<?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-5403700687313339526</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:57:17.438-06:00</updated><category term='elderberries'/><category term='Summer flowers'/><category term='Strawberries'/><category term='dog adventures'/><category term='Butterflies'/><category term='femoral head ostectomy'/><category term='thelittledogshelterintheholler dogs'/><category term='skunk bath recipe'/><category term='football'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Beautiful Words'/><category term='hip dysplasia'/><title type='text'>The little dog shelter in the holler</title><subtitle type='html'>Adventures, meandering thoughts, photos, and what-not from our little dog shelter in the holler.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259288682081685188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SW5eFbi3TvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Bu7oGw3uPR4/S220/JPs+profile+photo2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2527566474098306858</id><published>2012-02-03T14:07:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:26:05.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down by the old creek...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2iTIAeXjD4/TyxAu1gJPGI/AAAAAAAAB0s/m6BlhxYnySc/s1600/2012%2B02%2B03%2Bcreek%2Bbuttercups%2Bclose%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2iTIAeXjD4/TyxAu1gJPGI/AAAAAAAAB0s/m6BlhxYnySc/s320/2012%2B02%2B03%2Bcreek%2Bbuttercups%2Bclose%2B01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705006001351638114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter is so unusual, so far, it has been really mild.  So, the buttercups are up by the creek which means I had to get down there and get up close.  I love our buttercups, some were here when we bought the place but some of them are from JP's grandmother's house.  My mom had gotten some from her back when we got married and then when we moved here she gave me some...you follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GGAspmD82k/TyxCKvbsMVI/AAAAAAAAB1c/dG9laHjW-e0/s1600/2012%2B02%2B03%2Bcreek%2Bbuttercups%2Bout%2B02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GGAspmD82k/TyxCKvbsMVI/AAAAAAAAB1c/dG9laHjW-e0/s320/2012%2B02%2B03%2Bcreek%2Bbuttercups%2Bout%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705007580270309714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creek in the holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuhk_E8eNgY/TyxBxDVHaWI/AAAAAAAAB1E/eYYnkbntxtU/s1600/2012%2B02%2B03%2Bcreek08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuhk_E8eNgY/TyxBxDVHaWI/AAAAAAAAB1E/eYYnkbntxtU/s320/2012%2B02%2B03%2Bcreek08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705007138934843746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I91OQgzdvzc/TyxB-DIoMwI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/3oSff9ohhJY/s1600/2012%2B02%2B03%2Bcreek%2B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I91OQgzdvzc/TyxB-DIoMwI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/3oSff9ohhJY/s320/2012%2B02%2B03%2Bcreek%2B9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705007362220765954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll have a great weekend.  Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2527566474098306858?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2527566474098306858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2527566474098306858&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2527566474098306858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2527566474098306858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2012/02/down-by-old-creek.html' title='Down by the old creek...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2iTIAeXjD4/TyxAu1gJPGI/AAAAAAAAB0s/m6BlhxYnySc/s72-c/2012%2B02%2B03%2Bcreek%2Bbuttercups%2Bclose%2B01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-777007068048472316</id><published>2012-01-25T14:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:12:58.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9z9LczBZds/TyBggxb_AwI/AAAAAAAABz0/9YPW_i8V1rU/s1600/2012%2B01%2B18%2B003%2Banniv%2Bflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701663244393841410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9z9LczBZds/TyBggxb_AwI/AAAAAAAABz0/9YPW_i8V1rU/s320/2012%2B01%2B18%2B003%2Banniv%2Bflowers.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 250px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the roses that JP brought to me for our anniversary.  They actually smell like roses!  I just love the burgundy flowers, they really serve to set off the pink roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been having visitors each afternoon.  Anywhere from 4-9 deer come to the edge of our back yard and graze.  I just love it.  The dogs don't feel the same though.  I endure the barking and pleading eyes as long as I can so the deer can graze but eventually I cave and let the dogs run.  Then the dogs come back in and the deer come back out,,,,and repeat above.  Sorry for the picture quality, my hands were shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSRQyNwxTqw/TyBibuDn1iI/AAAAAAAAB0A/E0oitiBhi00/s1600/2012%2B01%2B18%2Bdeer%2Bin%2Bback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701665356610262562" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSRQyNwxTqw/TyBibuDn1iI/AAAAAAAAB0A/E0oitiBhi00/s320/2012%2B01%2B18%2Bdeer%2Bin%2Bback.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 198px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie says hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5MFqPueDF8/TyBip2ChNcI/AAAAAAAAB0M/5-xMSP3GW6E/s1600/2012%2B01%2B18%2B007%2BCharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701665599271286210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5MFqPueDF8/TyBip2ChNcI/AAAAAAAAB0M/5-xMSP3GW6E/s320/2012%2B01%2B18%2B007%2BCharlie.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 260px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Corrie's latest thing.  She sits at the front window with her chin rested on the window sill looking out, so pensive.  I think it's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kajriFS6Wpc/TyBixsgtzjI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/8PnZ7utC43k/s1600/2012%2B01%2B18%2B010%2BCorrie%2Blookout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701665734152539698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kajriFS6Wpc/TyBixsgtzjI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/8PnZ7utC43k/s320/2012%2B01%2B18%2B010%2BCorrie%2Blookout.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 220px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, and for the past few days, I've had the windows open.  I love being able to air out the house but this is weird Mid-January weather.  I think we better brace ourselves for February.  Other than these few things there's not much going on. So, blessings to you all from all of us in the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-777007068048472316?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/777007068048472316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=777007068048472316&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/777007068048472316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/777007068048472316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2012/01/goings-on.html' title='Goings on...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9z9LczBZds/TyBggxb_AwI/AAAAAAAABz0/9YPW_i8V1rU/s72-c/2012%2B01%2B18%2B003%2Banniv%2Bflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7862811944629965045</id><published>2012-01-18T08:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:46:22.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to my Dearly Beloved!</title><content type='html'>I just want to take a moment this morning and make this post to, once again, let Mrs. JP know on this, our 27th anniversary, that she is a better wife than I ever deserved and that I love her dearly, more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless your day, dear, and continue blessing you for all eternity in Christ Jesus, as I know He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has brought us a long way in our walk together and blessed us richly, praise be to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us in 1985. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug8wS3qbzG8/TxbYDjzoVGI/AAAAAAAAAek/26YF3sB57yM/s1600/Us+in+1985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug8wS3qbzG8/TxbYDjzoVGI/AAAAAAAAAek/26YF3sB57yM/s320/Us+in+1985.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and one more thing: No, I love YOU more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7862811944629965045?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7862811944629965045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7862811944629965045&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7862811944629965045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7862811944629965045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-anniversary-to-my-dearly-beloved.html' title='Happy Anniversary to my Dearly Beloved!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259288682081685188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SW5eFbi3TvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Bu7oGw3uPR4/S220/JPs+profile+photo2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug8wS3qbzG8/TxbYDjzoVGI/AAAAAAAAAek/26YF3sB57yM/s72-c/Us+in+1985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3365905952332169846</id><published>2012-01-16T16:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:40:19.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what little sisters are for...</title><content type='html'>Scrappy's latest fascination is licking Charlie on the face or in his mouth.  This poor guy just wants to sit as close to me as possible and be at peace but as you can see it's not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is giving me the "help me" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZvexZx2WT0/TxSmlIoFAxI/AAAAAAAABzQ/k2ZRveg4u8k/s1600/2011%2B11%2B02%2BCharlie%2Bsays%2Bhelp%2Bmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZvexZx2WT0/TxSmlIoFAxI/AAAAAAAABzQ/k2ZRveg4u8k/s320/2011%2B11%2B02%2BCharlie%2Bsays%2Bhelp%2Bmom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698362585431474962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep,,,really annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QjxEp06unk/TxSm0YM4eCI/AAAAAAAABzc/RNiakBCK0E8/s1600/2011%2B11%2B02%2Breally%2Bmake%2Bher%2Bquit%2Bit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QjxEp06unk/TxSm0YM4eCI/AAAAAAAABzc/RNiakBCK0E8/s320/2011%2B11%2B02%2Breally%2Bmake%2Bher%2Bquit%2Bit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698362847310411810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no peace around here for the handsome fellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXESXuzMxig/TxSm_lJetgI/AAAAAAAABzo/LJWeg9guHuI/s1600/2011%2B11%2B02now%2Bshe%2Bcan%2527t%2Breach%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXESXuzMxig/TxSm_lJetgI/AAAAAAAABzo/LJWeg9guHuI/s320/2011%2B11%2B02now%2Bshe%2Bcan%2527t%2Breach%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698363039764362754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3365905952332169846?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3365905952332169846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3365905952332169846&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3365905952332169846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3365905952332169846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2012/01/thats-what-little-sisters-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s what little sisters are for...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZvexZx2WT0/TxSmlIoFAxI/AAAAAAAABzQ/k2ZRveg4u8k/s72-c/2011%2B11%2B02%2BCharlie%2Bsays%2Bhelp%2Bmom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2454726002681580867</id><published>2012-01-11T17:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:13:49.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another really good recipe...</title><content type='html'>I made this salad last night and it was so good.  When we lived in Florida I became a fan of fruit in my savory salads and this one is my new favorite.  I made one exception to the recipe, I didn't add the olive oil because it just seemed like there was enough with the bacon grease.  You all know that given the choice,,,I'll always choose bacon. :O)  Sorry, no pictures, we ate it as soon as it was plated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;8 pieces smoked bacon, reserve grease ( fried crispy)&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces spinach, Fresh Baby Spinach ( stems removed)&lt;br /&gt;2 fresh pears, sliced, or bite-size pieces&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup fresh blueberries (optional)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 bunch fresh mint leaves, torn&lt;br /&gt;2 ounces goat cheese, soft, crumbled&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;8 tablespoons Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons bacon grease, reserved&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;sea salt&lt;br /&gt;fresh ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;Fry smoked bacon to crispy stage. Remove from skillet, let cool and reserve grease for dressing;&lt;br /&gt;Wash and Plate Spinach (remove stems); Wash and slice pears (using red pears will add color) -&lt;br /&gt;arrange over the bed of spinach; Add Blueberries if desired; Tear mint leaves and add to the&lt;br /&gt;plates; Crumble the crispy bacon and goat cheese over top. Dressing is simple -- Add vinegar,&lt;br /&gt;Dijon mustard and honey to blender, mix well. With blender set on low speed, add bacon grease,&lt;br /&gt;and add EVOO slowly to emulsify dressing. Add salt and pepper to taste' mix well on high for the&lt;br /&gt;last couple of minutes. Drizzle on salad, and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you try this recipe.  I think you'll like it.  Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2454726002681580867?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2454726002681580867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2454726002681580867&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2454726002681580867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2454726002681580867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-really-good-recipe.html' title='Another really good recipe...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2233674908263488050</id><published>2012-01-05T09:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:53:48.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheddar Bacon Ranch Pull Bread...</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to make this recipe since before Christmas and finally did last weekend.  We really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqvx6lblkoo/TwXHPyfcVmI/AAAAAAAABzE/dJPG-DeA7-A/s1600/27303141460532352_3Y8o9Jii_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqvx6lblkoo/TwXHPyfcVmI/AAAAAAAABzE/dJPG-DeA7-A/s320/27303141460532352_3Y8o9Jii_c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694176377945478754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 unsliced loaf of (round is preferable) sourdough bread&lt;br /&gt;8-12 oz cheddar cheese, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;3 oz bag Oscar Mayer Real Bacon bits&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp Ranch dressing mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a sharp bread knife cut the bread going both directions. Do not cut through the bottom crust. Place slices of cheese in between cuts. Sprinkle bacon bits on bread, making sure to get in between cuts. Mix together butter and Ranch dressing mix. Pour over bread. Wrap in foil the entire loaf in foil and place on a baking sheet. Bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes. Unwrap. Bake for an additional 10 minutes, or until cheese is melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2233674908263488050?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2233674908263488050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2233674908263488050&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2233674908263488050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2233674908263488050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2012/01/cheddar-bacon-ranch-pull-bread.html' title='Cheddar Bacon Ranch Pull Bread...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqvx6lblkoo/TwXHPyfcVmI/AAAAAAAABzE/dJPG-DeA7-A/s72-c/27303141460532352_3Y8o9Jii_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-510149452185573552</id><published>2012-01-02T09:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:05:39.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my copy of MAXDOG!...</title><content type='html'>Actually, I got my copy of MAXDOG just before Christmas.  It is such a good book.  Some of you know &lt;a href = "http://africanwhitechild.blogspot.com/2011/12/maxdog-distribution-outlets-general.html" target = "_blank"&gt;MAXMOM's blog&lt;/a&gt; and have and idea of part of the story but it's so wonderful to have the blanks filled in. I've been reading it slowly and enjoying each page; this book is so relatable and uplifting.  It is a must read.  Here's the information so you can get your copy because, although I love you all, I don't think I'll be sharing mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MAXDOG”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDd7ZXYOPDs/TwHMtnFAaHI/AAAAAAAABy4/tlYC-lZ6elM/s1600/371190_570081934_582975753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDd7ZXYOPDs/TwHMtnFAaHI/AAAAAAAABy4/tlYC-lZ6elM/s320/371190_570081934_582975753_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693056487929178226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTHOR: Caryl Moll&lt;br /&gt;PUBLISHED BY: Porcupine Press&lt;br /&gt;Available from: early December 2011&lt;br /&gt;Price to be advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXDOG is the story of a Golden Retriever who becomes a rock of emotional support for his owner after she faces a series of devastating life events that plunge her into deep depression. Years later, the tables are turned and roles are reversed, when Max is diagnosed with a cancer that will soon take his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her journey to personal healing, Max's owner rediscovers her love of writing and begins an inspirational internet blog sharing Max’s final months with her readers.  MAXDOG of South Africa, the blog, captures a world-wide audience giving Max's owner new purpose and direction in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXDOG is filled with laughter, tears and bittersweet moments that will pull the reader into its pages. This heartwarming tale is testimony to the enduring power of the human spirit, and the unconditional love shared between a Golden Retriever and its owner.&lt;br /&gt; “This is my dog;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing he lacks.&lt;br /&gt;My faithful companion,&lt;br /&gt;This is my Max.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you wish to reserve a copy of this book, please email the author:&lt;br /&gt;carylmoll@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;“Wherever MAXDOG goes, let it do good!”&lt;br /&gt;083 324 7921&lt;br /&gt;http://www.africanwhitechild.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-510149452185573552?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/510149452185573552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=510149452185573552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/510149452185573552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/510149452185573552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-got-my-copy-of-maxdog.html' title='I got my copy of MAXDOG!...