tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25276228949341845162024-02-20T05:14:36.258-08:00The Elsa Simba chroniclesA dog's life in this mad world!Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-42740983923781149852009-08-25T05:55:00.000-07:002009-08-25T06:02:55.359-07:00What a man needs!!Single Black Female<br /><br /><br /><br />This has to be one of the best singles ads ever printed.It is reported to have been listed in the Atlanta Journal.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">SINGLE BLACK FEMALE</span> seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I'm a very good girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me... Call (404) 875-6420 and ask for Annie, I'll be waiting.....SCROLL DOWN<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373885040079645794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQFzuTL4qkxThKW48hYCvCPlAlTO_swSyV9X846yvNT6HVR7pzY5AlghnHEXHhN6H-XvYRnBMUiW7yfmWsJpcPsk1NCYux0NskYcDJjJyFZFtupUOfeczaeh6EqW_Eo4acL6DXe8M_KL_/s400/black+dog+annie.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Over 150 men found themselves talking to the Atlanta Humane Society</span>.Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-18032634808104617052009-08-13T23:59:00.000-07:002009-08-14T01:02:40.442-07:00Sleepy time tails<strong>HOW DO YOU GET YOUR ZZZZZZZZZZZZS???</strong><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWaX6xQ9_tlG8BbbkM2uf28azrDvmEeDCqCllr_I-3u_Tavcp2SDcgGLpqexm53r2P7j1kdMpWh3RdmPteWvBKt-SIccYyAjBGypTgRTOaa8d70Jzfk_AwxUn4qWAD6Zq9u67xK_fX8f4/s1600-h/elsa+sleep2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369719867830267218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWaX6xQ9_tlG8BbbkM2uf28azrDvmEeDCqCllr_I-3u_Tavcp2SDcgGLpqexm53r2P7j1kdMpWh3RdmPteWvBKt-SIccYyAjBGypTgRTOaa8d70Jzfk_AwxUn4qWAD6Zq9u67xK_fX8f4/s400/elsa+sleep2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#6666cc;">Dappled in shade?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmLIeJ04HfofZgudo2AqKEAeeAvUbPoXFRhJNOA4tgP8Ejxa66u1MAe8FppmPh6DlS7pzckyu3m0XD6TUHTb5rp5FCpAHsxU9lSlzNPxYNA0nkxXZ108JYFKZjb-M10KdMDOnTMJG7tlZ/s1600-h/elsa+sleep1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369719520442228818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmLIeJ04HfofZgudo2AqKEAeeAvUbPoXFRhJNOA4tgP8Ejxa66u1MAe8FppmPh6DlS7pzckyu3m0XD6TUHTb5rp5FCpAHsxU9lSlzNPxYNA0nkxXZ108JYFKZjb-M10KdMDOnTMJG7tlZ/s400/elsa+sleep1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffff00;">With half the sun?<br /></span></div><div></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO4JgRUTM_rG1tPxp0oFe_n3xAk13jRQE6_7asVlOlx-1QRdGlqyFWCHzTNQv1e0c6T27JZjqM-7yvbX9WhS4L51bhbd9jg_5YIB2YGSj1DMO0c0AmsXwTgDEUa-ROS5UrFYdZass7brJ/s1600-h/elsa+sleep+step.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369718309420064610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO4JgRUTM_rG1tPxp0oFe_n3xAk13jRQE6_7asVlOlx-1QRdGlqyFWCHzTNQv1e0c6T27JZjqM-7yvbX9WhS4L51bhbd9jg_5YIB2YGSj1DMO0c0AmsXwTgDEUa-ROS5UrFYdZass7brJ/s400/elsa+sleep+step.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999900;">Off the step?<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDSyYFHlL-t2Z0c1FBdYlAEvMhrvzNJER1jRSAhPuxwT8fYSukCfu9XJWIo-MKtTg2lfWXbAvtU1yQg4kHamjerbOypkeFX7w8TmBep110Muq0bYu7U7zrJSnIfh7jJTxxFarltse9ulS/s1600-h/simba+sleep+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369716693994949570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDSyYFHlL-t2Z0c1FBdYlAEvMhrvzNJER1jRSAhPuxwT8fYSukCfu9XJWIo-MKtTg2lfWXbAvtU1yQg4kHamjerbOypkeFX7w8TmBep110Muq0bYu7U7zrJSnIfh7jJTxxFarltse9ulS/s400/simba+sleep+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">On a bed?<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369716322218747922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRr9L245vSm5_20P04Hq7Z26GLI3WFfzlfGhBsxvlWsjZ-0ng7OWsYd3sokzYAUhITvLLBtrt1PZa5-TVYJIDUyWnC1QPri0hTe_KDefmRY7ikCBm1uu-SUR0FcR-Fdi3Y4GJp9Jt1nwA/s400/elsa+sleep5.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><span style="color:#333300;">On your back?</span></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP89UTcQosD_ljOCyPmEuozLREiGnWtup4vd4q8grGD0mK12iOg3AZ20GASg_B9AiLIeh_FKqNZ0sNuaQa_cuYkccfWBb5XLhx0JXQMZBrtedIyKQjLSqaEVNEFm-mzsT9Y83FrzXStj3I/s1600-h/simba+sharang+sleep.