tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61611687358563590002024-02-21T05:29:05.361-08:00My Name is MillieMiss Milliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04020856711202444238noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161168735856359000.post-78255274619917038982013-01-23T07:57:00.000-08:002013-01-23T07:58:54.130-08:00Time FLIES!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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LOOK AT ME!! I'M THE PRINCESS OF DAYCARE!</div>
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I'M KEEPING AN EYE ON THE NEIGHBORHOOD. ALL LOOKS GOOD!</div>
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JAKE STILL LOVES ME. </div>
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Time sure has flown by! See??? I TOLD you my Mama is NO good at this type of thing. I tried to tell her, but she doesn't listen to me.</div>
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On January 1st, 2013 I turned ONE!!! I weigh about 60 pounds and didn't grow very tall, but I'm still SUPER CUTE!</div>
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I don't feel like listening to Mama at ALL, so I just don't. She tries to reason with me, but she's such a push over, I can get away with pretty much anything. So.. I do what I want. Sometimes she has a treat in her hand, so I pretend to listen to get that from her, then off to do my own thing!</div>
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Maggie tolerates me to a point, but sometimes she will go and hide when I'm around. She says I "irritate" her. Not sure what that is, but when she growls, I just stay away from her.</div>
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Jake... He still loves me very much. I try to beat him up, but he can lay me flat on my back and gently tell me to be nice. I don't always listen to him either, but he knows I'm just playing.</div>
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I go to "work" at daycare every day. You would think I would be exhausted! NOPE!! I think I'm in super good shape and full of energy because I get so much excercise every day. I have met a TON of new friends, and I like them all. Big and little. I like the big one's the best because I can wrestle with them and run outside and play chase with them.</div>
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I hope everyone is doing well!! </div>
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Thanks for checking in! </div>
Miss Milliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04020856711202444238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161168735856359000.post-5751502021518066922012-04-11T12:45:00.000-07:002012-04-11T12:45:28.588-07:00Let the Games Begin!<div align="center">HI EVERYONE!!!!</div><div align="center"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Today, My Mama came up with a new GAME for us!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She says that if her friends and their friends and THEIR friends "Share" my blog on Facebook and we get people following us directly on the blog, she will donate to a worthy cause, shelter, fundraiser or benefit for every 25 people that follow me!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have NO idea what ANY of that means, but if she says she'll do it, she will!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This means that she will have to be more on top of things and update more often AND she said that I can talk about my friends at Daycare at Wiggles and Wags!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have made LOTs of new friends in the last few weeks, so I can't WAIT to tell you about them and have Mom post some pictures of them!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So... Let's get this party STARTED!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div>Miss Milliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04020856711202444238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161168735856359000.post-8203696863909606992012-04-10T12:35:00.000-07:002012-04-10T12:35:23.107-07:00Just sayin' Hi!Hi Everyone!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I, on the other hand, got to stay home with Mama and Jake!! I had SOOO much fun!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAN_qVnfEDC3BoI5CZrKc8_GSDLc7mQGfEoosUYPvC4OcG8g1scO7oOwaxYdeocxRloD-gjQFIl4pZklpaTa7-uAsziBGI1EYN-RETOwgVuTFXTxoBK3LyAqRO9s13zcKATS4Cy6yShdp/s1600/MILLIE+SWEEPS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAN_qVnfEDC3BoI5CZrKc8_GSDLc7mQGfEoosUYPvC4OcG8g1scO7oOwaxYdeocxRloD-gjQFIl4pZklpaTa7-uAsziBGI1EYN-RETOwgVuTFXTxoBK3LyAqRO9s13zcKATS4Cy6yShdp/s1600/MILLIE+SWEEPS.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I helped Mom Sweep the Patio. She said I am not supposed to help so much, but I really like to sweep!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">Jake and I had a ton of fun playing many, many games of tug of war! Then we got my toys out. Then Jake stole all my toys.... hmmm.. I don't know if I like that game as much.</div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center">I decided I was tired, so I took a nap. Mama says that was the most relaxing part of our day. I don't remember it because I was, well... Sleeping!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I go to the doctor again for my last round of shots next week! Mama calls me her Million Dollar Doggie! </div><div align="center">I don't know what that means, but I'm cute, so that's all that really matters. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I'm growing and learning so much so fast that it is hard for Mom to keep up, but she's trying!! </div><div align="center"><br />