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDd7ZXYOPDs/TwHMtnFAaHI/AAAAAAAABy4/tlYC-lZ6elM/s72-c/371190_570081934_582975753_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-422576673423928864</id><published>2011-12-31T17:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:04:21.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It will soon be another year...</title><content type='html'>What does this mean, really?  Another date I have to remember as I date things.  Our insurance deductible starts over.  But nothing really remarkable.  In former years I stressed that we should "see" the new year in!  Ha Ha Ha...Now, my motto is what better way to "see" the new year in than by being in my super comfy jammies and in my warm bed.  Also, the turning of the calendar meant all sorts of pressures put on myself in resolutions!  Why do we do this?  Who needs the extra stress or disappointment of not living up to a "resolution?"  Not me, I've stopped setting myself up like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, new paragraph :O)  Did the first one make you feel sad for me like maybe I'm bitter over the changing of the date?  Don't!!  I know that I am so blessed to be able to sit here, comfortable in every way, and share my thoughts with you.  I am blessed to be at peace with God who loves me no matter my downfalls.  My family is as healthy and happy as we would possibly ask for and I am so thankful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmU-ittG-k8/Tv-hucGn8BI/AAAAAAAABys/CCIhPmpZ6-g/s1600/107030928613904527_0T4657tb_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmU-ittG-k8/Tv-hucGn8BI/AAAAAAAABys/CCIhPmpZ6-g/s320/107030928613904527_0T4657tb_c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692446273209626642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you all have a wonderfully blessed new year.  Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-422576673423928864?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/422576673423928864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=422576673423928864&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/422576673423928864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/422576673423928864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-will-soon-be-another-year.html' title='It will soon be another year...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmU-ittG-k8/Tv-hucGn8BI/AAAAAAAABys/CCIhPmpZ6-g/s72-c/107030928613904527_0T4657tb_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7223874355607933613</id><published>2011-12-27T12:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:37:10.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Hot Spiced Tea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdXc-j8HuW4/TvoQI-hmSuI/AAAAAAAAByg/jWZJiMaQxiw/s1600/Russian%2BTea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdXc-j8HuW4/TvoQI-hmSuI/AAAAAAAAByg/jWZJiMaQxiw/s320/Russian%2BTea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690878825544960738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new recipe book this year that has some of my old favorites.  My Mom and my Aunt used to make this tea and so now it's become a comfort food for me.  It was called Russian Tea when we made it then, I don't know why the name, but this recipe is the same and still just as comforting.  Oh, it's also good for a dose of vitamin C so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant Hot Spiced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 - 3/4 cup Instant Tea&lt;br /&gt;2 cup Tang drink mix&lt;br /&gt;2 cup Sugar (I use sugar substitute)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoon lemonade mix&lt;br /&gt;2-3 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix up all ingredients well and store in an air tight container.  Mix 2 teaspoons in a mug of hot water and enjoy!  Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7223874355607933613?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7223874355607933613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7223874355607933613&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7223874355607933613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7223874355607933613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/12/instant-hot-spiced-tea.html' title='Instant Hot Spiced Tea...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdXc-j8HuW4/TvoQI-hmSuI/AAAAAAAAByg/jWZJiMaQxiw/s72-c/Russian%2BTea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3237242256860670167</id><published>2011-12-21T10:27:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:47:30.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqCIPw-Xk4o/TvIMWRmVnbI/AAAAAAAAByU/0705VIVbn-M/s1600/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2B0our%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqCIPw-Xk4o/TvIMWRmVnbI/AAAAAAAAByU/0705VIVbn-M/s320/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2B0our%2Bhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688622856143216050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing the usual Christmas stuff in the holler.  I've been baking Christmas cookies, sourdough cinnamon raisin bread, pretzel hugs, etc.  I've been enjoying all of your Christmas posts so much.  So, since it's a rainy day here I thought I would try to get some Christmasy pictures of the dogs.  It was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Charlie, he absolutely would pose for a picture but absolutely NOT with a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IziYFqSdrmM/TvIKfgg55HI/AAAAAAAABxY/jg2vQ5xmbbw/s1600/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2Bcharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IziYFqSdrmM/TvIKfgg55HI/AAAAAAAABxY/jg2vQ5xmbbw/s320/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2Bcharlie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688620815742526578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as soon as that picture was shot Scrappy came running up and snatched those flowers and took them to her perch.  That little so and so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9KlmLHg43Q/TvIK4puT2gI/AAAAAAAABxk/Jt-_FwhH6-k/s1600/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2BScrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9KlmLHg43Q/TvIK4puT2gI/AAAAAAAABxk/Jt-_FwhH6-k/s320/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2BScrappy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688621247711402498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet Daisy didn't mind posing with the Santa hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKr94eiQ-58/TvILSmW6FkI/AAAAAAAABxw/JrrMC01wn9U/s1600/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2BDaisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKr94eiQ-58/TvILSmW6FkI/AAAAAAAABxw/JrrMC01wn9U/s320/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2BDaisy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688621693484537410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Daisy did it Speedbump decided she would take a turn and sit for her Christmas portrait...with the support of friends of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftHH_pQ5gko/TvILr0-67_I/AAAAAAAABx8/rX_nXtU9Ajo/s1600/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2Bbump%2Band%2Bcharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftHH_pQ5gko/TvILr0-67_I/AAAAAAAABx8/rX_nXtU9Ajo/s320/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2Bbump%2Band%2Bcharlie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688622126907191282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was absolutely NO WAY the sisters, Corrie and Violet, were going to be a part of any of this action.  They just don't do cameras as you see in this, my only picture of Corrie.  Isn't that a nice picture?  I think I'll use it for our Christmas cards next year..hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5wMtrGNeDg/TvIMII2SyiI/AAAAAAAAByI/HxgTUwrXYos/s1600/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2B0Corrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5wMtrGNeDg/TvIMII2SyiI/AAAAAAAAByI/HxgTUwrXYos/s320/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2B0Corrie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688622613276052002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that each of you have a wonderful Christmas and remember the reason we celebrate it.  For unto us is born a Savior, Jesus Christ The Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3237242256860670167?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3237242256860670167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3237242256860670167&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3237242256860670167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3237242256860670167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqCIPw-Xk4o/TvIMWRmVnbI/AAAAAAAAByU/0705VIVbn-M/s72-c/2011%2B12%2B21%2BChristmas%2B0our%2Bhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1559103125620731046</id><published>2011-12-08T17:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:23:31.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my new favorites...</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas songs and sing in a choir most every year.  This year one of the songs we sang was Still, Still, Still.  I've found a really good video of Manheim Steamroller doing it.  Also, I put the lyrics for you.  Enjoy.  Oh, a warning should accompany this song.....it is a very sweet lullaby--so watch with coffee or blankey in hand  :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3dJ6H0DEV08" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics to Still, Still, Still :&lt;br /&gt;Still, still, still,&lt;br /&gt;One can hear the falling snow.&lt;br /&gt;For all is hushed,&lt;br /&gt;The world is sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;Holy Star its vigil keeping.&lt;br /&gt;Still, still, still,&lt;br /&gt;One can hear the falling snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, sleep, sleep,&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.&lt;br /&gt;The night is peaceful all around you,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Let sleep surround you.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, sleep, sleep,&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream, dream, dream,&lt;br /&gt;Of the joyous day to come.&lt;br /&gt;While guardian angels without number,&lt;br /&gt;Watch you as you sweetly slumber.&lt;br /&gt;Dream, dream, dream,&lt;br /&gt;Of the joyous day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed it and are still awake!  Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1559103125620731046?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1559103125620731046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1559103125620731046&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1559103125620731046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1559103125620731046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-of-my-new-favorites.html' title='One of my new favorites...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3dJ6H0DEV08/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7749991794120414218</id><published>2011-12-07T13:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T15:43:20.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYsybaGxVoc/Tt_AIM1qw8I/AAAAAAAABxM/nePEiyBUCNk/s1600/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bcorrie%2Bunder%2Bthe%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683472501882667970" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYsybaGxVoc/Tt_AIM1qw8I/AAAAAAAABxM/nePEiyBUCNk/s320/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bcorrie%2Bunder%2Bthe%2Btree.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 232px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got our decorations out and today it started snowing!  Corrie was just so glad that I put that tree up for her.  Last year, her sister Violet claimed the place under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJCoSQOMqvw/Tt-9ttGGyZI/AAAAAAAABv4/985p2KwxWmE/s1600/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bchristmas%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683469847661824402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJCoSQOMqvw/Tt-9ttGGyZI/AAAAAAAABv4/985p2KwxWmE/s320/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bchristmas%2Btree.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 170px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have special things on the mantle.  I collect manger scenes so I enjoy having them out.  I even put them in the kitchen window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2AQeKCiYFM/Tt--GXjBrbI/AAAAAAAABwE/y5XiwmLhRsk/s1600/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bchristmas%2Bdecor%2Bmantle%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683470271374273970" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2AQeKCiYFM/Tt--GXjBrbI/AAAAAAAABwE/y5XiwmLhRsk/s320/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bchristmas%2Bdecor%2Bmantle%2B01.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 197px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yC8a-lHVP-A/Tt--P9ZSo6I/AAAAAAAABwQ/aaLvi5jzHtE/s1600/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bchristmas%2Bdecor%2Bmantle%2B02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683470436152812450" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yC8a-lHVP-A/Tt--P9ZSo6I/AAAAAAAABwQ/aaLvi5jzHtE/s320/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bchristmas%2Bdecor%2Bmantle%2B02.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I got home it was snowing so hard it was like standing in a snow globe.  These pictures of the dogs look blurry but the snow was just coming down too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8VzLKwAZOA/Tt--r9anUvI/AAAAAAAABwc/8xTvVJnvJOo/s1600/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bsnow%2Bdogs%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683470917194699506" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8VzLKwAZOA/Tt--r9anUvI/AAAAAAAABwc/8xTvVJnvJOo/s320/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bsnow%2Bdogs%2B013.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 250px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zLoiC-1ob4I/Tt---lVsSFI/AAAAAAAABwo/V68briV713w/s1600/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bsnow%2Bdogs%2Bdaisy%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683471237149116498" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zLoiC-1ob4I/Tt---lVsSFI/AAAAAAAABwo/V68briV713w/s320/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bsnow%2Bdogs%2Bdaisy%2B015.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Speedbump's kind of weather.  She's smiling inside :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ucSvZkOKrw/Tt-_MxFkyyI/AAAAAAAABw0/ZJxGp4T_RmU/s1600/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bbump%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683471480820910882" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ucSvZkOKrw/Tt-_MxFkyyI/AAAAAAAABw0/ZJxGp4T_RmU/s320/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bbump%2B017.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 227px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  I'm so thrilled that the bird feeder is being used.  Two lady cardinals are in there.  It looks like they're talking about the change in weather and how nice it is to eat inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5sxA-MA-DoE/Tt-_28z23_I/AAAAAAAABxE/kDKly8xnGrw/s1600/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bbird%2Bfeeder%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683472205522329586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5sxA-MA-DoE/Tt-_28z23_I/AAAAAAAABxE/kDKly8xnGrw/s320/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bbird%2Bfeeder%2B002.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 282px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all from the snowy holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7749991794120414218?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7749991794120414218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7749991794120414218&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7749991794120414218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7749991794120414218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYsybaGxVoc/Tt_AIM1qw8I/AAAAAAAABxM/nePEiyBUCNk/s72-c/2011%2B12%2B07%2Bcorrie%2Bunder%2Bthe%2Btree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3778195314197149044</id><published>2011-12-02T09:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:10:52.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all birds and bird watchers....</title><content type='html'>I saw this idea in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Birds and Blooms&lt;/span&gt;, a magazine I get and really enjoy.  It's a gallon plastic juice jug made into a bird feeder.  It said to cut out bird sized holes on two sides, poked holes in the bottom for drainage, tie a hefty piece of string for hanging, fill with seeds and watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a little extra to ours by hot glueing some rope at the bottom of the holes so it would be a more comfortable perch, put a piece of chopstick inside for additional perching possibilities, and stickers just for the heck of it.  It's so easy to fill because of the twist off cap on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCMbNXPtOTM/Ttj3BeBAxMI/AAAAAAAABvg/dZdWyb9Xrfc/s1600/2011%2B12%2B02%2Bbird%2Bfeeder%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCMbNXPtOTM/Ttj3BeBAxMI/AAAAAAAABvg/dZdWyb9Xrfc/s320/2011%2B12%2B02%2Bbird%2Bfeeder%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681562534537118914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is hanging with our regular feeder and suet just outside the kitchen window.  I put some little apple pieces in there with the sunflower seeds.  Ohhhh, I hope they like it.  It was so easy and will be a fun project for our little granddaughter and I to do the next time she's here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Atcq3nKu4JQ/Ttj3c1XAZLI/AAAAAAAABvs/2v7LOBn8Wfg/s1600/2011%2B12%2B02%2Bbird%2Bfeeder%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Atcq3nKu4JQ/Ttj3c1XAZLI/AAAAAAAABvs/2v7LOBn8Wfg/s320/2011%2B12%2B02%2Bbird%2Bfeeder%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681563004659852466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks to JP for changing the background on our blog.  I took some frosty pictures and he made it happen.  Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3778195314197149044?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3778195314197149044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3778195314197149044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3778195314197149044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3778195314197149044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/12/calling-all-birds-and-bird-watchers.html' title='Calling all birds and bird watchers....'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCMbNXPtOTM/Ttj3BeBAxMI/AAAAAAAABvg/dZdWyb9Xrfc/s72-c/2011%2B12%2B02%2Bbird%2Bfeeder%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4208422508519892516</id><published>2011-11-26T12:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:01:04.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Peasy Salt and Sweety...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRqC1tsbtwI/TtE3EEEcKYI/AAAAAAAABvU/LKqSk04ugkM/s1600/IMG_1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRqC1tsbtwI/TtE3EEEcKYI/AAAAAAAABvU/LKqSk04ugkM/s320/IMG_1818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679381148042275202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a test batch of these and they're so good they're addictive.  