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369714786795494434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP89UTcQosD_ljOCyPmEuozLREiGnWtup4vd4q8grGD0mK12iOg3AZ20GASg_B9AiLIeh_FKqNZ0sNuaQa_cuYkccfWBb5XLhx0JXQMZBrtedIyKQjLSqaEVNEFm-mzsT9Y83FrzXStj3I/s400/simba+sharang+sleep.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;">With a friend</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfm6xVlaPU-tmJtMV-TAZ5ln3Gj_QiQCnazQO8deFfRuVy8VBDLZOFF5xU7qIGL4TlSe9takovS8z6WMVm-CjG_9bSD4xqnRePumtX12_SPqRYEpBLQlEtWc9pVemEmRf7ro1Sz7UaLNoe/s1600-h/elsa+sleep+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369714036006906514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfm6xVlaPU-tmJtMV-TAZ5ln3Gj_QiQCnazQO8deFfRuVy8VBDLZOFF5xU7qIGL4TlSe9takovS8z6WMVm-CjG_9bSD4xqnRePumtX12_SPqRYEpBLQlEtWc9pVemEmRf7ro1Sz7UaLNoe/s400/elsa+sleep+6.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#663300;">out and upside<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrsN9VyDjVaEpez8BKS7-QRb6TpO2Qily8IKXgdArp4kx3LJE2kAp4d9z4pkGpPUUzSgyVi6BH2AH0oQ-7oLV_N5qGRGXUZeXJMNlFqz5CDi1bKeZ4llAhIf87YIstDj1ulpyH1VsbNjy/s1600-h/simba+sleep+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369713183732669890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrsN9VyDjVaEpez8BKS7-QRb6TpO2Qily8IKXgdArp4kx3LJE2kAp4d9z4pkGpPUUzSgyVi6BH2AH0oQ-7oLV_N5qGRGXUZeXJMNlFqz5CDi1bKeZ4llAhIf87YIstDj1ulpyH1VsbNjy/s400/simba+sleep+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#33cc00;">Upside down<br /></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYE_OscxBmjdIjJsnpPRJb2YB0l2IIzWY3a3rXFvkXjIHUd9VvWoKgkTSfUcVnPRFiYL4CXnmsP_I8vT2sGsh9tYqSYQIH8C6pm-TfhnJBVZw7UaNoamdZpAwLdW4JOWlSgNiX_RKQud2/s1600-h/simba+sleep+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369712533336347090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYE_OscxBmjdIjJsnpPRJb2YB0l2IIzWY3a3rXFvkXjIHUd9VvWoKgkTSfUcVnPRFiYL4CXnmsP_I8vT2sGsh9tYqSYQIH8C6pm-TfhnJBVZw7UaNoamdZpAwLdW4JOWlSgNiX_RKQud2/s400/simba+sleep+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#6633ff;">On the couch<br /></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cVExPwfZUCBjx6VuJb6QT4sQvioCLNuFUoeieURQRXD_WFqXCmfILk4e4TifE-GLAFB1jIIhqtLJhJKDZtKK9BcqNFC3ZI2m6KqtY6ZbPahqmWuPnuzMdxiR4AJSMtdlC-f0u22x1Wky/s1600-h/elsa+sleep+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369712059098718930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cVExPwfZUCBjx6VuJb6QT4sQvioCLNuFUoeieURQRXD_WFqXCmfILk4e4TifE-GLAFB1jIIhqtLJhJKDZtKK9BcqNFC3ZI2m6KqtY6ZbPahqmWuPnuzMdxiR4AJSMtdlC-f0u22x1Wky/s400/elsa+sleep+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;">Snug as a bug on the rug!<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWNoAv3mf_PgiDgPjkry0lOlG8a8uchOk0RxwEleL5GVD8VG-MHpbJ0HgcKcndckpmeYKSYnacoqh6YpK0u2BCOLHAx56_Vd4QJjo2rsFKbFaLDyAAtnqGxQuvcY5pYpR0J5iutqsPtKq/s1600-h/elsa+sleep+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369711587762881762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWNoAv3mf_PgiDgPjkry0lOlG8a8uchOk0RxwEleL5GVD8VG-MHpbJ0HgcKcndckpmeYKSYnacoqh6YpK0u2BCOLHAx56_Vd4QJjo2rsFKbFaLDyAAtnqGxQuvcY5pYpR0J5iutqsPtKq/s400/elsa+sleep+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#996633;">Snooze on the rug?<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPWTXzb_nMOfDCbkoPEzBAHpa9QPdHagaao5-roNI4Hm1kkX9jmTddrcNd1F7ofm-HaB15rON4k75UAEUEbLWdxKt5X_KbHBT2-VCUzxo0Jwq5Zp0TUo2IfKJTXPTA2ud3rqEa5BxWGPV/s1600-h/elsa+simba+sleep2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369711169831518370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPWTXzb_nMOfDCbkoPEzBAHpa9QPdHagaao5-roNI4Hm1kkX9jmTddrcNd1F7ofm-HaB15rON4k75UAEUEbLWdxKt5X_KbHBT2-VCUzxo0Jwq5Zp0TUo2IfKJTXPTA2ud3rqEa5BxWGPV/s400/elsa+simba+sleep2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#330099;">All in line?</span></div><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#330099;">Gives new meaning to the phrase <strong>'let sleeping dogs lie</strong>.' So, how do yoy get your ZZZs?