tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15113564403374398692011-04-21T11:08:32.282-07:00Casperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741836141105330454noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511356440337439869.post-33299742744640445952009-05-09T06:00:00.001-07:002009-05-09T06:03:41.354-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AUK1KtzT2w/SgV-o9R6YAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O3IFMi6yokc/s1600-h/casptree.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AUK1KtzT2w/SgV-o9R6YAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O3IFMi6yokc/s400/casptree.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333808575799779330" /></a>Our crabapple tree is in bloom.  It smells too perfumy to me so I don't like to be under it.  Pretty soon it will drop all of its white petals and they will look like snow on the ground.  <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511356440337439869-3329974274464044595?l=caspermsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Casperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741836141105330454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511356440337439869.post-3294896852749838372009-04-29T04:14:00.001-07:002009-04-29T04:20:23.465-07:00I thought maybe she was just staying at the doctor's like usual but Mom tells me no.  It is so quiet here without her.  Everything is strange lately.  I'm trying to be a good boy for mom.  I don't chase things much anymore and I've been going on lots of walks with her.  I wish she wasn't so sad about Snowflake.  <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511356440337439869-329489685274983837?l=caspermsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Casperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741836141105330454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511356440337439869.post-14027916315473534022009-04-05T15:52:00.001-07:002009-04-05T15:55:32.830-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AUK1KtzT2w/Sdk22EmZibI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d0Ehe8d5_1Q/s1600-h/casperdeck.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AUK1KtzT2w/Sdk22EmZibI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d0Ehe8d5_1Q/s400/casperdeck.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321344737290586546" /></a><br />Out on the deck checking things out - it smells like Spring out here!<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511356440337439869-1402791631547353402?l=caspermsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Casperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741836141105330454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511356440337439869.post-61348354567316688172009-03-29T09:01:00.001-07:002009-03-29T09:03:50.909-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AUK1KtzT2w/Sc-bdyircrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RvHbxwm6NrA/s1600-h/littlesubbie.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AUK1KtzT2w/Sc-bdyircrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RvHbxwm6NrA/s320/littlesubbie.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318640621033583282" /></a>I also have a "little subbie" which is just like my big subbie but smaller.  I ripped that one too, so if need be, mom could stuff some treats in there.  <div><br /></div><div>Sometimes my big subbie gets lost under the bed or I take it outside.  That's when we use my little subbie.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511356440337439869-6134835456731668817?l=caspermsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Casperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741836141105330454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511356440337439869.post-91017261097117749842009-03-26T14:14:00.001-07:002009-03-26T14:14:19.250-07:00Mom promised us that she'd take us to the "doggie" store tonight after she gets home from work...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511356440337439869-9101726109711774984?l=caspermsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Casperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741836141105330454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511356440337439869.post-89905875235862483312009-03-22T12:23:00.000-07:002009-03-22T12:31:08.362-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AUK1KtzT2w/ScaQuuOLXsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lezOVDbvCK0/s1600-h/subbie.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AUK1KtzT2w/ScaQuuOLXsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lezOVDbvCK0/s320/subbie.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316095542513327810" /></a>This is my subbie, one of my favorite toys.  One of the ends has a hole in it because a long time ago I ripped it playing tug of war with it.  <div><br /></div><div>Mom takes advantage of that hole and puts treats inside the subbie for me.  Then I roll the subbie around and a few of the treats fall out which I then eat.</div><div><br /></div><div>This keeps me busy for a while.  Snowflake uses a ball for her treats.   I try to eat all my subbie treats before Snowflake is done with the treat ball.  Then I usually steal the treat ball from her. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511356440337439869-8990587523586248331?l=caspermsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Casperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741836141105330454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511356440337439869.post-587271527074010632009-03-17T13:26:00.000-07:002009-03-17T13:30:33.030-07:00I went to the doctor's house today.  Mom is trying to find me a nice patient doctor because I'm so crazy when I go, so we tried the place Bear goes to.  <div><br /></div><div>The new doctor was nice but she said I was too fat so now mom is putting me on a diet; otherwise I'm a pretty healthy dude.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511356440337439869-58727152707401063?l=caspermsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Casperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741836141105330454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511356440337439869.post-74153627472642015022009-03-16T09:26:00.000-07:002009-03-16T10:01:58.634-07:00Today's my birthday and mom gave me my own blog!  My "sister" Snowflake has had her own blog for a long time and now I get one too.<div><br /></div><div>We're having burgers for dinner as burgers are my favorite meal.  Mom makes us our favorite meal on our birthday.  I don't need a fancy t-bone steak like Snowflake does. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511356440337439869-7415362747264201502?l=caspermsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Casperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00741836141105330454noreply@blogger.com0