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I’m talking about the real stuff–not what you see advertised as bacon. I can tell the difference, and Hilde and Kasha can, too. Wooly, though, he doesn’t care what it is as long as it is food. If mom or dad gives him any sort of food at all, he will eat it. He even eats vegetables–any kind. I, on the other hand, am very picky about my snacks (although I do eat raw carrots sometimes).

Generally, I only want to eat Milk Bones (the flavored kind). It is just boring to snack on the exact same thing every day. How would you like it?

Therefore, when mom tells me we’re going to have bacon with our supper, I know it is the real thing and not a fake bacon-flavor thing for after supper.

If you haven’t told your parents you want the real thing (you do this by not eating the fake bacon-flavored thing), then you should. Freshly cooked is always better!

Do you need a cell phone or two? Go ahead, pick a mobile phone you would really like to have; you can get it free of charge and receive free FedEx shipping; and, this is no free rebate offer, either. Plus, you do not even have to leave the comfort of your home.

All you have to do is to go online to get your free cell phones. Is that not easy? This site has all brands of cell phones from all major carriers. There are even bonus offers you can choose from.

My mom had to buy her Samsung Blackjack II; she told me she wished she had known about this site before she bought hers. She had to drive to town (we live in the country), choose one from the store, pay for it, and then drive back home; that is time and money wasted. Do not make the same mistake.

My mom helped me write this.

Have you run across the File Extension ITHMB? Would you like to know what it means and how you can use this particular file with the extension of .ithmb? Well, I can tell you; if I do not know everything (and, sadly, I do not), I will give you the name of a site that can tell you all you ever wanted to know about it and probably more.

The File Extension ITHMB is a file extension that identifies iPod Photo thumbnail images. These thumbnails are kept in one file by this extension. When a thumbnail is clicked, your images are displayed. This particular format is specific to the iPOD.

If you try to open this type of file with another operating system–like Windows–you will run into difficulty (this is the part I do not know about). But, it can be done. The site where you can find out how to do this is located here. Not only does this site tell you how to do it, but it gives you choices. For example, you might have an Apple Mac, and there is a specific application you use to open your iPOD .ithmb files. If you use something else, this site will walk you through on how to open your files. This site is absolutely a plethora of information. You need to go there, especially if you have tried to transfer images on your own and run into trouble.

That’s Hilde’s full name; it is really a unique name. She’s a Great Dane just in case you didn’t know that. She is black except for a cross-shaped patch of white on her chest. She is a beautiful dog, and she is my sister and my friend.

She was sick all night long. She kept vomiting; I think it was five or six times. Mom kept an eye on her, and finally let her go to bed about 5:30 this morning. Mom told me she could have gotten into something outside that made her sick. But, I was out there with her, and I didn’t see her eat anything–that doesn’t mean she didn’t.

Mom took her temperature; that was a sight to behold. Hilde saw that mom had the thermometer, and she went down the hall and stood in one of the corners (like that was going to save her). Mom told me that Hilde would cooperate, because Hilde would do as she was told. Yeah, right. She knew where that thermometer was going, and she wanted no part of it. I don’t blame her either. But, in the end (no pun intended), Hilde cooperated. Mom had to bribe her, though.

After going up and down the hall, through the dining room, kitchen, television room, and into the sunken living room (I guess she was going to hide behind the sectional) several times, Hilde finally came to mom; mom had some bread in her hand. Hilde sorta sidled up to mom with her head down and ears drooping, and mom gave her a small piece of bread. Hilde absolutely loves bread–any kind of bread. She will eat corn bread, biscuits, hard rolls, soft bread, wheat bread, rye bread; I’m telling you Hilde loves bread, and that’s how mom got Hilde on the couch to take her temperature.

Hilde climbed up, snacked on some small pieces of bread mom had a bowl on the couch, and lay down just as pretty as you please. Mom had no problem doing what she had to do. After all, it was so mom could tell if Hilde had a temperature. If she did, then mom would take her to our vet later this morning. But, Hilde didn’t have one, and that’s why mom let Hilde go to the guest bedroom and go to bed. I’m glad, because I was getting pretty sleepy myself. I wouldn’t do anything different, though, because if I were sick, Hilde would stay up with me; that’s what sisters do.

I know what a cat is. I have a cat friend who lives in Grapevine, and her name is Jasmine. She sends me emails, which I enjoy very much. She tells me about her day with her mom (my mom’s childhood friend). I send emails back, and her mom reads them to her.

Anyway, back to my black cat. I was outside this afternoon patrolling the fence like always. I picked up a strange scent, and I wasn’t quite sure what it was. About that time, Hilde came up beside me and began sniffing the ground, too. We traveled up and down the fence line and couldn’t find a thing that didn’t belong in our yard. All at once I heard a rustle outside our fence in the tree line across our driveway. Hilde heard it about the same time I did.

We immediately ran to the exact same spot at the exact same time and spied something moving along the ground cover. I was barking and growling, but Hilde was just barking; I don’t think she knows how to growl. Nothing was happening while we made all that noise, so we became very quiet. By this time, mom was coming up behind us wanting to know what in the world all the fuss was. Mom stood between us and looked across the road; she saw it. She told us it was just a cat, and it was okay that it was over there.

Mom said that’s probably why we don’t have any mice around here anymore. She said that with that black cat and white owl, those mice better stay away unless they want to be eaten. Come to think of it, the last time I saw that owl he was pretty hefty for a bird. Hmmm, that cat didn’t look like it had missed any meals lately, either.

You’ve heard about the patience that cats are supposed to have, right? Well, this cat would have won first prize; it didn’t move all the time we were watching it. It was getting dark, and I was very, very thirsty (my tongue was hanging out the side of my mouth). I followed mom into the house, but Hilde stayed out there. I lay down on the cool tile, and, after a while, got up and drank some nice cold water. I surely did feel better. I heard Hilde still barking and so went back outside.