</span></div><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-16310347299186267492009-08-08T07:38:00.000-07:002009-08-13T07:07:11.902-07:00Whose line is it anyway...Have you ever listened to human beings? If you have a group of ten humans, you'll hear <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">at least</span> a couple of languages. When she wants me somewhere, my mom sometimes says <span style="color:#ff9966;">'come here'</span>, sometimes it is <span style="color:#cc66cc;">'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">anga</span> yo'</span> . I've even heard her say <span style="color:#3366ff;">'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ikde</span> ye'</span> to some and '<span style="color:#6600cc;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">idhar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">aana</span>'</span> to others. Occasionally, she even says <span style="color:#330099;">'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ivude</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">vaa</span>'</span> ; all of these meaning 'come here'.<br /><br />The funny thing is all humans expect us to understand all they say in all these languages. I have half a dozen people talking to me in as many languages! (In fact I hear them talking like this only to us, and at times to human babies. What's that deal? ) . You know what is even more astounding? WE, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">IE</span>, most animals actually do understand and respond. I have even heard moms and dad's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">thoughts</span>. If you read the previous post about Brutus (He's drool worthy!), you'll know that we even follow non-verbal commands that might be difficult even for humans to decipher.<br /><br />All this makes me wonder, it is humans who argue about languages and have trouble understanding one another, leave alone us. They are the ones who seem to have problems expressing even basic emotions like love, so<strong> </strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">WHY ARE WE CALLED DUMB ANIMALS???</span><br /><br />Can I have some answers? Any language will do! Elsa.Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-72602305583209966482009-08-06T21:30:00.000-07:002009-08-06T22:33:50.198-07:00What a dog!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJwA50tNJvNFb8gD3gU3v7_nMvOXpdQNHoDeE7-PxKX6tKK7ORflA8gmNwawiBkDtYHYotr_eh-T1bM7kLcPjzXBlFLwuWkKu4c6tEl0oHPDmOovqgFVTEOyQZCwkIPdKKl7Qvc3NSq_t/s1600-h/dog+brutus+medal.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367089998018737442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJwA50tNJvNFb8gD3gU3v7_nMvOXpdQNHoDeE7-PxKX6tKK7ORflA8gmNwawiBkDtYHYotr_eh-T1bM7kLcPjzXBlFLwuWkKu4c6tEl0oHPDmOovqgFVTEOyQZCwkIPdKKl7Qvc3NSq_t/s400/dog+brutus+medal.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Thought everyone should know about this dog and his story. I especially like the ending ...... A Pets Ten Commandments.......... Be sure to read them too. My kind of dog!<br /><br />The K9 above is Brutus, a military K9 at McChord.. He's huge - part Boxer and part British Bull Mastiff and tops the scales at 200 lbs. His handler took the picture. Brutus is running toward me because he knows I have some Milk Bone treats, so he's slobbering away! I had to duck around a tree just before he got to me in case he couldn't stop, but he did.<br />Brutus won the Congressional Medal of Honor last year from his tour in Iraq . His handler and four other soldiers were taken hostage by insurgents. Brutus and his handler communicate by sign language and he gave Brutus the signal that meant 'go away but come back and find me'. The Iraqis paid no attention to Brutus. He came back later and quietly tore the throat out of one guard at one door and another guard at another door. He then jumped against one of the doors repeatedly (the guys were being held in an old warehouse) until it opened. He went in and untied his handler and they all escaped. He's the first K9 to receive this honor..<br /><br />If he knows you're ok, he's a big old lug and wants to sit in your lap. Enjoys the company of cats. K-9 Congressional Medal of Honor Winner Thought you'd find this interesting. Talk about animal intelligence and bonding with humans! Remember that they can't do a lot of things for themselves and that they depend on you to make their life a quality life!