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Here I am in the last few weeks!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lastnight my Big Brother, Jake, taught me how to play Tug of War!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Mom has been busy trying to keep me in line so she isn't on top of things like updating my blog. Don't worry, I'll have a talk with her about that.<br />
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I have been at my new house for a couple of weeks. I am showing my family that I am "full of the dickens"! (as Mom says). I don't really like to lay down and sleep. I think it's a waste of time when there are SO many things to explore and get into! One of my favorite things is to rip up the plastic that Mom put under my playpen, just incase I had an accident. I decided I don't need that anymore, so I put a hole in it. Then Jake and Maggie decided to shred it all over the living room when I was at daycare. I was NOT happy about it, as this was MY project! Not theirs! <br />
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I have nearly doubled in size since I came home. Mom says I'm too "round" and I need to cut back on my eating a little. I don't really agree with this. I LOVE to eat! Mom brings the food and I run right to my dish to gobble it up! Sometimes I don't even feel like taking a breath inbetween, but she makes me... ugh! I love her, but geez! Give a girl a break!! I'm GROWING!<br />
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I got to stay home all weekend this past weekend with Mama and Jake and Maggie. It was pretty fun. I practiced my singing for Mama. I'm very loud and getting louder! I think it's great! Mom on the other hand.... she says, "Not so much".<br />
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Here is what I got to do this weekend with Jake!<br />
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I hope you are having a good week!! I will tell Mom to take more pictures and keep up with things! I'm growing fast and acting furious! I'm FIESTY! :)Miss Milliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04020856711202444238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161168735856359000.post-27225239669561512832012-02-19T06:20:00.000-08:002012-02-19T06:20:08.245-08:00My Playdate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNPFiH-i7n7wpb1Gc-5wS6GrXCdIvbU8vLoXIYSyPWYViGuDqlwRbt0LO4ozIXtUd4ZmyCJLh4kPyvPfMYGIVY9TcmX49UNvnpgA_NZyl1bheKefhyphenhyphen9KVraAMnwwzZqBiWtX3A651nCiV/s1600/0218121025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNPFiH-i7n7wpb1Gc-5wS6GrXCdIvbU8vLoXIYSyPWYViGuDqlwRbt0LO4ozIXtUd4ZmyCJLh4kPyvPfMYGIVY9TcmX49UNvnpgA_NZyl1bheKefhyphenhyphen9KVraAMnwwzZqBiWtX3A651nCiV/s1600/0218121025.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On Saturday my Litter Sister got to go to her new house, but FIRST she got to come and play at MY house! We had so much fun! I kept trying to tell her that this was MY house, MY playpen, MY Mama, MY bed and MY toys, but she informed me that I needed to share, so I did... Mama was proud of me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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There is not a picture to post today, but I had another "first"!<br />
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My Mama took me to the doctor this morning to get all of my shots. He was very nice and said I was very healthy and looked like a good puppy! Mom was VERY happy to hear that! It was very hard for her to not be snapping pictures of my first visit, but she refrained not wanting to embarrass the doctor. :)<br />
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I didn't even feel my shot. I sneezed after they shoved my bortadella juice up my nose. As a matter of fact, I sneezed ALL over Mama! She told me thank you. Now she is safe too, according to the doctor.. She thought that was funny!<br />
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I weigh over 7 pounds already! The doctor said I am about as wide as I am tall! I think that's a good thing, but since I REALLY like to eat, she was told to cut me back to 3 times a day... What am I going to do?? I will be so hungry!! I'll get over it.. plus Mom might slip me a treat sometimes.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jake is really nice to me and we play. I like him so much that I roll right over for him and give him kisses. When Mom puts me on my back, I growl at her. I think it's cute. Mama... not so much. She says she's in for a ride!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I decided that Mom sleeps too much on a regular basis, so I decided that every 1 1/2 hours was a good time to whine to go outside. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My teeth are very sharp and I think that Mama's fingers are chew toys, so she went out and got me some chew toys and set up a playpen in the living room for me. She says that she no longer has a living room, but I have a play land and really... that's all that counts, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that I have some room to run around without Mom losing me in the house, I am tuckered out! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love my new home!</div>Miss Milliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04020856711202444238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161168735856359000.post-64163622914597536232012-02-10T13:13:00.000-08:002012-02-10T13:13:24.474-08:00Whew! What a Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0nH7yd7GAaaqafsmtRSV6QjlzowySHWfEJvNWkxqMa0yP9HaTc_EemCr5w3Z-DbrNjBzadfb5bEOjLn4PlQ1QMz-iHsweUSdVcN0xwJ1ccBkPM6NIM3_FO9cJS8xJtBB4NCZWnWXkwI-/s1600/Millie+arriving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0nH7yd7GAaaqafsmtRSV6QjlzowySHWfEJvNWkxqMa0yP9HaTc_EemCr5w3Z-DbrNjBzadfb5bEOjLn4PlQ1QMz-iHsweUSdVcN0xwJ1ccBkPM6NIM3_FO9cJS8xJtBB4NCZWnWXkwI-/s1600/Millie+arriving.