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c49f04b3be7c70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsoIorhzZIW2sVidCjvmBpMZ4Nlg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05c49f04b3be7c70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331599385%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72CB277BC9F270E8328A23CDB7BE95C366B099B0.2625837781028FC102844FAC66DA544D603EEAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c49f04b3be7c70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsoIorhzZIW2sVidCjvmBpMZ4Nlg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Thursday nights I train with Grady and Dixy.  With Grady, we are working on a specific goal.  With Dixy, not so much.  With Dixy it is just a matter of trying to get her brain tired.  She has boundless energy.  This video is a game we play were she brings me stuff from the box.  Everytime she brings me something she gets a click and a treat.  If we are not fast enough in treating her, she lets me know.  She is a real character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-5898604299917614432?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5c49f04b3be7c70&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/5898604299917614432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=5898604299917614432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5898604299917614432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5898604299917614432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/games-for-dixy.html' title='Games for Dixy'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-2314425443677131309</id><published>2008-09-25T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:20:12.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lordy, Lordy Look Who's Forty-Michael Guerin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNwxmZn5VyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yX4ZUZGNZ8c/s1600-h/sunday3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250125801390167842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNwxmZn5VyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yX4ZUZGNZ8c/s320/sunday3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sending a shout out to my brother-in-law who is turning forty today (September 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;). Happy birthday Michael. Doesn't seem possible that you have reached that age. I remember when you and Tiffany used to come to my house on Sundays for chicken dinner and America's Funniest Home Video (can't believe I am admitting to that). That was more than twenty years ago. Wow! Anyways, you are a great brother-in-law and I am glad to have you as part of the family. Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-2314425443677131309?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/2314425443677131309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=2314425443677131309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2314425443677131309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/2314425443677131309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/lordy-lordy-look-whos-forty-michael.html' title='Lordy, Lordy Look Who&apos;s Forty-Michael Guerin'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNwxmZn5VyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yX4ZUZGNZ8c/s72-c/sunday3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1064688492341658320</id><published>2008-09-25T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:20:37.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Pigeon Picture and Curious Actions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNwsQQD-l1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/7rwFWmlcUUc/s1600-h/PIGEONS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250119923308336978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNwsQQD-l1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/7rwFWmlcUUc/s320/PIGEONS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is a picture I thought was interesting. I went to meet a friend for lunch today and as I was waiting for her I noticed this running water "fountain" in the center of the plaza. The birds obviously thought it was their personal bird bath. They were perched on the edge of the fountain as the water was running, just as comfortable as can be. Every once in awhile they would start bathing and preening. It was interesting to watch as I passed the time waiting for my friend. I tried to capture their reflections in the water but the angle and lighting weren't quite right. I am sharing it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here is a curious thing. I stopped at the grocery store on the way home today. I usually go in there after a hike while I am usually in shorts. Today I went in wearing my work attire (business suit) and it was interesting how differently I was treated. The employees are always nice to me but today they went out of their way to see if they could help me. I am sure that they didn't recognize me even though I have shopped there for years. I just think it is interesting how we are perceived in such a different way based on what we are wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1064688492341658320?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1064688492341658320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1064688492341658320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1064688492341658320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1064688492341658320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/pigeon-picture-and-curious-actions.html' title='Pigeon Picture and Curious Actions'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNwsQQD-l1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/7rwFWmlcUUc/s72-c/PIGEONS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-5470198883202330877</id><published>2008-09-24T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:21:15.