There she was, still standing in the same spot by the fence. I sorta sprinted up to where she was, and that cat had not moved one inch. The sun was down, but you could still those green eyes looking at you from that ground cover. Finally, mom insisted we come into the house. I went–reluctantly.

Are black cats bad luck????

My mom says this is a wonderful site (if you’re into Labrador Retrievers, that is). I, being a Bluetick Hound, prefer reading and writing about myself and family. On occasion, I like to help out other furry creatures as well.

So, if you have a Labrador Retriever (or even thinking about getting one), you should go visit this site.

Lap band surgery can help save your life if you are obese and/or cannot lose weight on your own. Did you know that? Well, it can.

Mom has a friend who had lab band surgery, and it really did save her life. She was not obese–yet! She just could not lose weight no matter what she tried. She was ready to give up when someone told her about a procedure that might help her. This procedure, called lap band for weight loss, really was something that made her life worth living again. As it stood at that time, her health was going nowhere but down, and she was ready to give up and die of diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, heart attack, or a combination of them.

So, with nothing to lose (except weight) and everything to gain (except weight), she made an appointment with her doctor. He recommended a specialist. She went to see the recommended surgeon. He explained that he would do a laparoscopic procedure, and that means no cutting; therefore, no stitches or staples. He performed the lap band procedure within two weeks.

It has been almost a year since that day, and she has lost 46 pounds, but she still has 50 pounds to lose. Of course, the surgeon sees her every two weeks to make sure she is in good health and in good spirits.

If you call 1-800-GET-SLIM, you will get excellent advice on how this procedure can help you, too.

My mom helped me write this.

I wish I had a lot of things to tell you about today, but I don’t.

It was 97-degrees outside today at 5:30, and that’s when we started to go exploring. We got part way there, and I wanted to go back home. I was panting so fast and hard that one would think I was a was in a boat riding choppy waves; gracious, I was hot. Hilde turned around when I did and started following me. Paul tried to get us to come back, but we just kept on going towards home.

Finally, Paul and Kasha started to follow us home. Hilde and I arrived about a full minute before they got home, and we were already lying on the nice and cool tile floor. I am so glad dad got real-stone tiles when he and mom decided to replace all the carpet in our house except for the bedrooms. I cannot begin to express how quickly I started to cool down; I guess lying on inch-thick pieces of stone tile helps.

Anyway, I waited until the sun set before I went back outside. The breeze was nice and cool by then, and Hilde and I lay out in the grass for about 30 minutes, mom said. We came in and ate supper, and now I’m going to bed.

Maybe I will have more to write about tomorrow.

I have not written about myself or about my exploits in quite a while, and I am getting some backlash from at least one of my readers. So, today, I thought I would remedy that situation.

Today was a good day; all of us went exploring around the small lake in back of our house. Not much has changed from the last time I was there. The lake is still there, the frog is still there, and the ever-so-much-appreciated statues are still there.

But, I am going to tell you about the one and only thing that was different than all the other exploring days. You may or may not believe it, but it’s completely true. We were on our way home and Kasha took off and started running as hard as she could toward the open field next to our house. I saw her and decided to do the same thing. All of a sudden, she stopped dead still; seemed like she was staring at something. I am not as tall as Kasha, so I didn’t see that creature till I was right up on it. I had never seen anything like it, and I’m sure Kasha hadn’t either. As for Hilda, she was waiting up on the road with Paul.

He was yelling at us to come back; we both ignored him. I, for one, wanted to stay around and see what that furry black-and-white creature was going to do. Kasha, on the other hand, minded Paul and went back to the road. Not me!! I ignored Paul’s yelling, so he came to me. Me, I just stood there looking at the south end of a north-bound ball of fur. When Paul came up to me, he said, “Look at that tail! Do you know what that skunk(?) is fixin’ to do? You better come back with me right now!” He yelled the last part. I decided to go with him, although I didn’t want to.

When we all got back to the house, he told mom what I did and didn’t do (he’s a tattletale sometimes, especially when it comes to me). Mom looked at me asked me why I didn’t mind the first time Paul called me back; I gave her my saddest and most shameful face. She stroked my back and told me I had to mind or I couldn’t go anymore. I tried to tell her I would, so I put on my happy face and wagged my tail.

Mom told me later that a skunk was a creature I didn’t want to mess with. She said that a skunk would lift up its tail and spray me. I cocked my head at her as if to say “what in the world do you mean?” She went on to explain that when a skunk sprays a human or another creature, it emits a very foul-smelling liquid that lands on that human or creature. In addition, I, or whoever, would really stink for a long time, and she would not let me in the house if I ever got sprayed. Being threatened with not being in the house (especially when the sun goes down) convinced me to stay away from that creature AND to mind Paul.

I am not going to try to sell you anything, nor am I going to try to persuade you to do anything. I am a neutral observer and am giving you information–that’s all.

My mom and dad are retired and, therefore, interested in the fundamentals of the stock market. Since they worked all their lives and bought stocks in the market, they thought they would find out more about how it worked. They searched the web for days and finally found a place to answer all their questions; it is here. Do you know what a 2 for 1 stock split means? Mom did not know, either, but she found out after visiting this site.

This site, since its inception in 2005, has become one of the leading trading advice sites. It is one of only 400 blogs in the Forbes.com Ad Network. It has also been featured on online sites such as Yahoo Finance.com and about.com, and it also provides content for tradingmarkets.com. I guess you could say it a one-stop place to go for any stock market questions you might have.

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My mom helped me write this, and Disclosure is located here.