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hi Everyone!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here I am on my first car ride on my way to meet my new Mama! I ate breakfast (and tried to steal some coffee) and I didn't even get car sick! I am going to LOVE going for car rides with Jake and Maggie! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What I am not sure I liked so much was Mama flashing the camera in my face every 5 minutes, but I guess I can't blame her. After all, I am Cute! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some of the fun things I did today was learn how to potty outside after being in the house. I did a VERY good job and have not made a mess inside (yet). Mama almost lost me because I wanted to show her how fast I could run under a parked car in the parking lot, but then she put this thing on me that goes around my neck and is attached to a long cord. I don't mind it too much, but I thought I was supposed to sit in one place when she put it on me. How am I supposed to potty when I'm sitting? She taught me that I could move around with all the junk on so that is going better for me now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I drank water from a bowl for the first time too! I couldn't QUITE figure it out at first. My face kept going under water, but nothing was happening. I figured out that I have to move my tounge and then I get the liquidy refreshment! It was GOOD! (better than the snow I was eating outside earlier) I liked it so much, I drank it and drank it until I was cut off! Imagine! 6 weeks old and cut off from the trough already... I may be following in Goober's footsteps afterall (according to Mama).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">YAY!! I'm so glad to be home!!</div>Miss Milliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04020856711202444238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161168735856359000.post-90067303624140743992012-02-10T05:21:00.000-08:002012-02-10T05:21:10.770-08:00I'm Coming HOME!!Hi Everyone!<br />
This is Millie's Mama.<br />
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I went to go and see Millie lastnight at her current house. She lives on a farm with a big yard, lots of dogs and I even saw a Kitty in the mix! They all were getting along very well! <br />
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After seeing and holding her, I decided to leave her there until her delivery date on the 18th. <br />
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Then....<br />
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I got home.. I was nearly crying and Kurt told me that I should have just brought her home with me. It's not like we don't have any dog supplies... so, via email, I inquired as to when the earliest I could get her would be. The response was TODAY at 9:45 a.m.! I am so happy and have her little kennel, blanket, stuffed dog, collar, leash and food and water dish all ready for her arrival. I DO need to get the little girl some food, but I will do that on my way back with her.<br />
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Being that they are farm dogs and outside and I am so in love with her, I just couldn't see her staying outside in the cold. I KNOW that they are fine and have shelter, but I am a "city" girl now and since she is technically old enough I made the decision to bring her home to start living her pampered life. <br />
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I may have some challenges in this according to different theories on my "timing"... but I will deal with all of them and we are very fortunate to have a unique situation for her to grow up in and learn her place in the "pack". I'm QUITE sure that Maggie will teach her that in about 2 minutes of her arrival home.<br />
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So.. this morning, I will be calling to see if I can get her vet appointment moved up so she can have all of her shots and health check so she can start living her life at Wiggles and Wags by day, and home at night. :) <br />
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I am very excited! I hope she is too!<br />
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Wish us luck! The party has officially started! <br />
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PS. Goob's arrival consisted of her being dropped off in the very building where we have Wiggles and Wags. Her first drink?? Well, she stole a lick out of a patrons beer glass. (The building used to be a bar that we both worked at!) Millie... You WILL NOT be stealing beer from people and you will drink WATER! See? I'm already putting my foot down! :) hahah!Miss Milliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04020856711202444238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161168735856359000.post-44814742362254375412012-02-09T06:38:00.000-08:002012-02-09T06:38:43.112-08:00Meet My New Family!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA39AyX02NSGmFKihMQIH8IxloZQTIKE48zEM-8vKsiGEk2qW-wH2Onx1F3-yWJSwRJpa7XvIyI56EiSyNIL4FqiiLkfYHfBKX27rfZbeBMJPeqXNfGiIheC1nW-jWiVxRHgi43gOva8tV/s1600/jake+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA39AyX02NSGmFKihMQIH8IxloZQTIKE48zEM-8vKsiGEk2qW-wH2Onx1F3-yWJSwRJpa7XvIyI56EiSyNIL4FqiiLkfYHfBKX27rfZbeBMJPeqXNfGiIheC1nW-jWiVxRHgi43gOva8tV/s320/jake+003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my new brother, Jake!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is my 5 year old brother who will teach me LOTS of good things! He loves to play nice and doesn't chew things up. I'm hoping that I follow in his footsteps!