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vizslas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Compelled by Dennis the Vizsla's "Go-Go Gadget Ears"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVdVyn2yI/AAAAAAAAAls/o_6C2R8DZ8M/s1600-h/dogs+water+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249743015696128802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVdVyn2yI/AAAAAAAAAls/o_6C2R8DZ8M/s320/dogs+water+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVGIR4-KI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MXw1COdmzmU/s1600-h/DSCN0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249742616932186274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVGIR4-KI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MXw1COdmzmU/s320/DSCN0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVGaxMpgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/7SEfuihR4OU/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249742621895337474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVGaxMpgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/7SEfuihR4OU/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVGtEnWzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k07lhyQE3OM/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249742626808617778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVGtEnWzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k07lhyQE3OM/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVG2Ee7sI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6UgF2Tr5v2o/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249742629223984834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVG2Ee7sI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6UgF2Tr5v2o/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249743023334953058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVdyP3EGI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZCZAvdjBHzM/s320/DSCN0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love seeing the pictures of the dogs ears flying in the wing. When I saw the picture of Dennis the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Viszla&lt;/span&gt; going over the agility jump, it made me want to pull out a few of the pictures I have of flying dog ears. Hope you don't mind Dennis. Something about these pictures makes me think...boy, they are sure having a good time and how can I learn how to have fun with such reckless abandon. I haven't figured that out yet but the pictures bring a smile to my face. The doberman is our friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flirtie&lt;/span&gt;. Her ears are always up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-5470198883202330877?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/5470198883202330877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=5470198883202330877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5470198883202330877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/5470198883202330877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/compelled-by-dennis-vizslas-go-go.html' title='Compelled by Dennis the Vizsla&apos;s &quot;Go-Go Gadget Ears&quot;'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNrVdVyn2yI/AAAAAAAAAls/o_6C2R8DZ8M/s72-c/dogs+water+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-4246353290845829782</id><published>2008-09-23T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:15:00.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnomes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Trolls, Leprechauns, and Gnomes-Fun Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNlzXdsDUjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/afJ_daFM7mM/s1600-h/Malegnome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249353687620604466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNlzXdsDUjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/afJ_daFM7mM/s320/Malegnome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNlzKxhaW1I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hd54BHC-T6k/s1600-h/leprechaun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249353469606386514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNlzKxhaW1I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hd54BHC-T6k/s320/leprechaun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNlzL5KfFEI/AAAAAAAAAks/P0T5qfFqXLE/s1600-h/Troll.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNlzMbWIgkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qJTBb4dwkTg/s1600-h/ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNlzMu-xXHI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vTwZdH3l-uo/s1600-h/ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249353503283960946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNlzMu-xXHI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vTwZdH3l-uo/s320/ts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't think I have laughed as hard as I did today in a long time. I was speaking to a friend of mine and somehow the topic of Gnomes came up. She is very afraid of them and thinks they are creepy. I told her my mom collected them and I have a tattoo of one on my ankle (come to find out it is really a fairy). This led to a discussion about trolls (I think of the plastic dolls from the sixties, she thinks of the creatures from under a bridge) and how evil they are. Which further led to conversations of Leprechauns and their nastiness. Again, our images of them were completely different. She-Leprechaun the movie, me Lucky Charm Cereal. That led to her finding all kind crazy websites including one one Gnome that play really goofy music and another &lt;a href="http://www.badmovies.org/"&gt;http://www.badmovies.org/&lt;/a&gt; describing the Leprechaun movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fun Gnome, Leprechaun &amp;amp; Troll Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gnomes-&lt;/strong&gt;There are several types. Woodland, Dune, Farm, House, Garden, &amp;amp; Siberian. The &lt;strong&gt;Garden&lt;/strong&gt; gnome belongs to the general type. He lives in old gardens, even those hemmed in between the new houses of modern "model" cities. His nature is on the somber side, and he rather enjoys telling melancholy tales. If he begins to feel too closed in , he simply goes to the woods. But, as he is quite learned, he sometimes feels out of place there. The &lt;strong&gt;Siberian&lt;/strong&gt; gnome has been the most affected by crossbreeding. He is centimeters larger than the European type and associates freely with trolls. In certain regions there is not a single gnome to be trusted. The Siberian