<br /><br />A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS.........<br />1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.<br />2. Give me time to understand what you want of me<br />3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.<br />4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.<br />5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.<br />6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.<br />7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.<br />8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.<br />9. Please take care of me when I grow old You too, will grow old.<br />10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.<br /><br />~Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters. ~Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-60358802559740528762009-07-27T06:38:00.000-07:002009-08-07T22:28:44.506-07:00Coming unstuckLast night was very interesting. At about two in the morning, I was surprised to see Dad shaking Mom awake. They both walked out to the balcony and made noises that sounded like they were distressed. I walked out to see what all the fuss was about. I saw nothing that I had not seen an hour before. There were the rose bushes looking beautiful as usual, the jasmine smelling as strong as ever and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Simba</span> seeming as dumb as usual, stuck in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">balustrade</span> (that is not usual, but his stupidity is). The front of his body was in the balcony while his backside was on the ledge beyond. He could not have been too uncomfortable, but he was unable to move. It seemed more like a reason to celebrate than get upset about, which is why I had not alerted them in the first place.This way he could not get into more mischief.<br /><br />Mom and dad tried to coax him out the tried to pull him back. Dad climbed on to the outer ledge and tried that and eventually they even woke up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sidhant</span>, my human bro. After about 15 minutes, I saw mom walk out with a screw driver and hammer. from where I was lying, it seemed like a great idea to just beat <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">simba's</span> huge head and fill in the air gaps with some dented bones. Mom had other ideas though, and she just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">chiseled</span> away at the baluster. So here she was at 2 in the morning chipping away at her own home.<br /><br />I guess <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">persistence</span> pays and he did get out. I do not think he has learnt anything from this. I hope they leave him there the next time... <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">at least</span> till sunrise. After all sleep is precious!<br /><br /><br />Here is a picture of the balustrade!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367230838589987650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglpDHVJA8oiDsu0y1p5dZx1z94JAu2rp48V6C32ZplI9q_7SauVFABT512e5iw-KDR44YgeY3WNlYIn2LA2c4ZGAkpanqSZ-iBPBjUIFB3KRk9lmNr_llDinwanjnqxmUGOtbmEWa3V13/s400/balustrade+pic.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Till Simba gets into more jams,</p><p>Elsa.</p><p> </p>Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-72796082322757782902009-07-20T08:51:00.000-07:002009-08-07T07:45:09.895-07:00Pet peevesMy favourite spot - the kitchen! aah, the smells, they are to die for....<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367232438259921058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4ZSIfVrKp2776j5IbqWvm7EDxY7GF3kR9eCnkEvGGMmiRNyHLZrGbGw8CIdV6myDBQq-qfptstes9yx_R57XKRghoQXIHVUeDkLinsSVLH5L10oAMCjJFqI-pMiehmS_Tez9sLv8-XMm/s400/elsa+begs.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Isn't it interesting that humans seem to believe that we are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> with just two meals, while they can munch at whatever, when ever.... Don't get me wrong. I love my humans, but this is one of my err<em>..pet peeves</em>. When we ask for the occasional snack we are packed off with cries of 'no begging'. Hey, if I could reach the snacks myself, i would never bother anyone. But they are kept in places and containers that challenge the best dog brains and skills. I have, at times, managed to beat the system only to be rebuked for stealing. That is unfair. When they pop stuff into their mouths....