I did try both the hugs and kisses in my test batch and prefer the hugs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pretzel Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;2 bags of Hershey’s Hugs&lt;br /&gt;1 “Pounder” bag of Pretzel Snaps&lt;br /&gt;Big baking sheet&lt;br /&gt;Waxed paper – for easy removal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 300&lt;br /&gt;1. Unwrap Hugs&lt;br /&gt;2. Line baking sheet with waxed paper – if you don’t have waxed, use parchment, but I strongly suggest you use paper just for ease. If you don’t have either, just use a non-stick&lt;br /&gt;baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Lay one pretzel down for every Hug and top each pretzel with a Hug.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Pop in the oven for 2 min, just until they are glossy and softish.&lt;br /&gt;5. Remove from oven and let sit for 1 more minute, to continue the softening process.&lt;br /&gt;**This is the only step you can make a mistake on – by laving them in the oven too long they will completely melt and run through the pretzel and all over your sheet and you won’t have a sandwich, just a mess.&lt;br /&gt;6. Now top each hug with another pretzel pushing down gently, so it sticks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYk47x3OyKo/TtE2sE6tgfI/AAAAAAAABvI/87cLoN06QZ0/s1600/hershey%2Bhug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYk47x3OyKo/TtE2sE6tgfI/AAAAAAAABvI/87cLoN06QZ0/s320/hershey%2Bhug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679380735953043954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. I pop the baking sheet in the fridge for 20-30 min. to cool them off.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You could most certainly let them dry at room temp, it will just take a little longer and trust me, you are going to want to eat these right away!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Pretzel Hugs from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4208422508519892516?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4208422508519892516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4208422508519892516&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4208422508519892516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4208422508519892516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/11/easy-peasy-salt-and-sweety.html' title='Easy Peasy Salt and Sweety...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRqC1tsbtwI/TtE3EEEcKYI/AAAAAAAABvU/LKqSk04ugkM/s72-c/IMG_1818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2644420920116134540</id><published>2011-11-22T15:44:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:04:17.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you thankful for?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dY1vHoPtHI/TswbhzoStgI/AAAAAAAABu8/GDxpIxI0GLU/s1600/2011%2B11%2B22%2Bgivethanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dY1vHoPtHI/TswbhzoStgI/AAAAAAAABu8/GDxpIxI0GLU/s320/2011%2B11%2B22%2Bgivethanks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677943497816192514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday our pastor asked us that question and suggested we make a list of all our blessings.  There are so many things to be thankful for - our Faith in Jesus Christ, our family, health, the country we live in and liberties we've been given, flowers, rainbows, money to buy food...the list should be much longer.  There are so many things.  What if we had in our life ONLY the things we are thankful for?  That makes me think.  I take so much for granted but I want to take this time and refocus.  Here are a few pictures I gathered of my blessings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Word--what a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xeAabFnWnt0/Tswae-Ts86I/AAAAAAAABuY/0o19cQ4_Oos/s1600/bibles_pb_binding-larger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xeAabFnWnt0/Tswae-Ts86I/AAAAAAAABuY/0o19cQ4_Oos/s320/bibles_pb_binding-larger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677942349631386530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family...JP is in this one I think.  Yall know that I'm thankful for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36jKO5fiIYM/TswbJYMpESI/AAAAAAAABuw/FgoAXqpdAdU/s1600/2011%2B09%2B23%2B009%2B-%2Bfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36jKO5fiIYM/TswbJYMpESI/AAAAAAAABuw/FgoAXqpdAdU/s320/2011%2B09%2B23%2B009%2B-%2Bfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677943078135599394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful scenery we see out any window we look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhND6TTavqs/TswYHY0BIpI/AAAAAAAABt0/c5eCWTk8jXs/s1600/Beauty%2Bout%2Bour%2Bfront%2Bdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhND6TTavqs/TswYHY0BIpI/AAAAAAAABt0/c5eCWTk8jXs/s320/Beauty%2Bout%2Bour%2Bfront%2Bdoor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677939745406132882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6y78u2uBlIo/TswYbfL9ZcI/AAAAAAAABuA/Zwm2mFJjLSY/s1600/Sunsets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6y78u2uBlIo/TswYbfL9ZcI/AAAAAAAABuA/Zwm2mFJjLSY/s320/Sunsets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677940090714547650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our crazy pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZo3JgzYq1E/TswZConlI5I/AAAAAAAABuM/Xkn6EVIJrE4/s1600/2011%2B08%2B19%2Bpack%2Bshot%2Bresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZo3JgzYq1E/TswZConlI5I/AAAAAAAABuM/Xkn6EVIJrE4/s320/2011%2B08%2B19%2Bpack%2Bshot%2Bresized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677940763261215634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGnyUpJg2jk/TswavN1ldeI/AAAAAAAABuk/dpK6t1ZAVAw/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGnyUpJg2jk/TswavN1ldeI/AAAAAAAABuk/dpK6t1ZAVAw/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677942628677940706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only scratched the surface of my blessings; these are just a few.  So, tell me, what are you thankful for?  Thanksgiving blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2644420920116134540?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2644420920116134540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2644420920116134540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2644420920116134540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2644420920116134540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-are-you-thankful-for.html' title='What are you thankful for?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dY1vHoPtHI/TswbhzoStgI/AAAAAAAABu8/GDxpIxI0GLU/s72-c/2011%2B11%2B22%2Bgivethanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7713621991502300516</id><published>2011-11-16T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:23:22.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of the perks of a rainy day...</title><content type='html'>We've had a couple of rainy days here in the holler.  We are transitioning into wintery weather.  So,,,,,out come my cutie rain boots.  They make walking through the puddles in the grocery store parking lot fun.  I resisted the urge to jump and splash but it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5x1VYW-eW8I/TsQNJvL3zMI/AAAAAAAABtc/k2u1zK6CS34/s1600/2011%2B11%2B16%2Brain%2Bboots%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5x1VYW-eW8I/TsQNJvL3zMI/AAAAAAAABtc/k2u1zK6CS34/s320/2011%2B11%2B16%2Brain%2Bboots%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675675891329912002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Daisy checking out this new thing mom has on.  She approves :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvT5_flv2B8/TsQNRa9cGGI/AAAAAAAABto/pZXkbkuNtrA/s1600/2011%2B11%2B16%2Brain%2Bboots%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvT5_flv2B8/TsQNRa9cGGI/AAAAAAAABto/pZXkbkuNtrA/s320/2011%2B11%2B16%2Brain%2Bboots%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675676023339620450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7713621991502300516?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7713621991502300516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7713621991502300516&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7713621991502300516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7713621991502300516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-one-of-perks-of-rainy-day.html' title='Just one of the perks of a rainy day...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5x1VYW-eW8I/TsQNJvL3zMI/AAAAAAAABtc/k2u1zK6CS34/s72-c/2011%2B11%2B16%2Brain%2Bboots%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-6321803402285294681</id><published>2011-11-11T06:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:50:25.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few years ago JP wrote this lovely post for Veterans day.  Since I couldn't improve on his message I'd like to share it again.  Thank you to all our Veter&lt;/span&gt;ans and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no accident that our Republic was established and has endured the test of time until now.  It is the result of men of vision and courage, willing to give their all when their fellow countrymen needed them.  It is the result of their parents teaching them the importance of liberty, honor, right and duty.  It is the result of spouses willing to support their efforts and to keep the home fires burning with love and order during their frequent and long absences when duty calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SvruGmU7uXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vYXemXEnugs/s1600-h/2005-04-05+set1+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402892500119304562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SvruGmU7uXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vYXemXEnugs/s320/2005-04-05+set1+005.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 214px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish to salute all American's who have served their country with honor on this Veteran's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. JP's grandfather served in the Army in WWI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SvrvaQ2IqlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fsjYLy3LQ5Y/s1600-h/Grandaddy+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402893937461996114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SvrvaQ2IqlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fsjYLy3LQ5Y/s320/Grandaddy+01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. JP's father served in the Navy during the Korean war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SvrvZ3HodFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/qNodRpV-pSA/s1600-h/Dad+in+the+navy+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402893930556060754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SvrvZ3HodFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/qNodRpV-pSA/s320/Dad+in+the+navy+01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 220px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather served in the Navy in the War in the Pacific during WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SvrvakIXAQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AQQc3yc4Vrc/s1600-h/Granddaddy+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402893942638706946" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SvrvakIXAQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AQQc3yc4Vrc/s320/Granddaddy+02.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 252px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my brothers was in the Army and retired after over 20 years of honorable service, including stints with the 82nd Airborne Division and serving as a drill sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_faqQNz4gU/Tr01y2OG0XI/AAAAAAAAAd0/cYvyIlxQkRg/s1600/Eric.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_faqQNz4gU/Tr01y2OG0XI/AAAAAAAAAd0/cYvyIlxQkRg/s320/Eric.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our sweet daughter-in-law served in the Air Force and was on deployment in Oman when our son met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/Svw2fe3eXeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/n24xkPWvLkw/s1600-h/daughterinlaw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403253567427337698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/Svw2fe3eXeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/n24xkPWvLkw/s320/daughterinlaw1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px; width: 172px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our only son currently serves in the Army, and we could not be prouder of him, his wife and his children.  Happy Veteran's day, son.  We love you and are so very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/Svrv63eroYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/HzvFQ_bGl4Q/s1600-h/son+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402894497588420994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/Svrv63eroYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/HzvFQ_bGl4Q/s320/son+1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 216px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic9Y_Vj70u8/Tr0Y1rjEaoI/AAAAAAAABtQ/L1BHl0zQBrM/s1600/our%2Bkid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673718416058641026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic9Y_Vj70u8/Tr0Y1rjEaoI/AAAAAAAABtQ/L1BHl0zQBrM/s320/our%2Bkid.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 215px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we would all, as still free Americans, honor our Veterans on this day and thank them wherever we encounter them; that all who call Christ Lord would elevate their prayers on behalf of all of our brave military men and women and their families; that Americans would remember that these folks are heroes, not victims or villains; and that liberty and righteousness are still worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/Svrv7lbszGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4McOXh6i7mA/s1600-h/Wintry+old+glory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402894509923945570" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/Svrv7lbszGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4McOXh6i7mA/s320/Wintry+old+glory.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 255px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Veterans day from us in the holler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-6321803402285294681?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6321803402285294681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=6321803402285294681&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6321803402285294681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6321803402285294681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/11/americas-best.html' title='America&apos;s Best...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SvruGmU7uXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vYXemXEnugs/s72-c/2005-04-05+set1+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1178589729942729755</id><published>2011-11-03T10:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:57:04.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still catching up...</title><content type='html'>I realized that I have just a few more pictures to show you.  They are unrelated but I still wanted to share them so this is going to be my "catch up miscellaneous" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last picture of our cute little visitor Cacique.  Scrappy is sharing HER chair with him.  She was such a good hostess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS4NjhhNEqI/TrK6WoPKPsI/AAAAAAAABss/i-vFX_mEqRM/s1600/2011%2B11%2B02%2BScrappy%2Bsharing%2Bher%2Bchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670799778733768386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS4NjhhNEqI/TrK6WoPKPsI/AAAAAAAABss/i-vFX_mEqRM/s320/2011%2B11%2B02%2BScrappy%2Bsharing%2Bher%2Bchair.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 298px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aesculus_glabra"&gt;Buckeye tree&lt;/a&gt; down by the creek!  My neighbor pointed it out and that it had one buckeye hanging way up on top.  It became an obsession for me because I wanted it and knew that if it dropped and I wasn't there to retrieve it that it would roll into the creek.  So, I threw sticks a-plenty up at it to no avail.  By brother-in-law shook the tree (which I had also tried but couldn't do) and I GOT IT!!!  Now I have it in my kitchen window so I can look at it daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rjgflmJdfTM/TrK70Lh0a2I/AAAAAAAABs4/NZMe098skJA/s1600/2011%2B11%2B02%2BBuckeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670801385935104866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rjgflmJdfTM/TrK70Lh0a2I/AAAAAAAABs4/NZMe098skJA/s320/2011%2B11%2B02%2BBuckeye.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 194px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my sweet Charlie is still bringing me his bowl after he eats.  He's such a love.  For those of you who haven't seen it, we posted this video back when he was eating outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pq2Zp9krh-I" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the creepy eyes, I tried to make that go away but,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXtwohkmMDw/TrK8bnMokTI/AAAAAAAABtE/1AK0bx5KNFI/s1600/2011%2B11%2B02%2BCharlie%2Bbring%2Bthe%2Bbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670802063377338674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXtwohkmMDw/TrK8bnMokTI/AAAAAAAABtE/1AK0bx5KNFI/s320/2011%2B11%2B02%2BCharlie%2Bbring%2Bthe%2Bbowl.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 238px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much catches me up...I think :O)&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from the holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1178589729942729755?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1178589729942729755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1178589729942729755&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1178589729942729755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1178589729942729755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/11/still-catching-up.html' title='Still catching up...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS4NjhhNEqI/TrK6WoPKPsI/AAAAAAAABss/i-vFX_mEqRM/s72-c/2011%2B11%2B02%2BScrappy%2Bsharing%2Bher%2Bchair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-5832003975462864886</id><published>2011-10-28T11:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:08:20.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad, bad, bad blogger.....</title><content type='html'>First, let me apologize for not posting in forever.  Next, would you like to hear my reasons/excuses?  I've been busier than usual, got a stupid sinus infection-cold, and then needed to get ready for company/entertain company when they arrived!  Okay, that's all I've got...forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been good to have some of JP's family here.  My mom-in-law came from Puerto Rico and my brother-in-law from San Antonio; we had his 50th birthday party and now he has caught the cold I had.  I am so sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a temporary addition to the pack (brother-in-law's doggie.)  His name is Cacique (Ca-see-ka) and he's a Brussels Griffon.  We are getting along like peas and carrots.  I wonder if I can sneak him out of his car before he leaves..hmmmm.  He and Charlie are quite a pair.  They are opposite in size but alike in their cute personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOvF1kVEZTI/Tqrgl7qmLWI/AAAAAAAABsU/ENUgzb-w4ho/s1600/2011%2B10%2B25%2B019charlie%2Band%2Bcasique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOvF1kVEZTI/Tqrgl7qmLWI/AAAAAAAABsU/ENUgzb-w4ho/s320/2011%2B10%2B25%2B019charlie%2Band%2Bcasique.