gnome takes revenge for even the slightest offense by killing cattle, causing bad harvests, droughts, abnormally cold weather, and so forth. The less said about him, the better. There is even a Free the Gnome Society. Pretty funny really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leprechauns&lt;/strong&gt;-One of a race of elves in Irish folklore who can reveal hidden treasure to those who catch them. But they don't like humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trolls-&lt;/strong&gt;don't see very well. They are as blind as a bat and can't see their own hand in front of them. Trolls hate the daylight (Unless you are Wendy's Troll Doll). If they are caught in the sun, they will turn to stone. The worst thing you could ever do to a troll is be happy. They hate happiness and things that make people happy. So be careful not to be too happy, you might make a troll mad. If you do, a troll will not take kindly to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks for indulging my weirdness today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-4246353290845829782?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/4246353290845829782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=4246353290845829782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4246353290845829782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/4246353290845829782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/trolls-leprechauns-and-gnomes-fun-facts.html' title='Trolls, Leprechauns, and Gnomes-Fun Facts'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNlzXdsDUjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/afJ_daFM7mM/s72-c/Malegnome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-8847580322331201669</id><published>2008-09-22T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:22:25.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>In a World Gone Mad-Maybe I'll Sell Avon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now what would be crazier? Really...anyone who knows me knows this would be equivalent to reality television shows becoming unpopular. If you are wondering where this came from, well I was watching TV (first mistake) and an Avon ad with a chipper little woman comes on talking about how happy she was with her first big sale of Avon products. It went on to imply this was a good career choice. Now mind you, I have nothing against sellers of Avon but with all the craziness that is the state of our national finances it just really struck me as funny that anyone could suggest this is a viable career choice. But with everything that is going on...maybe this IS where the future is. Crazier things have been known to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-8847580322331201669?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8847580322331201669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=8847580322331201669' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8847580322331201669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/8847580322331201669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-world-gone-mad-maybe-ill-sell-avon.html' title='In a World Gone Mad-Maybe I&apos;ll Sell Avon'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-6247051803285065674</id><published>2008-09-21T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:22:55.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Sometimes We Have Stressful days Even at the Most Beautiful Places-Written by Dixy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_6xT8xRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/7Ygb3KPsM9c/s1600-h/dixy+toy1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248593432137221394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_6xT8xRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/7Ygb3KPsM9c/s200/dixy+toy1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_7Z2Jj0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/HZRDOnzsdA8/s1600-h/dixy+toy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248593443018084162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_7Z2Jj0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/HZRDOnzsdA8/s200/dixy+toy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_75Oi_0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R0yLu_s33Ss/s1600-h/dixy+toy+1a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248593451441913666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_75Oi_0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R0yLu_s33Ss/s200/dixy+toy+1a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_8FsDn5I/AAAAAAAAAjM/hMJrgYxMCh0/s1600-h/dixy+toy+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248593454786912146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_8FsDn5I/AAAAAAAAAjM/hMJrgYxMCh0/s200/dixy+toy+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_8cxi5KI/AAAAAAAAAjU/NdyJeI2DUa8/s1600-h/dixy+toy4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248593460983948450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_8cxi5KI/AAAAAAAAAjU/NdyJeI2DUa8/s200/dixy+toy4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248593739859766962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNbAMrquLrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Qo1go-CWPI0/s200/dixy+toy5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248601449560591330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNbHNcioy-I/AAAAAAAAAjs/QiyUVAa0sUA/s200/coming+back.