<br /><br />Oh, I am very grateful for all we get and the love too... but just thought I'd bring this up and see if anyone else thinks this way. thanks for paying attention. love..<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Elsa</span></div>Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-33361456175815631962009-07-18T23:11:00.000-07:002009-07-19T01:04:25.266-07:00The yearly reckoningIt was that time of the year again. I had sort of figured it out ,what with the weather being ominous (clouds, rains and thunder) and the whispering parents who would cast occasional glances my way while talking but clam up if they felt I could hear them.When mom and dad spell stuff, it can never be good.<br /><br /><br />I was not sure of the exact date though or I would have feigned illness. (Then again, I would have had to stop eating for that, so maybe it is all for the best.) To get back to the day , HE came today. I do not mean God, but the devil. Yes, the V.E.T. Mostly he comes for Simba and I just enjoy barking at him. This time it was my turn to get poked with those sharp needles. The parents keep telling me it is for my good and I do not want to upset them. So, I have not yet bitten the devil. nothing can stop me from letting him know that I do not like him and I know my growling does it too. Just today, I heard him express relief that I do not fall sick! (mom touched wood.. I wish it had been his block head)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FcoRjEEY7YkdcHrAbI97kE3Fr-nWJsJ7HZ_VRzU2ShzGDGxD_3OFH77MPK0mHoHdi-ZFuOp61-UZN2DGoYqWayUfXQsRXkUcQBQAUzKcSpoRIFPh4HUfBvPrCtxKfiZLptHObfy8sdMG/s1600-h/cartoon+angry+dog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071169635605586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FcoRjEEY7YkdcHrAbI97kE3Fr-nWJsJ7HZ_VRzU2ShzGDGxD_3OFH77MPK0mHoHdi-ZFuOp61-UZN2DGoYqWayUfXQsRXkUcQBQAUzKcSpoRIFPh4HUfBvPrCtxKfiZLptHObfy8sdMG/s400/cartoon+angry+dog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The good thing - I heard them say it is done for a year. Also, I get some treats when the V.E.T. leaves. So it is not all bad. You win some and lose some. I am waiting for the day the V.E.T. loses some skin to some poor unsuspecting dog!!!Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-85388556064119165542009-07-16T19:20:00.000-07:002009-07-16T19:33:47.233-07:00Look who is in charge!<div>OK, so we were supposed to watch and learn <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">from</span> the previous post. We have learnt to negotiate and now, we too have a chance to post stuff .. ...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I, Elsa, do solemnly affirm that I will do so in a responsible manner. I will speak the truth and nothing else. Oh, well, I will try anyway. As for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Simba</span>, my minion (OK, OK, my sibling) he can get a word in once in a way. He has no real opinions of his own anyway. All he wants at all times is to play. He is not even interested in food!!So now guys, you will have more interesting stuff to read about. To start with here is a statement of my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">philosophy</span>...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359250757695520882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkptyKC5zhKk_Mxb-oszoVKRVGhKDtT7wTmmD2tlUcKCCpSQFuEXLjwR0T5Efq136_laQVcetCOMw-D1MCck01NkEgU8c_RbIIms_H5H5NDLSYPTflZY20afSVbpVXP0ohwYxl6glyEqF8/s400/pet+owns+you.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sorry</span> about the slightly fuzzy pic. I will get better with time. If you have trouble reading that, it says "You do not own a dog. The dog owns you"Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-69528212689044611352009-07-14T23:18:00.000-07:002009-07-14T23:33:22.668-07:00The great escape<p>The video says it all... Watch and learn!