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668590023275326818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fall here in the holler and the trees are turning vibrant shades.  I love to see God's wonderful creation as it changes in all the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cagfvzf01_0/Tqrg33WopKI/AAAAAAAABsg/J5oRtsv8nxY/s1600/2011%2B10%2B25%2BFall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cagfvzf01_0/Tqrg33WopKI/AAAAAAAABsg/J5oRtsv8nxY/s320/2011%2B10%2B25%2BFall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668590331355505826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, I'm off to visit your blogs and catch up on all I've missed while I was on my sabbatical.  Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-5832003975462864886?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5832003975462864886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=5832003975462864886&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5832003975462864886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5832003975462864886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/10/bad-bad-bad-blogger.html' title='Bad, bad, bad blogger.....'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOvF1kVEZTI/Tqrgl7qmLWI/AAAAAAAABsU/ENUgzb-w4ho/s72-c/2011%2B10%2B25%2B019charlie%2Band%2Bcasique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1174647277242144288</id><published>2011-09-26T15:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:48:51.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What takes the edge off turning 50?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDCnNQSHeE8/ToDjIeFdKgI/AAAAAAAABsE/cXpUj7vQzgo/s1600/2011%2B09%2B23%2B009%2B-%2Bfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDCnNQSHeE8/ToDjIeFdKgI/AAAAAAAABsE/cXpUj7vQzgo/s320/2011%2B09%2B23%2B009%2B-%2Bfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656770866631748098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there really never was an edge.  I don't mind turning another year older.  I am another year blessed! But,it's been fun - we had a family birthday party yesterday and here I am enjoying being the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbmDWyzK3ZE/ToDinIBl8TI/AAAAAAAABr8/tueExzqSpto/s1600/2011%2B09%2B23%2B004%2B-%2Bmy%2Bblissful%2Bbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbmDWyzK3ZE/ToDinIBl8TI/AAAAAAAABr8/tueExzqSpto/s320/2011%2B09%2B23%2B004%2B-%2Bmy%2Bblissful%2Bbday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656770293774283058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today, I took four of the dogs for a walk and checked the mailbox and there was a box in there with my name on it!  Deborah from &lt;a href = "http://www.whatmattersmostiskindness.com/" target = "_blank"&gt;What Matters Most is Kindness&lt;/a&gt; sent me two bottles of lotion and a new ink pen.  Thank you Deborah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TREOmQxtYac/ToDkP6ZdeLI/AAAAAAAABsM/MtUSwO1w-rE/s1600/2011%2B09%2B26%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TREOmQxtYac/ToDkP6ZdeLI/AAAAAAAABsM/MtUSwO1w-rE/s320/2011%2B09%2B26%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656772094002559154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP sent me shopping and I scored some really cool boots and two new dresses.  So, now I've milked this birthday for all it's worth and can sigh and say I am so blessed.  I have a wonderful husband, a family who loves me, good friends and most importantly I have Jesus Christ blessing me daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all from the holler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1174647277242144288?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1174647277242144288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1174647277242144288&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1174647277242144288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1174647277242144288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-takes-edge-off-turning-50.html' title='What takes the edge off turning 50?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDCnNQSHeE8/ToDjIeFdKgI/AAAAAAAABsE/cXpUj7vQzgo/s72-c/2011%2B09%2B23%2B009%2B-%2Bfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2348189796529774451</id><published>2011-09-23T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:26:22.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We haven't left the holler...</title><content type='html'>We've just been so busy I haven't had time to create a post here.  I've enjoyed visiting your blogs and keeping up with you all though.  But, this morning I found the time to take a picture or two.  Warning, the next paragraph contains gross dog stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gNHxtwZIyGQ/Tnyk3uNrLmI/AAAAAAAABrs/5ZoMvGGyisU/s1600/2011%2B09%2B23%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655576509275647586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gNHxtwZIyGQ/Tnyk3uNrLmI/AAAAAAAABrs/5ZoMvGGyisU/s320/2011%2B09%2B23%2B002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 223px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrappy, was obsessed with the fence line.  She didn't even want to come in for breakfast!  When I yell out the back door, "Are you hungry?"  That usually starts a stampede of doggies inside.  So, I knew this was an intense obsession and went out to break it up.  Finally she came trotting down the hill looking like the cat that ate the canary.  She was the Scrappy that ate the mouse!  I saw it's tail hanging out of her mouth, then crunch, crunch, gulp....it's gone.  YUK! EEEWWWWWWW!!!  No puppy kisses from her!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKmzcF3out8/TnylCC2VeLI/AAAAAAAABr0/T8GLZkoOu0E/s1600/2011%2B09%2B23%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655576686613592242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKmzcF3out8/TnylCC2VeLI/AAAAAAAABr0/T8GLZkoOu0E/s320/2011%2B09%2B23%2B003.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 222px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Daisy has claimed her own stick for the ongoing stick game. Now she likes to throw it down in front of Charlie to see if she can entice him into playing with her stick.  I'm so glad I could end this post on a lighter note.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend and blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2348189796529774451?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2348189796529774451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2348189796529774451&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2348189796529774451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2348189796529774451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-havent-left-holler.html' title='We haven&apos;t left the holler...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gNHxtwZIyGQ/Tnyk3uNrLmI/AAAAAAAABrs/5ZoMvGGyisU/s72-c/2011%2B09%2B23%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4208508045244669907</id><published>2011-09-07T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T15:36:10.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday? No Way!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSROOKz4v3U/TmfUHz_IKmI/AAAAAAAABrc/93gGIz9uKNc/s1600/2011%2B09%2B07%2Bbrussel%2Bsprouts%2Bgarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSROOKz4v3U/TmfUHz_IKmI/AAAAAAAABrc/93gGIz9uKNc/s320/2011%2B09%2B07%2Bbrussel%2Bsprouts%2Bgarden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649717488238733922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today was the perfect day for working outside.  I have been needing to go out and pull up the garden that was pretty much a bust.  I pulled up the tomato plants and weeded around some and realized that there is hope for the brussel sprouts (JP has been saying this all along.)  So, encouraged in that fact, I kept clearing what I could.  It just looks so much better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TUkELQCSnQ/TmfUgvaKvEI/AAAAAAAABrk/5e1U744T7qA/s1600/2011%2B09%2B07%2Bbrussel%2Bsprouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TUkELQCSnQ/TmfUgvaKvEI/AAAAAAAABrk/5e1U744T7qA/s320/2011%2B09%2B07%2Bbrussel%2Bsprouts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649717916506700866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marigolds are blooming and remind me that fall is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWHg3C9cHVE/TmfT4ejk6mI/AAAAAAAABrU/Xx29ls5Q2gE/s1600/2011%2B09%2B07%2Bmarigolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWHg3C9cHVE/TmfT4ejk6mI/AAAAAAAABrU/Xx29ls5Q2gE/s320/2011%2B09%2B07%2Bmarigolds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649717224787995234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept clearing around the sprout plants and was glad that I'd put newspaper and paper bags around them to keep the weeds down.  I noticed one clump that looked like it was rotting so I pulled it back and.....squint to refocus,,,,gulp,,,gasp!!! SHUT THE FRONT DOOR (my newest exclamation from an oreo commercial) there are little baby bunnies laying in that hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tL2iOvPasiE/TmfTm3vFhPI/AAAAAAAABrM/50oIAWhQ0hc/s1600/2011%2B09%2B07%2Bgarden%2Bbunnies%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tL2iOvPasiE/TmfTm3vFhPI/AAAAAAAABrM/50oIAWhQ0hc/s320/2011%2B09%2B07%2Bgarden%2Bbunnies%2B007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649716922309510386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I quickly replace the stuff on top of them horrified that I just mowed right beside them.  To make amends I went and got an old bale of straw from the dog yard and covered them up. awwwwwwwwww   I hope that they are okay and the momma bunny doesn't mind that I disturbed her,,hole?...nest?  Whatever the term I hope their heart beats are getting back to normal...mine finally is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4208508045244669907?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4208508045244669907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4208508045244669907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4208508045244669907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4208508045244669907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordless-wednesday-no-way.html' title='Wordless Wednesday? No Way!....'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSROOKz4v3U/TmfUHz_IKmI/AAAAAAAABrc/93gGIz9uKNc/s72-c/2011%2B09%2B07%2Bbrussel%2Bsprouts%2Bgarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1745923655248780320</id><published>2011-09-06T10:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:02:33.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy day exercise...</title><content type='html'>It started raining Sunday evening.  We are so thankful for it because everything was so dry.  Also, the rain has brought cooler temperatures which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The downside is that the dogs are inside all day and have no way to rid themselves of their energy...well, no way that we allow!&amp;nbsp;  So this morning we had treadmill time.  They love it, and I love it because they come away tired and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treadmill gives them physical exercise, but the most important thing is the mental challenge.  I am a big fan of Caesar Milan, his dogs respect him but they don't fear him.&amp;nbsp;  Dogs need exercise to be happy, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have three treadmill junkies: Charlie, Scrappy and Speedbump.  They jump on it and look at me like,,,turn it on,,,let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gO-YFZoFzEs/TmY8u0MsraI/AAAAAAAABq0/Kl47r93w5Ic/s1600/2011%2B09%2B06%2Btreadmill%2BCharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649269557566418338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gO-YFZoFzEs/TmY8u0MsraI/AAAAAAAABq0/Kl47r93w5Ic/s320/2011%2B09%2B06%2Btreadmill%2BCharlie.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 255px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7t1mr1H5IvE/TmY84e1CucI/AAAAAAAABq8/ajpflMMaSaI/s1600/2011%2B09%2B06%2Btreadmill%2BScrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649269723628747202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7t1mr1H5IvE/TmY84e1CucI/AAAAAAAABq8/ajpflMMaSaI/s320/2011%2B09%2B06%2Btreadmill%2BScrappy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 258px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p8xoruPcHcU/TmY8jCMhzpI/AAAAAAAABqs/BlS67RTVhLQ/s1600/2011%2B09%2B06%2Btreadmill%2Bbump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649269355165372050" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p8xoruPcHcU/TmY8jCMhzpI/AAAAAAAABqs/BlS67RTVhLQ/s320/2011%2B09%2B06%2Btreadmill%2Bbump.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 249px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet likes the treadmill but she's been spoiled and wants me to walk with her.  Oh well, I need the exercise too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5bLBSxIkxk/TmY9DeSK9OI/AAAAAAAABrE/qBEO_O6iFSY/s1600/2011%2B09%2B06%2Btreadmill%2BViolet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649269912461047010" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5bLBSxIkxk/TmY9DeSK9OI/AAAAAAAABrE/qBEO_O6iFSY/s320/2011%2B09%2B06%2Btreadmill%2BViolet.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working with Corrie.  They have to be comfortable jumping on the treadmill and she's just not ready, she doesn't like anything where all of the attention is on her.  She'll get there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Daisy, our eldest dog, has hip trouble, so I don't let her do this exercise.  She is calm enough and she gets her mental exercise constantly because she is focused on home security, and she gets her physical exercise when she and Charlie play stick, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to clean the house and maybe work on a quilt I have going.  Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1745923655248780320?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1745923655248780320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1745923655248780320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1745923655248780320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1745923655248780320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/09/rainy-day-exercise.html' title='Rainy day exercise...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gO-YFZoFzEs/TmY8u0MsraI/AAAAAAAABq0/Kl47r93w5Ic/s72-c/2011%2B09%2B06%2Btreadmill%2BCharlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2979020500132296222</id><published>2011-09-02T20:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:38:29.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little nursery in the holler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0sACDGwTzg/TmGEuNJM20I/AAAAAAAABqU/66fc_WAlQH0/s1600/2011%2B09%2B02%2Bbaby%2Bdeer%2Bresized%2B03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0sACDGwTzg/TmGEuNJM20I/AAAAAAAABqU/66fc_WAlQH0/s320/2011%2B09%2B02%2Bbaby%2Bdeer%2Bresized%2B03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647941337036413762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Fahbxc4v4/TmGEluZpEfI/AAAAAAAABqM/grjNtCJP8o4/s1600/2011%2B09%2B02%2Bbaby%2Bdeer%2Bresized%2B02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Fahbxc4v4/TmGEluZpEfI/AAAAAAAABqM/grjNtCJP8o4/s320/2011%2B09%2B02%2Bbaby%2Bdeer%2Bresized%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647941191344919026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to post these pictures of our new guests we've had in the holler the last few days.  One day this week I told JP that there was a momma deer with twins and I saw them grazing up the hill in the area behind the dog yard.  For the last couple of days we've noticed just the babies were hanging out in the front yard with the turkey clan.  I hadn't seen the momma and thought either they might be orphaned or just maybe she was doing like I've seen cattle do with their little ones, park them in the shade during the heat of the day while she grazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSRWAKmgfIg/TmGEaBkFfTI/AAAAAAAABqE/lApUOHOsKpk/s1600/2011%2B09%2B02%2Bbaby%2Bdeer%2Bresized%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSRWAKmgfIg/TmGEaBkFfTI/AAAAAAAABqE/lApUOHOsKpk/s320/2011%2B09%2B02%2Bbaby%2Bdeer%2Bresized%2B01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647940990330567986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were in our front yard all day today and they kept moving closer to the house.  At first they were down by the creek, then they moved to the shade of one of the trees lining our driveway.  Well, happy ending, the mom came and picked them up and we watched them go off into the field.  I guess we've been given the honor of watching the babies while she goes off on her errands for the day.  It's a tough life in the holler--blessings to you all... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2979020500132296222?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2979020500132296222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2979020500132296222&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2979020500132296222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2979020500132296222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-little-nursery-in-holler.html' title='Our little nursery in the holler...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0sACDGwTzg/TmGEuNJM20I/AAAAAAAABqU/66fc_WAlQH0/s72-c/2011%2B09%2B02%2Bbaby%2Bdeer%2Bresized%2B03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-6727915094093572117</id><published>2011-08-29T11:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:07:32.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peas and Elderberry Jelly...</title><content type='html'>Wow, this year hasn't been a productive year as far as our garden goes but we put up a few things anyway.  Fortunately, neighbors sharing and the farmer's market made up for what we lacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day as far as "putting up" for this year.  I blanched some purple hull peas and set them out to cool and dry before bagging them up for the freezer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEi0SkdFbao/TlvTB-O4WQI/AAAAAAAABos/f5-se1BN4PE/s1600/2011%2B08%2B29%2Bpeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEi0SkdFbao/TlvTB-O4WQI/AAAAAAAABos/f5-se1BN4PE/s320/2011%2B08%2B29%2Bpeas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646338588677789954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next, I got the elderberries we'd gathered along the roadside out of the freezer to make into jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLOJOsx-NII/TlvTN1HH3EI/AAAAAAAABo0/9CyVVLJfPxY/s1600/2011%2B08%2B29%2Beldderberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLOJOsx-NII/TlvTN1HH3EI/AAAAAAAABo0/9CyVVLJfPxY/s320/2011%2B08%2B29%2Beldderberries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646338792387763266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's the recipe that I use from &lt;a href = "http://tennzen.blogspot.com/search?q=elderberry+jelly" target = "_blank"&gt;TennZen's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the berries in a stockpot, covered them with water (just enough to cover the berries), and simmered for 15 minutes. Then I strained the juice into a bowl by pouring through a colander lined with a damp flour sack towel. I don't have a true muslin jelly bag and I find that cheesecloth is too porous and flimsy. Flour sack towels work quite well and they can be easily tied up and hung for the juice to drip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with about 3 1/2 cups of juice - just perfect for my jelly recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elderberry Jelly&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 c. elderberry juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. powdered pectin&lt;br /&gt;5 1/2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir elderberry juice, lemon juice and pectin together. Bring to a full rolling boil. Add sugar and return to full rolling boil. Boil exactly 1 minute. Remove from heat, skim off foam and pour hot jelly into hot, sterilized half-pint jars. Place hot caps on jars and screw on bands finger-tight. Process in boiling water bath for 5 minutes. Yield: 5-6 half pints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about a cup of juice leftover so I made a pint of elderberry syrup for when we have colds this winter.  