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy, was I excited about going to the beach today. Mom bought a new toy that would save her arm from the aches and pains of constantly throwing the tennis ball for me. Something about this thing lets her to throw it way far and it and it doesn't hurt. I don't understand it. I am not wired that way. Now ask me about sniffing out tennis balls and I can woof all about that. Anyways, we got to the beach at about 8:15 (mom didn't want to get there too early because long walk really make Colvin tired) and mom brought out the "Chuck It". Oh boy, was I excited. Mom flung the ball and I was off. It landed in a bush far away but I found it in no time. If rubber is what you are hunting, call my mom. I am really good at finding it. Okay, back to the story. We stayed at the top for awhile. We were waiting for my other brother and sister to show up. I like going on family walks even though I try to beat everyone to the ball. They don't seem to mind though. I think they just like to chase me. Oops, I am off track again. Sorry, my mind races a hundred miles a minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was a little different of a walk than usual. Mom was a little tense. I am not sure why but it might have been because a strange dog walked with us the whole time. It was really strange because he was without his people. I guess he lives close by and his people let him go where ever he wants by himself. He looked funny too. I heard mom say he was an unneutered pit mix. Not sure what that means but I think mom was worried he may not behave himself with the rest of us. Turns out he wasn't mean, just a real pest. He kept pestering Grady first, then Jasper, then Anise. He tried to pester Sara but she told him right off. He couldn't keep up with me so I was never even bothered. I heard mom saying something about how irresponsible his mom was. He didn't play with people too well and mom thought it was because he wasn't well socialized. Well because of him, mom wanted to turn and go back so the walk was a lot shorter than usual. Then on top of that, Kate's car was broken into. It wasn't the best day at the beach for the humans. I guess us dogs had a good enough time, just too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-6247051803285065674?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6247051803285065674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=6247051803285065674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6247051803285065674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/6247051803285065674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-we-have-stressful-days-even.html' title='Sometimes We Have Stressful days Even at the Most Beautiful Places-Written by Dixy'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNa_6xT8xRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/7Ygb3KPsM9c/s72-c/dixy+toy1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8106210771824999917.post-1541813510474684817</id><published>2008-09-20T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:12:08.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Annual Beach Clean up Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIO878UkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ODl1_M0UYlU/s1600-h/bc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248250731227271746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIO878UkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ODl1_M0UYlU/s200/bc1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIPUXc9fI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fzkebMD6kdo/s1600-h/bc4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248250737516672498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIPUXc9fI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fzkebMD6kdo/s200/bc4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIP6V-eII/AAAAAAAAAiM/pFkeul1Qvuc/s1600-h/bc5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248250747711027330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIP6V-eII/AAAAAAAAAiM/pFkeul1Qvuc/s200/bc5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIQFKtn1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/CM5usFR1f64/s1600-h/bc7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248250750616575826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIQFKtn1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/CM5usFR1f64/s200/bc7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIQS7Ks2I/AAAAAAAAAic/vcJZ3EWEivs/s1600-h/bc8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248250754309469026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIQS7Ks2I/AAAAAAAAAic/vcJZ3EWEivs/s200/bc8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248251922800971394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWJUT5QDoI/AAAAAAAAAik/Fgu50UT6SDQ/s200/bc9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was the Annual Beach Clean Up Day. It is a day that is advertised in hopes that lots of people will come out and clean up the beaches. This year, Dave and his sons were out managing the hordes of people looking to help with the clean up. I like to help for a couple of reasons. One-I love the beach, as you can tell from how often I go there, and I hate that some people seem to think it is their trash can. Two-with all the bad press that dogs and their owners get, I like to show that we can be good social citizens. The dogs and I got out there at about 8am. We filled up a bag and brought up some old boards. I dropped them off in the dumpster and waited for friends who were arriving at 9. As you can tell from the photos, there was quite a good turn out. When we went down to the beach the second time, we weren't even able to fill the trash bag a quarter of the way. That was great. Anyways, it is good to see a lot of younger humans out picking up the trash. I hope it gives them an appreciation of the earth and how we have to take care of it. I am also grateful that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daves&lt;/span&gt; in the world take the time to organize these events.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8106210771824999917-1541813510474684817?l=reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/feeds/1541813510474684817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8106210771824999917&amp;postID=1541813510474684817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1541813510474684817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8106210771824999917/posts/default/1541813510474684817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddawnvizslas.blogspot.com/2008/09/annual-beach-clean-up-day.html' title='Annual Beach Clean up Day'/><author><name>Pam Lambros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11102386662683454399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNgpCzniRiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cFh8FPExsxE/S220/DSCN0159+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QktKrLXEM0M/SNWIO878UkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ODl1_M0UYlU/s72-c/bc1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