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my new sister, Maggie! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is 3. She likes to play too! She will like me, but I will have to keep my toys and rawhides away from her. I will talk to Mama about posting the picture of her from the other day "protecting" her rawhide from Mama. Anyway.. I am super excited to meet Maggie. Maggie has a TON of personality and (Mom calls it) "Tude". Maggie has also informed me that the Papa guy is HERS! So, I will have to do my best to get her to warm up to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">THIS is my new Mama! She can't WAIT to meet me and bring me home! We will have so much fun over the next (she says 25) years! This is the lady that will try to keep you updated. She really doesn't dress that way every day, but... Well.. I think I'm in for a pretty good life!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are no pictures of Papa. He says that cameras get hurt if they take pictures of him. I will talk to Mom about sneaking a picture of me and him after I get home. She might be able to put it on here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(He also doesn't use a computer so she can get away with it! ) </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my litter sister. I am not 100% what her name is yet, but I am looking forward to getting to see her through our life times! She is going to live with Mama's friend and we are all very excited! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are going shopping!! (Nuff said)! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well... that's about it for the family... I will have Mama post pictures of Grandpa and more of my new friends after I get to my new home and get settled in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">9 Days til I get to my home!!</div>Miss Milliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04020856711202444238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161168735856359000.post-82557322972305974762012-02-08T14:10:00.000-08:002012-02-08T14:10:59.248-08:00In The Beginning...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBr9QUT9tXyAVICZau7FE56Ccffr23LZeW6lwn3NogLS0kJ4662O6jcmNe0OtQgfCxS8cQNlAh4fy4koaKpGIBsbQJI0lKzvpmj5hbLZD4Vq0PKL6pX6toC0y_Lim4CQ9M_W0uSo_aIPoJ/s1600/Babygirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBr9QUT9tXyAVICZau7FE56Ccffr23LZeW6lwn3NogLS0kJ4662O6jcmNe0OtQgfCxS8cQNlAh4fy4koaKpGIBsbQJI0lKzvpmj5hbLZD4Vq0PKL6pX6toC0y_Lim4CQ9M_W0uSo_aIPoJ/s320/Babygirl.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hi Everyone!</span></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Name is Millie!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the story of my life. As I arrive to my new home, learn new things and grow you can follow my story. Of course, it's up to my Mama to keep you updated and posted. I will try to remind her, but for now, I'm only 7 weeks old (I think) so I will be very busy playing and chewing things up. You might want to keep my Mama on track.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Story begins like this:</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Mama and Papa lost their other girl at the age of 5 1/2 due to kidney failure and have been missing her very much. Her name was Goober. (I'm VERY glad Mama decided to name me something nice like Millie... Even though it is a referrence to her favorite light amber colored beverage. I don't know what she's talking about, but if you figure it out you can tell me when I'm older and stealing it out of the coolers) </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway... to get on with my story, I have a brother Jake who is 5 and is 100 pound Golden Retriever. I also have a sister, Maggie, who is 3 and she is a 15 pound Jack a__.. I mean, Russell. (I haven't met her yet, but I have heard stories. Mama and Papa Love her VERY much, but, APPARENTLY because of HER I am not allowed to have a rawhide when she's around, but I will grow up bigger than her so... ) I am very excited to meet them! I am also very excited to meet my Mama and Papa!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Remember.. I'm a puppy.. my mind wanders (so does mom's).. so to continue:</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Mama pestered and pestered the Papa guy, insisting that Jake needed another "big" dog puppy to play with at home. Nevermind they own a Doggie Daycare (which we will get into later) and Jake has many friends to play with all day long.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After a week or so of whining, Mama got her way! (I will be trying this approach myself when I don't want to be in my kennel). She put it all over Facebook. (you know what that is, right? It's a way to tell the WHOLE world when you are going to the bathroom, or what you are cooking for supper, I guess). Within a day she was sent a message about me and a picture the following day. We can't blame her for what I'm about to say:</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She fell in LOVE with me!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So...I will arrive at my new home on February 18th, 2012. </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mama already has my vet appointment set up (OUCH) and is on her way out shopping for my toys and puppy food and all the fun puppy stuff that I get! (Sorry Maggie, Mama loves ME too!)</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Welcome to my life (A very very long life)! :)</div>Miss Milliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04020856711202444238noreply@blogger.com3