It has so much vitamin C it's as good as Tamiflu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DoBDFEQwF4E/TlvTajn4SqI/AAAAAAAABo8/uy3e42bgkKM/s1600/2011%2B08%2B29%2Bjelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DoBDFEQwF4E/TlvTajn4SqI/AAAAAAAABo8/uy3e42bgkKM/s320/2011%2B08%2B29%2Bjelly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646339011031616162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedbump, Corrie and Violet are enjoying the weather that's not so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-truMEu3_peg/TlvUO2Z_ypI/AAAAAAAABpE/wEi4ZO1PErA/s1600/2011%2B08%2B29%2Bjbump%2Bcorrie%2Band%2Bviolet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-truMEu3_peg/TlvUO2Z_ypI/AAAAAAAABpE/wEi4ZO1PErA/s320/2011%2B08%2B29%2Bjbump%2Bcorrie%2Band%2Bviolet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646339909426858642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, the stick game rages on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sioAdt-CC_c/TlvUYSUmLhI/AAAAAAAABpM/C8Zsd6FlC94/s1600/2011%2B08%2B29%2B%2Bstick%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sioAdt-CC_c/TlvUYSUmLhI/AAAAAAAABpM/C8Zsd6FlC94/s320/2011%2B08%2B29%2B%2Bstick%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646340071539224082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all I have left for today is laundry and cooking supper!  Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-6727915094093572117?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6727915094093572117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=6727915094093572117&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6727915094093572117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6727915094093572117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/08/peas-and-elderberry-jelly.html' title='Peas and Elderberry Jelly...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEi0SkdFbao/TlvTB-O4WQI/AAAAAAAABos/f5-se1BN4PE/s72-c/2011%2B08%2B29%2Bpeas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-5945911807129869102</id><published>2011-08-19T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:59:15.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never be a Christmas card...</title><content type='html'>I stood out in the back yard with the pack and a treat bag under my arm to try and get one of those perfect Kodak moments.  The best picture I got was this one.  Of course, Scrappy is running after something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S75DKIXTSVU/Tk7NMQ0-svI/AAAAAAAABoU/4xC3s8zsdag/s1600/2011%2B08%2B19%2Bpack%2Bshot%2Bresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S75DKIXTSVU/Tk7NMQ0-svI/AAAAAAAABoU/4xC3s8zsdag/s320/2011%2B08%2B19%2Bpack%2Bshot%2Bresized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642672993701114610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, the outing consisted of me sweating lots in this humidity and the dogs running around totally oblivious.  There was lots of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXyPU6JiN6U/Tk7NgPJ7-LI/AAAAAAAABoc/_EvYRmcGZm8/s1600/2011%2B08%2B19%2Bpack%2Bshot%2B04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXyPU6JiN6U/Tk7NgPJ7-LI/AAAAAAAABoc/_EvYRmcGZm8/s320/2011%2B08%2B19%2Bpack%2Bshot%2B04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642673336849529010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots of this, one of them is definitely watching Charlie carry his stick around...shesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a51dXkim0Qc/Tk7NsuRkbiI/AAAAAAAABok/AWlOv_a1J-A/s1600/2011%2B08%2B19%2Bpack%2Bshot%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a51dXkim0Qc/Tk7NsuRkbiI/AAAAAAAABok/AWlOv_a1J-A/s320/2011%2B08%2B19%2Bpack%2Bshot%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642673551361469986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I tried.  Let's face it, without photoshop we'll never have a doggie Christmas card.  Lesson learned, no big dealio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-5945911807129869102?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5945911807129869102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=5945911807129869102&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5945911807129869102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5945911807129869102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/08/never-be-christmas-card.html' title='Never be a Christmas card...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S75DKIXTSVU/Tk7NMQ0-svI/AAAAAAAABoU/4xC3s8zsdag/s72-c/2011%2B08%2B19%2Bpack%2Bshot%2Bresized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3951681726012133937</id><published>2011-08-10T14:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:58:25.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Shepherds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rhActWbadY/TkLjpGuwbnI/AAAAAAAABns/DU_QE7FBwBI/s1600/2011%2B08%2B10%2Bsunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rhActWbadY/TkLjpGuwbnI/AAAAAAAABns/DU_QE7FBwBI/s320/2011%2B08%2B10%2Bsunflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639319978742148722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Basically I avoid the out of doors in the heat of the day.  The air is so hot and thick it makes breathing hard.  I really don't know how athletes train/play in this weather.  Maybe that's why they're skinny and I am not.  Today, though, Daisy and Charlie gave me the "please mom" look when I came in from filling the hummingbird feeder so I grabbed the camera and braved the heat for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2S8t70S_lw/TkLkJbeOggI/AAAAAAAABn8/kF76xOJFY10/s1600/2011%2B08%2B10%2BCharlie%2Band%2BDaisy%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2S8t70S_lw/TkLkJbeOggI/AAAAAAAABn8/kF76xOJFY10/s320/2011%2B08%2B10%2BCharlie%2Band%2BDaisy%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639320534065775106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We went to the garden to see what was still out there.  I have officially given our garden over to the critters.  A few weeks ago all of our ripe tomatoes were picked and eaten by birds of every size.  Then, the bunnies moved into the zucchini patch so I let them have it.  All I want is the few cherry tomatoes we get for eating salads and fresh pasta and today I snagged a couple of slicing tomatoes.  The marigolds are thriving :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cS47teXgSgg/TkLj4Mi2KFI/AAAAAAAABn0/mM8zpeafJWE/s1600/2011%2B08%2B10%2Bmarigolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cS47teXgSgg/TkLj4Mi2KFI/AAAAAAAABn0/mM8zpeafJWE/s320/2011%2B08%2B10%2Bmarigolds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639320238000842834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Daisy and Charlie like to go and salvage any berries or tomatoes they find on the ground.  Today, they were ready to go back in soon and they were on the front porch before I could get up the stairs.  So, I played the mean momma and made them sit while I took one more picture.  I love those two faces to pieces.  Now, you all know that I love the other four as well but the Shepherds are king/queen of the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzRQa4HwsN0/TkLkXSodWOI/AAAAAAAABoE/slefJ7heMLA/s1600/2011%2B08%2B10%2BCharlie%2Band%2BDaisy%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzRQa4HwsN0/TkLkXSodWOI/AAAAAAAABoE/slefJ7heMLA/s320/2011%2B08%2B10%2BCharlie%2Band%2BDaisy%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639320772210940130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0LISTnNtVE/TkLkmCE0YGI/AAAAAAAABoM/vUkUPRsgh5c/s1600/2011%2B08%2B10%2BCharlie%2Band%2BDaisy%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0LISTnNtVE/TkLkmCE0YGI/AAAAAAAABoM/vUkUPRsgh5c/s320/2011%2B08%2B10%2BCharlie%2Band%2BDaisy%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639321025464524898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all from the hot holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3951681726012133937?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3951681726012133937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3951681726012133937&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3951681726012133937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3951681726012133937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/08/out-with-shepherds.html' title='Out with the Shepherds...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rhActWbadY/TkLjpGuwbnI/AAAAAAAABns/DU_QE7FBwBI/s72-c/2011%2B08%2B10%2Bsunflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-5715201745962542402</id><published>2011-08-09T14:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:38:01.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently from the kitchen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYKtM32Ygjc/TkGG0_aX64I/AAAAAAAABnc/Zh2Nd8QMiVg/s1600/2011%2B08%2B01%2Bbbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638936453377944450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYKtM32Ygjc/TkGG0_aX64I/AAAAAAAABnc/Zh2Nd8QMiVg/s320/2011%2B08%2B01%2Bbbq.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 216px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we've really been turning out some good eats.  Well, we think they are at least.  On months with five Sundays, we have lunch at our church on the fifth one.  Our smoked, pulled pork and barbecue sauce have become favorites there.  My Mom and Dad are always ready to help, so we make a family day of pulling the pork.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6d1DgCd4PA/TkGGqoZ47_I/AAAAAAAABnU/oDtOlDI3-q8/s1600/2011%2B07%2B28%2Bbbq%2Bsauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638936275403206642" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6d1DgCd4PA/TkGGqoZ47_I/AAAAAAAABnU/oDtOlDI3-q8/s320/2011%2B07%2B28%2Bbbq%2Bsauce.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 216px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, JP made some Mexican Chorizo which is dynomite!&amp;nbsp; We make it into patties (as shown here) or scrambled with eggs to make a breakfast burrito. Also pictured here is our first attempt at making some bacon, which we cured and then smoked with apple wood.&amp;nbsp; It is also delicious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9QFpKHnEXo/TkGHRkwmJ1I/AAAAAAAABnk/ev6aMZdWtmE/s1600/2011%2B08%2B06%2Bhomemade%2Bbacon%2Band%2Bchorize%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638936944439600978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9QFpKHnEXo/TkGHRkwmJ1I/AAAAAAAABnk/ev6aMZdWtmE/s320/2011%2B08%2B06%2Bhomemade%2Bbacon%2Band%2Bchorize%2B002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm through bragging. We are truly thankful for all we have and I just wanted to share these yummies with you.  As always, blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-5715201745962542402?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5715201745962542402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=5715201745962542402&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5715201745962542402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5715201745962542402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/08/recently-from-kitchen.html' title='Recently from the kitchen...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYKtM32Ygjc/TkGG0_aX64I/AAAAAAAABnc/Zh2Nd8QMiVg/s72-c/2011%2B08%2B01%2Bbbq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7855360986590233458</id><published>2011-08-02T19:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:01:11.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Chocolate Cake Recipe you'll ever need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu79Rq3VEsg/TjlSmoVN8JI/AAAAAAAABmw/QiyRwqqymm4/s1600/2011%2B08%2B02%2B%2Bbirthday%2Bcake%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu79Rq3VEsg/TjlSmoVN8JI/AAAAAAAABmw/QiyRwqqymm4/s320/2011%2B08%2B02%2B%2Bbirthday%2Bcake%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636627232245805202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our grandson is turning 15 this week and I got to make his birthday cake.  He is such a good kid  and of course, I adore him.  Anyway, I looked in the pantry and found no cake mix.  Ugh,,,so I poked around on the world wide web and found this chocolate cake recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://www.food.com/recipe/the-only-chocolate-cake-recipe-youll-ever-need-devils-food-26370" target = "_blank"&gt;The Only Chocolate Cake Recipe You'll Ever Need!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  I checked the reviews and decided to go for it.  After all, it had been  a long time since I'd made a cake from scratch.  It was a moist and  delicious cake.  I could have just dusted it with powdered sugar and it  would have been enough.  I did frost the cake with a chocolate-peanut  butter icing recipe I found since the birthday boy loves Reese's cups.  I made mine in a bundt pan but you can use this recipe for a sheet cake or layer pans. If you make this cake, have no fear at the thinness of the batter it's supposed to be that way and is probably why it was so moist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've noticed the candles.  My mom has a few numbers and if we don't have what we need we are totally fine with home-made numbers.  Maybe that should be one of the "you might be a red-neck" jokes.  If your birthday cake has numbers drawn on paper and taped to a candle....your whole family just might be red-necks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from the holler yall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7855360986590233458?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7855360986590233458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7855360986590233458&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7855360986590233458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7855360986590233458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/08/only-chocolate-cake-recipe-youll-ever.html' title='The Only Chocolate Cake Recipe you&apos;ll ever need...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu79Rq3VEsg/TjlSmoVN8JI/AAAAAAAABmw/QiyRwqqymm4/s72-c/2011%2B08%2B02%2B%2Bbirthday%2Bcake%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3367790759734516811</id><published>2011-08-01T12:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:14:36.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've probably said this before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84STWUGZyEU/TjbdyD5LR9I/AAAAAAAABmo/h48C8JRLERY/s1600/2011%2B08%2B01%2Bgreen%2Bshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84STWUGZyEU/TjbdyD5LR9I/AAAAAAAABmo/h48C8JRLERY/s320/2011%2B08%2B01%2Bgreen%2Bshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635935835809073106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that I've probably said this before BUT,,,I think it's so funny when, after mowing the yard, the dogs come in and look like they have on green shoes.  I know, I'm easily amused.  I come from a long line of people who love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DsIXN4KQg0E/TjbdseEscNI/AAAAAAAABmg/-AbBfjsxfMo/s1600/2011%2B08%2B01%2Bgreen%2Bshoes%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DsIXN4KQg0E/TjbdseEscNI/AAAAAAAABmg/-AbBfjsxfMo/s320/2011%2B08%2B01%2Bgreen%2Bshoes%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635935739757490386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3367790759734516811?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3367790759734516811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3367790759734516811&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3367790759734516811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3367790759734516811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-probably-said-this-before.html' title='I&apos;ve probably said this before...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84STWUGZyEU/TjbdyD5LR9I/AAAAAAAABmo/h48C8JRLERY/s72-c/2011%2B08%2B01%2Bgreen%2Bshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4179990259931855767</id><published>2011-07-29T04:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:11:00.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what found a new home?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Xw3tgzpYU/TjKDc3R4hGI/AAAAAAAABmI/aWHtgX8I1Cc/s1600/2011%2B07%2B28%2Bdemon%2Bscrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Xw3tgzpYU/TjKDc3R4hGI/AAAAAAAABmI/aWHtgX8I1Cc/s320/2011%2B07%2B28%2Bdemon%2Bscrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634710615692444770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For all of our family that reads the blog.....Psych!!!   It's not a new dog.  Stop worrying, six is enough.  There is nothing new here in the holler---hot summer, garden limping along, and dogs doing their doggie thing.  I think the picture above is so funny of Scrappy and her "demon eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-di4R_IvVhx4/TjKDWQfwK2I/AAAAAAAABmA/4KpGtz1X0dM/s1600/2011%2B07%2B28%2Bsam%2Bole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-di4R_IvVhx4/TjKDWQfwK2I/AAAAAAAABmA/4KpGtz1X0dM/s320/2011%2B07%2B28%2Bsam%2Bole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634710502202420066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, yesterday I went to donate some clothes and found myself looking at the glassware.  I don't know how it happened that I began shopping, I think I was transported to my favorite section!  I found these two pitcher vases that I fell in love with.  I don't need them, but, they're so pretty and it was a shame to leave them on that shelf.  Nobody would appreciate them like I do, right?  So, $4 later I'm walking out with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjf01eUpCec/TjKDjxUcadI/AAAAAAAABmQ/nwv3UzvRtJw/s1600/2011%2B07%2B28%2Bpickin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjf01eUpCec/TjKDjxUcadI/AAAAAAAABmQ/nwv3UzvRtJw/s320/2011%2B07%2B28%2Bpickin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634710734351657426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They'll look great spring flowers in them and until then they can sit on  my kitchen windowsill.  I rotate my pretty stuff that stays in the  china cabinet to window where I stand in the kitchen so I can enjoy  them.  Life is too short to leave things put away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great weekend and blessings to ya from the holler....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4179990259931855767?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4179990259931855767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4179990259931855767&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4179990259931855767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4179990259931855767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/07/guess-what-found-new-home.html' title='Guess what found a new home?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Xw3tgzpYU/TjKDc3R4hGI/AAAAAAAABmI/aWHtgX8I1Cc/s72-c/2011%2B07%2B28%2Bdemon%2Bscrappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2378929509803199260</id><published>2011-07-21T10:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:30:46.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be our guest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sV13kS9E50w/TihSZKjvigI/AAAAAAAABlw/SnEGR8QX_GU/s1600/hummer%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bfeeder%2B01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sV13kS9E50w/TihSZKjvigI/AAAAAAAABlw/SnEGR8QX_GU/s320/hummer%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bfeeder%2B01.