</p><p> </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dytOnG0koJmkowW3Qy4esUcnSNNLPGDs22I644BG58c2Ao_lb3GRyrjb-MQwVQ5Oz6Lo7zlMDtZcIEYkYSLMw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>So what do you think now?</p><p> </p>Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-64570254073384557782009-07-12T08:37:00.000-07:002009-07-13T06:37:13.447-07:00Simba sighting<div>People often move out of the way when we are on a walk with him. The maintenance people check to ensure he is safely locked up even before they enter the gates. As for the children, well, they are terrified , if they have never been here before. Once they have met Simba, almost all kids go home and ask for a pet. </div><div><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357938001146639362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0KKeEdj5otIXvTeLm5kw-v23dl1neuq0_TArR7dTQtDXbFw0-Gyk7tRxiozS01DB6L_q0jO9Rpc8efmJz5MAFK-wPNyKz2CziGFb22QrisvHkReTkz4dEvq_kLk54bCfuSRDzppZnL6b/s400/simba+cave.jpg" border="0" /><br />Whoever said appearances are deceptive had Simba in mind . A huge German Shepherd of German descent, he has a head that seems almost bear like. On his two paws, he is taller than most grown men. If you ever have him charging toward you, you are unlikely to wait and find out the reason. What most do not know is that he is probably on his way to lick you senseless.<br /><br />If you see him howling at the gate, you can be sure that he is just inviting you to come in. Only thing is, most people are sceptical about this. His biggest joy is to have friends over. Oh no, I do not mean canine friends. I think he doesn't even know that he is a dog. He loves friends of our sons and loves them all equally. His motto is "the more, the merrier" and heaven is when they choose to play outside with the ball. But he is just as content to be a part of the group discussion or even a board game, and his eyes move from one to another depending on the conversation or the move.<br /><br />So what kind of a guard dog is he? Well, the kind that guards your soul and teaches you never to judge by appearances!Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-49258938570899739342009-07-11T23:42:00.000-07:002009-07-12T00:29:05.622-07:00Elsa and her amazing tricks!She hates the garbage collector. She dislikes the <em>Dhobi.</em> She strikes terror in the hearts of the local maintenance staff (the lawn mowers, the sanitation workers etc). She intimidates the delivery people. Yet, she is the most wonderful dog I have met.<br /><br />She does no tricks. She stares at me when I try and teach her to roll over. She refuses to fetch the ball. She may give you a paw, but the look that accompanies it may dissuade you from doing it again. Yet, she will run in if we explain that the sanitation worker are there just to check on the sewers. Of course, she keeps a suspicious eye on them from a vantage point. When she is back from a walk, she will of her own volition, clean her feet. Come bed time and she will accompany you to ensure that the gates are locked. The children sometimes need to be reminded to use the toilet before getting into bed, but she will use the garden,as soon as the last call sounds. What is more, she will make sure we know it, so we do not bug her about it.<br /><br />She instinctively seems to know who is family and how to behave with visiting members. Not for her, instant friendships. Acceptance comes at her own terms and just because you think that you are good with dogs, there are no guarantees. If you give her a wide berth though, she is willing to ignore you, only because she knows you are a friend of the family. Strangers will never be ignored and while she may not bite their head off, she convinces them that they should not risk it.<br /><br />We do not know anything about her breed, but enjoy her uniqueness and even revel in it. And as for chasing balls and fetching our slippers, I am waiting for my children to master those tricks on command, before I turn my attention to Elsa. She shares my sentiments on that!Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-4556457402368549342009-06-23T04:32:00.000-07:002009-07-12T03:10:23.819-07:00Caeser's reign<p>"I will stay home and look after the pup. When you all go on holidays, I will eat canned food and feed the puppy too. I will walk him, clean up after him. I will study hard." ..All these were promises made by my then nine year old son, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sidhant</span>. It was 2001 and he was ready for a birthday. He also claimed he was ready for a puppy of his own. </p><br /><p>As most parents know first hand all the promises fall into the category of 'famous last words' . The first day after they get what they want, they fly around beaming and doing your bidding. On day two, there is a slight time lag in the command and it's execution and the smile is missing. By day three, there is a definite air of civil <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">disobedience</span>, which turns into defiance by day four.They discover that they have a lot more work than they ever realized and all of it needs to be completed pronto. You would have to be a truly uncaring parent to expect them to keep the promises they assure you, they fully intended to honour. </p><br /><p>Thus it was, based on promises, even I knew were made to be broken, that Caesar entered our lives. The fact that he peed on my lap in the car, on the way home, should have been an omen of things to come and a realization that he would be one more dimension to my already crazy life. We already had a kennel ready for him and things were to go smoothly. As a virgin pet owner, little did I realize that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Murphy's</span> law applies wholly and completely to pets. We did all that we were supposed to do and retired for the night with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">chorus</span> of bright '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">goodnights'</span>. A little later it was obvious that either no one had bothered to educate <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Caesar</span> on the meaning of a 'goodnight' or he was choosing to ignore his education. The plaintive crying was enough to get me arrested by the SPCA and everyone could be forgiven for believing that we were indulging in some major abuse. To prevent any such <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">misunderstandings</span> and ensure that we all got some sleep, I volunteered to sleep in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">same</span> room as him. </p><br /><p>With that he seemed to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">settle</span> down better and his little sigh was echoed by all of us. Expecting to have to take him down early in the morning for all his morning jobs (the book said that was the way to potty train a pup and keep the house clean) I got up early. Then again, I need not have bothered. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">After</span> a brief and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">enthusiastic</span> licking of my face, he proudly ran to a couple of corners that were his chosen toilet spots. You could say that the house had gone to the dogs! </p><br /><p>This was just a brief preview of how my life would go from then on.... </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357513323030596786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-8Vn23Mklzpj13UA9-z66Xtiba58Jj8UpgRSdlQviUGiBT5VWQS4tFsGKgxPgIsPO_aKRai-QSMbkyROhwgLIqQLg8N2hB0L2xx5ImaD08K_BV3wesjwMCvUj1r7wy6ZogcTN1rCz32f/s400/caesar.jpg" border="0" /> <em> Caeaer , in his prime<br /></em><p>Eight years <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">and several</span> dog experiences and dog books later, I understand that pets are like children. You can expect the unexpected if you want to enjoy them and hold on to your sanity. </p>Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-49728975068167908142009-06-22T04:52:00.000-07:002009-07-12T00:15:39.381-07:00Enter Elsa"She was abandoned in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bunglow</span> premises. No one was feeding her and she was surviving on the stuff growing there and some food that we threw in till she fell ill. Then I climbed the wall and hoisted her out. She is a beautiful lab. Can you take her?" This was how I came to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">know</span> of Elsa's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">existence</span>. I had a three year old black lab, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Caeser</span> with me at that time and knew what it meant to have a dog. We were in the middle of moving into a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bunglow</span> and were considering getting a second dog.