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631841926311283202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks ago I decided that I wanted some humming bird pictures.  So I stood at my window waiting.  I must apologize for the quality of these pictures because my windows aren't the cleanest in the county by far.  First I saw this little gal waiting her turn I suppose.  She just sat there waiting her turn unlike her male counterparts who insist on fighting for a spot at the feeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AN274OPr5m8/TihS879KD4I/AAAAAAAABl4/ScE4nTPGJ4Q/s1600/hummingbird%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bporch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AN274OPr5m8/TihS879KD4I/AAAAAAAABl4/ScE4nTPGJ4Q/s320/hummingbird%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bporch.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631842540866637698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, to my surprise and delight, this little bird flew up, sat down and rested a while.  I couldn't believe it!  I don't know what it is about our front porch that makes birds so comfortable that they think they can lay down and take a nap but I love it.  The year before last a blue bird did the same thing.   JP suggested then, that I should make some tiny pillows and velcro them to the railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poy4H4PlTdY/TihQ1wiBWSI/AAAAAAAABlY/ORemJplcAGQ/s1600/bird%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bporch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-poy4H4PlTdY/TihQ1wiBWSI/AAAAAAAABlY/ORemJplcAGQ/s320/bird%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bporch.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631840218517690658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DEYLruO5dTc/TihQcSKvvPI/AAAAAAAABlQ/YvY6bti2dhw/s1600/bird%2Blaying%2Bdown.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DEYLruO5dTc/TihQcSKvvPI/AAAAAAAABlQ/YvY6bti2dhw/s320/bird%2Blaying%2Bdown.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631839780870274290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do birds yawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_m2Frv53XTM/TihRmOwqMCI/AAAAAAAABlo/DS78LXkCXd0/s1600/bird%2Byawn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_m2Frv53XTM/TihRmOwqMCI/AAAAAAAABlo/DS78LXkCXd0/s320/bird%2Byawn.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631841051265871906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg19PBLSKEU/TihRPP3Z9DI/AAAAAAAABlg/qNBzpCvnf8c/s1600/bird%2Bup.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg19PBLSKEU/TihRPP3Z9DI/AAAAAAAABlg/qNBzpCvnf8c/s320/bird%2Bup.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631840656425612338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, it was a great treat to get to see so much of God's creation up close.  I believe that He knows exactly what delights His children and sends us these blessings to brighten our day and keep in our heart forever.  Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2378929509803199260?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2378929509803199260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2378929509803199260&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2378929509803199260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2378929509803199260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-our-guest.html' title='Be our guest...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sV13kS9E50w/TihSZKjvigI/AAAAAAAABlw/SnEGR8QX_GU/s72-c/hummer%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bfeeder%2B01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-6523707293886933138</id><published>2011-07-18T11:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:37:39.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?...</title><content type='html'>I've been having fun with our granddaughter!!!  We had her with us last week and it was a blast.  We packed as much fun in every day as we could.  She is a fun kid and she was ready for whatever was on tap for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we made &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/shells-with-crispy-pancetta-and-spinach-recipe/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stuffed Pasta Shells&lt;/a&gt;.  They were so good.  We didn't have pancetta so we substituted bacon and it worked fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRrpGacquPk/TiR6j6F57xI/AAAAAAAABkY/isQJFPvsY_0/s1600/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bpasta%2Bstuffing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRrpGacquPk/TiR6j6F57xI/AAAAAAAABkY/isQJFPvsY_0/s320/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bpasta%2Bstuffing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630760191427997458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkxv4psKPU8/TiR6quURiqI/AAAAAAAABkg/puYZrdB06ks/s1600/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bpasta%2Bdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkxv4psKPU8/TiR6quURiqI/AAAAAAAABkg/puYZrdB06ks/s320/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bpasta%2Bdinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630760308526123682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we made chocolate cupcakes with white filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXwZocjcOVM/TiR7ZvacEFI/AAAAAAAABko/3ejsYoBDNrQ/s1600/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bcupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXwZocjcOVM/TiR7ZvacEFI/AAAAAAAABko/3ejsYoBDNrQ/s320/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bcupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630761116274266194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday, was great because she got to have her first riding lesson.  She did very well.  Oh, before we went to the stables we made a stop at the local Sweet Shoppe for jelly beans and an ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLnFpIVnax8/TiR76jarLbI/AAAAAAAABkw/vTiNzPojmkA/s1600/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bhorse%2Blesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLnFpIVnax8/TiR76jarLbI/AAAAAAAABkw/vTiNzPojmkA/s320/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bhorse%2Blesson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630761679989714354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday was her last day and we made her a message board for her room.  She learned to sew and iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psNiKv6oxac/TiR8fA0zDvI/AAAAAAAABk4/cA4FQM5A_LE/s1600/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bmessage%2Bboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psNiKv6oxac/TiR8fA0zDvI/AAAAAAAABk4/cA4FQM5A_LE/s320/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bmessage%2Bboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630762306359201522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time last week and now it's back to business.  I hope that you are having a wonderful summer.  Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-6523707293886933138?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6523707293886933138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=6523707293886933138&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6523707293886933138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6523707293886933138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRrpGacquPk/TiR6j6F57xI/AAAAAAAABkY/isQJFPvsY_0/s72-c/2011%2B07%2B14%2Bkelsey%2527s%2Bvisit%2Bpasta%2Bstuffing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4119662724167135393</id><published>2011-07-08T09:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:24:28.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday catch-up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fsmtR-VbaA8/ThcS-NewKtI/AAAAAAAABj4/TVCdKnzGBPA/s1600/2011%2B07%2B04%2B013%2Bdinner%2527s%2Bready.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626987119402560210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fsmtR-VbaA8/ThcS-NewKtI/AAAAAAAABj4/TVCdKnzGBPA/s320/2011%2B07%2B04%2B013%2Bdinner%2527s%2Bready.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 217px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've just got a few things that I've been meaning to show you.  Last weekend JP made the BEST beef short ribs I've ever had.  He marinated them in grated ginger, garlic, soy sauce and Worcestershire sauce for about and hour, then grilled them.  They were sooooooo delicious.  We had them with a dish called Mofongo.  It's made with fried green plantains, lots of garlic, pork cracklins and a little chicken broth.  It's just all smushed together in a mortar and pestle, and I love it.  It's a Puerto Rican dish that I fell in love with the first time we went to PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFwi5r8Znpc/ThcSzuXvU7I/AAAAAAAABjw/iOQd3Xm19NM/s1600/2011%2B07%2B04%2B012%2Bbeef%2Bribs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626986939252954034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFwi5r8Znpc/ThcSzuXvU7I/AAAAAAAABjw/iOQd3Xm19NM/s320/2011%2B07%2B04%2B012%2Bbeef%2Bribs.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on peaches.  I made my standard peach jam(below.)  This year I tried a recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.freshpreserving.com/recipe.aspx?r=37" target="_blank"&gt;Ball Preserving for honey spiced peaches&lt;/a&gt; (I made the half recipe.)  I'll let you know how they turned out this winter when I'm stirring some into my oatmeal but it looks like it will become a staple.  How can it miss?  Honey, cinnamon sticks, and peaches all swimming around together has to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smnvZ9jJP-Y/ThcUy6qY5DI/AAAAAAAABkA/jokMUVFZnU8/s1600/2011%2B07%2B04%2B016%2Bpeach%2Bjam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626989124395787314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smnvZ9jJP-Y/ThcUy6qY5DI/AAAAAAAABkA/jokMUVFZnU8/s320/2011%2B07%2B04%2B016%2Bpeach%2Bjam.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 202px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, other than those things it's just summer stuff as usual in the holler.  We're going to have our first zucchini this weekend and waiting on the tomatoes to ripen.  Everyone in the pack is doing well and we are blessed by God far more than we deserve.  Have a great weekend, blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4119662724167135393?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4119662724167135393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4119662724167135393&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4119662724167135393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4119662724167135393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-catch-up.html' title='Friday catch-up...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fsmtR-VbaA8/ThcS-NewKtI/AAAAAAAABj4/TVCdKnzGBPA/s72-c/2011%2B07%2B04%2B013%2Bdinner%2527s%2Bready.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8133675041847263853</id><published>2011-07-06T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:38:30.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole family came to visit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bh9wplscci0/ThSOPGb30BI/AAAAAAAABjg/heQ7AxQF_q4/s1600/2011%2B07%2B04%2B001%2Bturkey%2Bfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bh9wplscci0/ThSOPGb30BI/AAAAAAAABjg/heQ7AxQF_q4/s320/2011%2B07%2B04%2B001%2Bturkey%2Bfamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626278224569290770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so excited to see Mr. Turkey come to visit with the ladies and their babies.  They wouldn't let me get very close and this is as far out as the zoom on my camera would go.  Can you see the babies?  They saw me and decided to move a little further away from the paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grCOhvBkfRI/ThSO3nGd_iI/AAAAAAAABjo/JmfWejG-56A/s1600/2011%2B07%2B04%2B005%2Bturkey%2Bfamily%2Bgoodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grCOhvBkfRI/ThSO3nGd_iI/AAAAAAAABjo/JmfWejG-56A/s320/2011%2B07%2B04%2B005%2Bturkey%2Bfamily%2Bgoodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626278920532655650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings to you and yours from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-8133675041847263853?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8133675041847263853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8133675041847263853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8133675041847263853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8133675041847263853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/07/whole-family-came-to-visit.html' title='The whole family came to visit...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bh9wplscci0/ThSOPGb30BI/AAAAAAAABjg/heQ7AxQF_q4/s72-c/2011%2B07%2B04%2B001%2Bturkey%2Bfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1564787969285535685</id><published>2011-06-29T11:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:40:29.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy days.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHSnOm0Z0Jc/TgtURr4--nI/AAAAAAAABjE/bP9BUG1cxFg/s1600/2011%2B06%2B29%2Bflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHSnOm0Z0Jc/TgtURr4--nI/AAAAAAAABjE/bP9BUG1cxFg/s320/2011%2B06%2B29%2Bflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623681222518438514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had some lazy, rainy days recently.  I couldn't help myself from taking these pictures of Scrappy.  She has napping down to an art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hi6vLVPNvg/TgtTvKdzHOI/AAAAAAAABio/4tHO9t5cBgk/s1600/2011%2B06%2B29%2B003scrapppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hi6vLVPNvg/TgtTvKdzHOI/AAAAAAAABio/4tHO9t5cBgk/s320/2011%2B06%2B29%2B003scrapppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623680629430492386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITDYaY0fBKA/TgtT_p8tRSI/AAAAAAAABi0/watuPERyr8A/s1600/2011%2B06%2B29%2B004scrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITDYaY0fBKA/TgtT_p8tRSI/AAAAAAAABi0/watuPERyr8A/s320/2011%2B06%2B29%2B004scrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623680912759538978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izdobGyil6s/TgtUHq12NmI/AAAAAAAABi8/o1dWYpsQ_u8/s1600/2011%2B06%2B29%2B005scrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izdobGyil6s/TgtUHq12NmI/AAAAAAAABi8/o1dWYpsQ_u8/s320/2011%2B06%2B29%2B005scrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623681050438153826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I picked these peaches.  There are more on the counter waiting on me to peel and get in the freezer so it's time to tie the apron strings and giddy-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksLJEsA2C6U/TgtUcKXtX2I/AAAAAAAABjY/JLtZ4q2-suY/s1600/2011%2B06%2B29%2Bpeaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksLJEsA2C6U/TgtUcKXtX2I/AAAAAAAABjY/JLtZ4q2-suY/s320/2011%2B06%2B29%2Bpeaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623681402499063650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1564787969285535685?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1564787969285535685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1564787969285535685&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1564787969285535685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1564787969285535685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/06/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy days.....'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHSnOm0Z0Jc/TgtURr4--nI/AAAAAAAABjE/bP9BUG1cxFg/s72-c/2011%2B06%2B29%2Bflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7294199103255607913</id><published>2011-06-21T09:13:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:59:02.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside the house...</title><content type='html'>Let me take you on a tour outside our home.  I am trying to get used to our new camera so bear with me on the photos.  While I'm outside the pack stays in their part of the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiKXZ5b5C8g/TgCoPw3T0CI/AAAAAAAABig/70gOBDzkOzg/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Brest%2Bof%2Bpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiKXZ5b5C8g/TgCoPw3T0CI/AAAAAAAABig/70gOBDzkOzg/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Brest%2Bof%2Bpack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620677323726770210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, except for Scrappy, she didn't want to go outside so she's napping on "her chair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbK6CFoD47A/TgCn9rY_24I/AAAAAAAABiI/LAP5g7D11-A/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Blazy%2Bscrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbK6CFoD47A/TgCn9rY_24I/AAAAAAAABiI/LAP5g7D11-A/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Blazy%2Bscrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620677013019810690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've had some rain lately and there's more to come.  I love it because that means I don't have to water the garden.  The peach trees are heavy laden with fruit that will soon be ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9phgIpXVGs0/TgCoKO9ShnI/AAAAAAAABiY/FxUbVsdsJTA/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Borchard%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9phgIpXVGs0/TgCoKO9ShnI/AAAAAAAABiY/FxUbVsdsJTA/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Borchard%2B022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620677228725700210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TE5aWvb0GI/TgCoEDW-J1I/AAAAAAAABiQ/-71VI8kr524/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Borchard%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TE5aWvb0GI/TgCoEDW-J1I/AAAAAAAABiQ/-71VI8kr524/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Borchard%2B018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620677122532976466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the vegetable garden we have zucchini, lots of tomatoes and some brussel sprouts.  Last year we had one zucchini plant and had more than enough but the plants I got came in a four-pack so we'll have loads to share.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbK6CFoD47A/TgCn9rY_24I/AAAAAAAABiI/LAP5g7D11-A/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Blazy%2Bscrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4eg5GJFjksI/TgCn4dYlccI/AAAAAAAABiA/nm40UH1avt0/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bzuchini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4eg5GJFjksI/TgCn4dYlccI/AAAAAAAABiA/nm40UH1avt0/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bzuchini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620676923360637378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tomato plants are just starting to have fruit.  These are called "Big Mamas" they are a roma with less seeds so they make excellent marinara sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMO7pSfRPsI/TgCnslUqZ0I/AAAAAAAABhw/2oyUA1o2EkY/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bromas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMO7pSfRPsI/TgCnslUqZ0I/AAAAAAAABhw/2oyUA1o2EkY/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bromas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620676719333238594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cherokee Purples that are so tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1KP7vA8okE/TgCnfjhYuZI/AAAAAAAABhg/8V_2mwJCB6I/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bcherokee%2Bpurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1KP7vA8okE/TgCnfjhYuZI/AAAAAAAABhg/8V_2mwJCB6I/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bcherokee%2Bpurple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620676495511435666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a patch of basil, both Thai purple and regular sweet basil.  I planted it last year and let it go to seed and now we have a really nice patch.  I love a perennial!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--t46r4r6MUI/TgCnUEc-YiI/AAAAAAAABhQ/RS8DvvcLIU8/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bbasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--t46r4r6MUI/TgCnUEc-YiI/AAAAAAAABhQ/RS8DvvcLIU8/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bbasil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620676298192871970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blueberries are doing pretty good.  They are young plants but I hope to have enough to make a pie or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUYZtzBzivI/TgCnZ8sF3DI/AAAAAAAABhY/H6tLppbgAFY/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bblueberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUYZtzBzivI/TgCnZ8sF3DI/AAAAAAAABhY/H6tLppbgAFY/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bblueberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620676399188007986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this blooming yesterday.  Is this a tiger lily?  I don't know, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6mxaI9Vl-c/TgCnywyDMhI/AAAAAAAABh4/T1K4sgzFGdc/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Btiger%2Blilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6mxaI9Vl-c/TgCnywyDMhI/AAAAAAAABh4/T1K4sgzFGdc/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Btiger%2Blilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620676825488503314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These white daises are to the point of being invasive but they are pretty when they bloom. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMO7pSfRPsI/TgCnslUqZ0I/AAAAAAAABhw/2oyUA1o2EkY/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bromas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ctvYUTNZHc/TgCnkmsTnpI/AAAAAAAABho/w8xC_rVyAeY/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bdaisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ctvYUTNZHc/TgCnkmsTnpI/AAAAAAAABho/w8xC_rVyAeY/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Bdaisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620676582261890706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is also a new flower that my mom gave me a few years ago and is just now blooming.  I think it's a gladiola,,am I right?  Oh, I need to call and ask my mom.  She had a bouquet on the table for Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LU7iquUk390/TgCnOuCZgOI/AAAAAAAABhI/5NjsM0PP4mI/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Band%2Borchard%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LU7iquUk390/TgCnOuCZgOI/AAAAAAAABhI/5NjsM0PP4mI/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bgarden%2Band%2Borchard%2B01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620676206276477154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking around the peach trees I found this bird's nest that fell.  I guess they had to start over after the storms.  It's so interesting to see that they gather dog hair for the inside of the nest.  I see both Speedbump and Charlie hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gsIm-2WBNw/TgCnHysWekI/AAAAAAAABhA/mAg0rb2bI0Y/s1600/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bbird%2Bnest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gsIm-2WBNw/TgCnHysWekI/AAAAAAAABhA/mAg0rb2bI0Y/s320/2011%2B06%2B20%2Bbird%2Bnest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620676087267097154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7294199103255607913?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7294199103255607913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7294199103255607913&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7294199103255607913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7294199103255607913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/06/outside-house.html' title='Outside the house...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiKXZ5b5C8g/TgCoPw3T0CI/AAAAAAAABig/70gOBDzkOzg/s72-c/2011%2B06%2B20%2Brest%2Bof%2Bpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7686355480532105634</id><published>2011-06-14T10:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:36:35.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UovQpcO8Hzs/Tfd_gCJltiI/AAAAAAAABgw/wMz3R-93LT0/s1600/2009%2B03%2B01%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UovQpcO8Hzs/Tfd_gCJltiI/AAAAAAAABgw/wMz3R-93LT0/s320/2009%2B03%2B01%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618099248477615650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I saw a winter picture on another blog and it was so refreshing.  It has been really hot and dry here in the holler lately so I decided to post some winter pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPVcQaR-lcI/Tfd_aZv-8aI/AAAAAAAABgo/dBscNgdXIas/s1600/2009%2B03%2B01%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPVcQaR-lcI/Tfd_aZv-8aI/AAAAAAAABgo/dBscNgdXIas/s320/2009%2B03%2B01%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618099151733453218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3c5qJwNUGSQ/Tfd_nKE5mXI/AAAAAAAABg4/VbeIaqvpsrg/s1600/2009%2B03%2B01%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bpart%2B2%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3c5qJwNUGSQ/Tfd_nKE5mXI/AAAAAAAABg4/VbeIaqvpsrg/s320/2009%2B03%2B01%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bpart%2B2%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618099370864515442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thinking cool thoughts and blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7686355480532105634?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7686355480532105634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7686355480532105634&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7686355480532105634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7686355480532105634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/06/think-cool.html' title='Think cool...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UovQpcO8Hzs/Tfd_gCJltiI/AAAAAAAABgw/wMz3R-93LT0/s72-c/2009%2B03%2B01%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2B015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7142655573706108424</id><published>2011-06-07T13:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T13:25:24.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkeyish baths...</title><content type='html'>Turkeys like to lay in the dust and flap their wings.  It's fun to watch because they really get into it.  It's called dust bathing but I like to think my name fits too.  Here's one at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4KYYHYpCBo/Te5o7WX_HUI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VyOH8f91Yrw/s1600/2011%2B06%2B02%2Bturkey%2Bday%2Bbath%2Bbyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4KYYHYpCBo/Te5o7WX_HUI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VyOH8f91Yrw/s320/2011%2B06%2B02%2Bturkey%2Bday%2Bbath%2Bbyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615541154205343042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week our neighbor mowed and baled the hay in the pasture next to us.  This made for excellent bathing for the turkeys.  See, the two dusty blobs behind the turkey walking?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WouJ4PKvl1c/Te5ovEzLr5I/AAAAAAAABgI/2x1wXtlrhhc/s1600/2011%2B06%2B07%2Bturkey%2Bday%2Bbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WouJ4PKvl1c/Te5ovEzLr5I/AAAAAAAABgI/2x1wXtlrhhc/s320/2011%2B06%2B07%2Bturkey%2Bday%2Bbath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615540943329144722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a couple of males strutting in the front yard.  They really make a big show of themselves trying to impress the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5vG4XYh7O9Q/Te5pDgJeO9I/AAAAAAAABgY/1-m2toouGiY/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5vG4XYh7O9Q/Te5pDgJeO9I/AAAAAAAABgY/1-m2toouGiY/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2B030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615541294267775954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, pretty soon we'll see the momma turkeys marching their brood up the hill beside us where they roost at night.  Of course, I'll try to get a picture of that cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden is growing and the only flowers we have blooming now are the lilies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnFLTGcvBHg/Te5palRMmLI/AAAAAAAABgg/7yKG6scfGII/s1600/2011%2B06%2B07%2Blilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnFLTGcvBHg/Te5palRMmLI/AAAAAAAABgg/7yKG6scfGII/s320/2011%2B06%2B07%2Blilies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615541690779343026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7142655573706108424?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7142655573706108424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7142655573706108424&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7142655573706108424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7142655573706108424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/06/turkeyish-baths.html' title='Turkeyish baths...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4KYYHYpCBo/Te5o7WX_HUI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VyOH8f91Yrw/s72-c/2011%2B06%2B02%2Bturkey%2Bday%2Bbath%2Bbyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-6377812772609390564</id><published>2011-06-03T16:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:02:25.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing to me...</title><content type='html'>When we went to Puerto Rico we saw these signs in someone's yard.  I found it amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6mrZy5BGWU/TelZLY0Pg8I/AAAAAAAABf0/BCwloyBymMU/s1600/PR%2Bsigns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6mrZy5BGWU/TelZLY0Pg8I/AAAAAAAABf0/BCwloyBymMU/s320/PR%2Bsigns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614116462669038530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, maybe gross is the word.  But, it's their property so whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUskcXsKlwg/TelZSSuMDpI/AAAAAAAABf8/xmVJjQAZXpA/s1600/pr%2Bsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUskcXsKlwg/TelZSSuMDpI/AAAAAAAABf8/xmVJjQAZXpA/s320/pr%2Bsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614116581292117650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a great weekend.  Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-6377812772609390564?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6377812772609390564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=6377812772609390564&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6377812772609390564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6377812772609390564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/06/amusing-to-me.html' title='Amusing to me...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6mrZy5BGWU/TelZLY0Pg8I/AAAAAAAABf0/BCwloyBymMU/s72-c/PR%2Bsigns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7363595396535675001</id><published>2011-06-02T10:13:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:24:00.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after the storms last week...</title><content type='html'>I could title this post, "A day without electricity" or "Blessed Simplicity."  Oh, sorry; I haven't typed one sentence and already I'm rambling.  You can tell what kind of post this will be--haphazard meandering thoughts.  Anyway, last week, while some around us dealt with downed trees, and even worse devastation, from the storm front that came through here, our electricity went off around midnight.  It was so dark and a fitful sleep without any air moving (we didn't dare open the windows, due to what it can do to my sinuses added to the dogs barking at every little noise outside).  The dogs were restless as well, so I got up, lit a candle in the bathroom and that helped them to settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got up that morning, I told JP "you go to Hardees for breakfast."  I was throwing the towel in immediately.  But JP said "we could boil water and run it thru the coffee filter and have coffee" - genius!  We are blessed (and sometimes cursed, depending on the price of propane) to heat our home, heat our water and cook with gas, so our stove functions even when the power is out.  Then he thought we could open the refrigerator one quick time to grab some ham and cheese, he was concerned that Hardees might not have power either and he would have to go hungry and w/out coffee all morning; so I did that and he got off to work with his usual coffee and a grilled ham and cheese.  You can figure that that also means that I had my morning coffee - bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came dog breakfast time - no problem.  It was hard to read my Bible because it was still so cloudy and dark in the living room, but what I did manage to read was such a blessing.  Next, I started my daily chores.  I pulled some jeans out of the dryer.  They weren't quite dry so I stretched them all over the place.  As I did this simple chore I remembered that as I grew up, when we had a hard job or inconvenience like this, my Mom (champion of chores) would not complain but would make it play or an adventure - what a blessing.  Oh, I must tell you that it was cool outside after the front passed, so with the windows open that day it felt like the air conditioning was on, so there was no hardship.  I finished my chores and grabbed the camera to go see what I could see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the flowers were especially happy, and looking up close I could see the rain still on the blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqAJEBmY_B4/TeeumC4FvMI/AAAAAAAABek/6BVAKnkmglk/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bblooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613647429171002562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqAJEBmY_B4/TeeumC4FvMI/AAAAAAAABek/6BVAKnkmglk/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bblooms.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 242px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNuCfD2nmLg/Teeus_5lZuI/AAAAAAAABes/89g1qPRJ918/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bcolumbine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613647548631049954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNuCfD2nmLg/Teeus_5lZuI/AAAAAAAABes/89g1qPRJ918/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bcolumbine.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 217px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39rs92sJyiw/Teeuy-QgQTI/AAAAAAAABe0/a2Lzs2ElOrM/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613647651269525810" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39rs92sJyiw/Teeuy-QgQTI/AAAAAAAABe0/a2Lzs2ElOrM/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2B008.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 231px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNR52mfy3ks/TeevKg5w1II/AAAAAAAABfU/p26peJLqWvs/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bcoriopsis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613648055706375298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNR52mfy3ks/TeevKg5w1II/AAAAAAAABfU/p26peJLqWvs/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bcoriopsis.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 233px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind all the other plants, I noticed that our amaryllis was blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DKV0RHWhGFE/TeevEopn7AI/AAAAAAAABfM/8LhSUfFfqkE/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bamaryllis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613647954706951170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DKV0RHWhGFE/TeevEopn7AI/AAAAAAAABfM/8LhSUfFfqkE/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bamaryllis.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 219px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaceghost accompanied me during my walk around the yard.  He's a good hunter and keeps the mice, etc., at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isPTmUmqQPE/TeevSChavgI/AAAAAAAABfc/1eH3P16P7I0/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2BSpaceghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613648184990154242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isPTmUmqQPE/TeevSChavgI/AAAAAAAABfc/1eH3P16P7I0/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2BSpaceghost.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 251px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up, the Cicadas, our visitors that come every 13 years.  They aren't quite the plague that the media makes them out to be, but they are freakishly loud and really annoying when you're mowing, and they land on you like a kamikaze.  Also, I find them really creepy with those red eyes...eeewww.  I'll be glad when they go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIYez327ZAY/Teeu6JyukcI/AAAAAAAABe8/Tq5otKxHRls/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bcicadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613647774624944578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIYez327ZAY/Teeu6JyukcI/AAAAAAAABe8/Tq5otKxHRls/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bcicadas.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 202px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--D46CIXZXwA/Teeu_XctCWI/AAAAAAAABfE/JtDVZTfK4OU/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bcicada%2Bclose%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613647864190011746" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--D46CIXZXwA/Teeu_XctCWI/AAAAAAAABfE/JtDVZTfK4OU/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bcicada%2Bclose%2Bup.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, my little yard tour I came in and decided this would be the perfect day to sit and harvest some oregano that I'd been drying in the house.  It was so relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOWol1nM3-Q/TeevXTbYd5I/AAAAAAAABfk/HQMFosKR528/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Boregano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613648275427587986" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOWol1nM3-Q/TeevXTbYd5I/AAAAAAAABfk/HQMFosKR528/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Boregano.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 242px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7i8TlCzY6i0/TeevbPTXjnI/AAAAAAAABfs/jICS7Wa_SO4/s1600/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Boregano%2Bjars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613648343039708786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7i8TlCzY6i0/TeevbPTXjnI/AAAAAAAABfs/jICS7Wa_SO4/s320/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Boregano%2Bjars.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 254px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I sat there, I realized that I am sensory overloaded, we all are.  Technology, news, T.V., internet, all the noise that pulls at our thoughts.  I think that sometimes I do too many things at once and don't do anything really well.  Life isn't simple anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,,,YIppee,,,the power came on!!  The ceiling fans sart going, A/C starts running.  I knew we'd sleep good tonight.  Next, I felt myself pulled to turn on the Television or run to the computer.  Instead, I turned the air conditioner off (it was still cool outside) and decided that I was going to gradually ease back into the noise of what it means to live in these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I love my modern conveniences, but what I learned is to try and keep my heart quiet.  