<br /><br />It was a bit too early for us to actually have the second dog, but a yellow lab coming our way seemed to be an offer we couldn't refuse. We went over to take a look <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">and</span> while she was not a purebred, s<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">he</span> sort of fitted in. We brought her home to meet our beloved <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Caeser</span> and in the excitement, he yelped. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Jayant</span>, my husband, who adored him, decided that it was a sign that things were not right. He put her right back into the car and off they went. Her stoic acceptance of whatever fate was waiting for her was what changed his mind. Her first lesson for us, 'In the face of anger, keep your cool and things might go your way'.<br /><br />Almost five <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">years</span> later, today she is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Jayant's</span> favourite. She has convinced him (all of us, in fact)about the value of the mixed breed, the value of female dogs, the value of stoic acceptance and many other valuable lessons. Not only did she win the first round, she has gone on to win many more.Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527622894934184516.post-52039487463449289172009-06-22T00:28:00.001-07:002009-06-22T01:16:07.999-07:00Start at the beginningLet us start at the very beginning. It's a very good place to start, sang the young Julie Andrews in the very famous ' Sound of music' . Sound advice (bad pun) you might say. Sometimes though, it seems to be difficult to determine where the beginning is.<br /><br /><div></div><p>I have always loved animals. My mom says the first time my father ever rapped me on the knuckles was, when at age three, I picked up a dead puppy. ( It was probably in the land that time forgot) I tried hard to have a pet- picked up some live kittens, some rabbits and so on. But as dog lovers will agree, a dog is ...well, a dog!</p><br /><p>My first dog was a black lab named <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Caeser</span>, who taught me a lot before teaching me the final lesson about dealing and coping with the loss of a loved one, succumbing suddenly at the age of four to some congenital heart problem. Ideally, I should dedicate the blog to him. But he also taught me to live in the present. Elsa and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Simba</span> are with us now. Their stories are unique, beginning from how they came to be with us, to the present when their behaviour still has the power to entice, amaze,influence, amuse and pull at our heart strings. Dog lovers do not need to be told all this, but I hope I am able to tell their stories, in a way that does them justice. For today I will just leave pictures of them and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">let</span> imagination do the rest. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350058451739026306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOpyZnp6zcdcV86KHmZXkgQtzAF2580_FTiHWrNhXyAltAOOkVew3jyuIU8rFgClky4P0exEga04H03Cjy3y5xFB9FlH8bMTiHBJAVjP6cl1GO_D3KjsXIezjJJi-SObWu1vcnTVCSVhU/s400/elsa.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350059651656638530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0FOy4v8OITrfg7oydpNs95c-cVunJEgHYlFm8adDTucQk0rXmhSn4bcqcDSOBIsv1zT-XJj0QLpins2Ec8D45uAuiCXzSBssBVdKFfJR44Cb6U6q9Hpc3asQcDVoOui5TlFdQC6VVVZe/s400/DSCN2848.JPG" border="0" /> <em>Elsa, the Labrador mix. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Simba</span>, the German Shepherd.<br /><br /></em><p>To new beginnings!</p><br /><br /><p></p>Suchismitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726037658577601997noreply@blogger.com0