Also, if it had been a hot day this would have been a much different post!!  I can't stand to be hot.  So, God gave me a little break and His peace flooded my soul.  We are thankful that He protected us and our family during these storms and pray for all of those who lost loved ones or homes and possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you and yours from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7363595396535675001?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7363595396535675001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7363595396535675001&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7363595396535675001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7363595396535675001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-after-storms-last-week.html' title='The day after the storms last week...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqAJEBmY_B4/TeeumC4FvMI/AAAAAAAABek/6BVAKnkmglk/s72-c/2011%2B05%2B26%2Bday%2Bafter%2Brain%2Bblooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3883588324111868963</id><published>2011-05-24T10:36:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:00:00.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again, jiggity jig...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGQ6p15mgAs/TdvU-Z6oMPI/AAAAAAAABds/NjOPBGTyuwc/s1600/2011%2B05%2B15views.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610311929393852658" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGQ6p15mgAs/TdvU-Z6oMPI/AAAAAAAABds/NjOPBGTyuwc/s320/2011%2B05%2B15views.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been on a little vacation to Puerto Rico.  Most of JP's family is there and we went over for a surprise birthday party for his Mom.  She is a wonderful lady and she was really surprised!  It was a whirlwind trip but it was good to see that part of our family.  We were able to stay in their beach apartment with this view each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHMViDCnWHU/TdvU4cmfCwI/AAAAAAAABdk/FfUWRawcvg8/s1600/2011%2B05%2B15view%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610311827035458306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BHMViDCnWHU/TdvU4cmfCwI/AAAAAAAABdk/FfUWRawcvg8/s320/2011%2B05%2B15view%2B01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xE7zwpsAn_g/TdvUyzHYDvI/AAAAAAAABdc/UqfJw0cUuT0/s1600/2011%2B05%2B15view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610311729999777522" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xE7zwpsAn_g/TdvUyzHYDvI/AAAAAAAABdc/UqfJw0cUuT0/s320/2011%2B05%2B15view.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, we were really roughing it, huh?  It is a beautiful beach with turquoise water.  We had a party with family and friends for JP's mom.  She had a great time and so did we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNmOy17rVso/TdvVpFLjnwI/AAAAAAAABd0/SukZ7bSSZsg/s1600/2011%2B05%2B15%2Bmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610312662562086658" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNmOy17rVso/TdvVpFLjnwI/AAAAAAAABd0/SukZ7bSSZsg/s320/2011%2B05%2B15%2Bmom.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is JP, one of his brothers and all the sisters.  We got a new camera before the trip and had not mastered using it obviously.  I wish these pictures were clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHYYO1DhKuI/TdvV95mBIcI/AAAAAAAABd8/aPLNnCmk0p8/s1600/2011%2B05%2B15%2Bsibs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610313020229099970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHYYO1DhKuI/TdvV95mBIcI/AAAAAAAABd8/aPLNnCmk0p8/s320/2011%2B05%2B15%2Bsibs.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 216px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the family that was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-lePJoARvE/TdvWW6IB8dI/AAAAAAAABeE/2z0Bh8MtZcc/s1600/2011%2B05%2B15family%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lL0lV2mmqNw/TdvWstqtqOI/AAAAAAAABeM/rEWBCgQ2KB4/s1600/2011%2B05%2B15family%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610313824481421538" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lL0lV2mmqNw/TdvWstqtqOI/AAAAAAAABeM/rEWBCgQ2KB4/s320/2011%2B05%2B15family%2Bpic.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day we went to the other side of the island where JP's grandmother lives.  She is such fun.  We had only met once before in all our 26 years of marriage but we've been pen pals for a long time.  I love her; she is 96 and lives in this beautiful home built in 1873.  She speaks and reads Spanish and English, is very smart and up on current events more than I am.  What a wonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfpa6zotNfE/TdvX_UYmJ6I/AAAAAAAABeU/i3SiYNpYYbg/s1600/2011%2B05%2B15abuela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610315243623688098" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfpa6zotNfE/TdvX_UYmJ6I/AAAAAAAABeU/i3SiYNpYYbg/s320/2011%2B05%2B15abuela.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks so tiny in that big old door way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbpknyrW-FU/TdvYE0LLKmI/AAAAAAAABec/u-s7EVchHEQ/s1600/2011%2B05%2B15yuyu%2Bhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610315338056673890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbpknyrW-FU/TdvYE0LLKmI/AAAAAAAABec/u-s7EVchHEQ/s320/2011%2B05%2B15yuyu%2Bhome.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had great food.  We visited family.  It was great.  Now, it is good to be home.  We boarded the dogs at our vet while we were gone and boy were they happy to be home too.  Now, the house is just now getting back to our normal and we are so blessed.  I'm going to try to catch up on your blog posts soon.  Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3883588324111868963?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3883588324111868963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3883588324111868963&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3883588324111868963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3883588324111868963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/05/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jig.html' title='Home again, home again, jiggity jig...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGQ6p15mgAs/TdvU-Z6oMPI/AAAAAAAABds/NjOPBGTyuwc/s72-c/2011%2B05%2B15views.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8700032179840721175</id><published>2011-05-10T15:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:43:42.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like a new hairdo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cutK95CSxY/Tcmg79GYwrI/AAAAAAAABdM/s2_FUu0P2ic/s1600/2011%2B05%2B09%2Bbumps%2Bhair%2Bcut%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the winter Speedbump's hair grows out really thick and long.  That's why she looks forward to the snow and frigid temperatures--she is built for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCqN1uk8fqc/Tcmg1Rh5jQI/AAAAAAAABdE/-EtbF_KirtU/s1600/2011%2B05%2B03%2B002%2Bbump%2Blong%2Bhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCqN1uk8fqc/Tcmg1Rh5jQI/AAAAAAAABdE/-EtbF_KirtU/s320/2011%2B05%2B03%2B002%2Bbump%2Blong%2Bhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605188048338390274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, in the summer I always give her a new "spring do" and she loves it.  She lays there while I shear her and enjoys the attention.  I have to stop a few times to let the shears cool off and she runs around barking at me and the rest of the pack.  She really enjoys being able to get closer to the air vents.  I put her hair in the garden tomato trellis to scare the rabbits away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cutK95CSxY/Tcmg79GYwrI/AAAAAAAABdM/s2_FUu0P2ic/s1600/2011%2B05%2B09%2Bbumps%2Bhair%2Bcut%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cutK95CSxY/Tcmg79GYwrI/AAAAAAAABdM/s2_FUu0P2ic/s320/2011%2B05%2B09%2Bbumps%2Bhair%2Bcut%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605188163113370290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason I can't take her picture without a German Shepherd or two crowding into the frame.   Speedbump is all about staying cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rwguqnD_RY/TcmhKvWk7eI/AAAAAAAABdU/nwNA-KX4XUI/s1600/2011%2B05%2B09%2Bbumps%2Bhair%2Bcut%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rwguqnD_RY/TcmhKvWk7eI/AAAAAAAABdU/nwNA-KX4XUI/s320/2011%2B05%2B09%2Bbumps%2Bhair%2Bcut%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605188417121218018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings from all of us in the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-8700032179840721175?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8700032179840721175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8700032179840721175&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8700032179840721175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8700032179840721175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-like-new-hairdo.html' title='Nothing like a new hairdo...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCqN1uk8fqc/Tcmg1Rh5jQI/AAAAAAAABdE/-EtbF_KirtU/s72-c/2011%2B05%2B03%2B002%2Bbump%2Blong%2Bhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-6769635742099014385</id><published>2011-05-06T09:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:26:00.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBq9m3Holok/TcQCh2bMhOI/AAAAAAAABck/2JZ7VFadiMg/s1600/2011%2B05%2B06%2Bflowers%2Bfor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603606616924259554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBq9m3Holok/TcQCh2bMhOI/AAAAAAAABck/2JZ7VFadiMg/s320/2011%2B05%2B06%2Bflowers%2Bfor.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 248px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JP and I want to wish our Mom's a Happy Mother's Day.  My mom will be here on Sunday for steaks and celebration.  JP's mom lives in Puerto Rico and we wish we could see her too.  They are both great and we love them mucho!!  You can tell from the picture above that the flowers on the table will be pink and purple.  I'm gonna try to stop taking pictures of those blooms - I know you're sick of them but I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I picked enough strawberries for us to have a bowl each for dessert tonight.  They're really producing now and I'm fighting the birds for them.  I really need to fix a net or something out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7fEOUzcF5g/TcQCc24ypdI/AAAAAAAABcc/3H1ijfRt31I/s1600/2011%2B05%2B06%2Bfirst%2Bberries.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603606531149047250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7fEOUzcF5g/TcQCc24ypdI/AAAAAAAABcc/3H1ijfRt31I/s320/2011%2B05%2B06%2Bfirst%2Bberries.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 202px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I planted the tomatoes in the garden.  I have some with these trays around them to keep the weeds away and funnel the water to the roots.  I ran out of trays for the other side so I decided to put paper down all over to keep the weeds down.  It feel so good to have them in the ground!  They look so small out there but they'll be growing soon.  I put a banana peel, crushed egg shells and one teaspoon of sugar in each hole.  I read where these things provide the nutrients needed to be strong plants.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQC4XdZ24WU/TcQCnoXA8kI/AAAAAAAABcs/Sj1wZn6-w9M/s1600/2011%2B05%2B06%2Btomato%2Btrays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603606716227842626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQC4XdZ24WU/TcQCnoXA8kI/AAAAAAAABcs/Sj1wZn6-w9M/s320/2011%2B05%2B06%2Btomato%2Btrays.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 207px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxlmJ4f4lU4/TcQCsr-8vKI/AAAAAAAABc0/B9gZzIr_b44/s1600/2011%2B05%2B06%2Btomato%2Bwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603606803099991202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxlmJ4f4lU4/TcQCsr-8vKI/AAAAAAAABc0/B9gZzIr_b44/s320/2011%2B05%2B06%2Btomato%2Bwo.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 202px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These irises grow at the base of our flag pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ls_KmjUncfs/TcQF_XcdU6I/AAAAAAAABc8/rXVEqEUNWUE/s1600/2011%2B05%2B06%2Biris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603610422539015074" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ls_KmjUncfs/TcQF_XcdU6I/AAAAAAAABc8/rXVEqEUNWUE/s320/2011%2B05%2B06%2Biris.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 247px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hope that you have a good Mother's Day.  God's richest blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-6769635742099014385?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6769635742099014385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=6769635742099014385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6769635742099014385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6769635742099014385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBq9m3Holok/TcQCh2bMhOI/AAAAAAAABck/2JZ7VFadiMg/s72-c/2011%2B05%2B06%2Bflowers%2Bfor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1388067383696193266</id><published>2011-05-04T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:49:03.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She almost dug to China...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nfn-uNL82Y/TcHNcKdNLYI/AAAAAAAABcU/n111xo_mFyA/s1600/2011%2B05%2B03%2Bscrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nfn-uNL82Y/TcHNcKdNLYI/AAAAAAAABcU/n111xo_mFyA/s320/2011%2B05%2B03%2Bscrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602985295152491906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings from the muddy holler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know, I assume everyone knows my dogs like they're family.  This little innocent (ha ha) face belongs to Scrappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1388067383696193266?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1388067383696193266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1388067383696193266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1388067383696193266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1388067383696193266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/05/she-almost-dug-to-china.html' title='She almost dug to China...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nfn-uNL82Y/TcHNcKdNLYI/AAAAAAAABcU/n111xo_mFyA/s72-c/2011%2B05%2B03%2Bscrappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3138235892918816281</id><published>2011-04-28T11:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:46:53.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well here in the holler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ1vuy88CKA/TbmTNpz_5mI/AAAAAAAABbk/U0zlt-akhoU/s1600/2011%2B04%2B28%2B010%2Bflowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600669474383455842" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ1vuy88CKA/TbmTNpz_5mI/AAAAAAAABbk/U0zlt-akhoU/s320/2011%2B04%2B28%2B010%2Bflowers.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing of so many throughout our area and other southern states that have lost so much.  We are so blessed to have no damage at all.  The storms were all around us and we did without power for a little while but that is all, and we are thankful. Our prayers are with all the families hurt by these storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked outside to see what's growing and everything is getting started.&lt;br /&gt;The Flowers are flowering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gwji4gifsY/TbmTV8L-1WI/AAAAAAAABbs/VfgOzMVkOYM/s1600/2011%2B04%2B28%2B001%2Bflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600669616754840930" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gwji4gifsY/TbmTV8L-1WI/AAAAAAAABbs/VfgOzMVkOYM/s320/2011%2B04%2B28%2B001%2Bflowers.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Strawberries are berrying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFx2NSATY5w/TbmT0ZM2d5I/AAAAAAAABcM/iRMEakyLjLM/s1600/2011%2B04%2B28%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600670139939190674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFx2NSATY5w/TbmT0ZM2d5I/AAAAAAAABcM/iRMEakyLjLM/s320/2011%2B04%2B28%2B008.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The peach trees are peachy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNmmacX9dkI/TbmTrDx1kYI/AAAAAAAABcE/N3U0qYG101A/s1600/2011%2B04%2B28%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600669979569918338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNmmacX9dkI/TbmTrDx1kYI/AAAAAAAABcE/N3U0qYG101A/s320/2011%2B04%2B28%2B007.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 260px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tomato plants are getting ready to be put in the garden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TU1fWlZ6XFU/TbmTcFRgveI/AAAAAAAABb0/r_VCZXn7GI8/s1600/2011%2B04%2B28%2B004%2Bmaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600669722273168866" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TU1fWlZ6XFU/TbmTcFRgveI/AAAAAAAABb0/r_VCZXn7GI8/s320/2011%2B04%2B28%2B004%2Bmaters.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3138235892918816281?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3138235892918816281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3138235892918816281&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3138235892918816281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3138235892918816281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-is-well-here-in-holler.html' title='All is well here in the holler...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ1vuy88CKA/TbmTNpz_5mI/AAAAAAAABbk/U0zlt-akhoU/s72-c/2011%2B04%2B28%2B010%2Bflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3361159786391195792</id><published>2011-04-22T16:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:47:32.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKBbttSLOeU/TbHuXNWJidI/AAAAAAAABbU/Z_eIEforWws/s1600/jesusthorns1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKBbttSLOeU/TbHuXNWJidI/AAAAAAAABbU/Z_eIEforWws/s320/jesusthorns1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598517894285199826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption, forgiveness, love, kindness, selflessness...to me and you; this is what  Christ's sacrificial death and resurrection are all about.  Easter Blessings from all of us in the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3361159786391195792?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3361159786391195792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3361159786391195792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3361159786391195792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3361159786391195792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKBbttSLOeU/TbHuXNWJidI/AAAAAAAABbU/Z_eIEforWws/s72-c/jesusthorns1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-48477083714644747</id><published>2011-04-21T10:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:47:45.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning Blessing...</title><content type='html'>This morning I was standing at the sink with my last cup of coffee looking out at the bird feeder (you didn't think I was doing dishes yet did you?) and what did I see?  A male cardinal, male gold finch, and male indigo bunting!  It was like God's primary color set - it was such a treat to see.  Of course I didn't get their picture, but I tried.  These are the birds that graced the lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finches and friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiPVeRFyl_Q/TbBOG_r3DfI/AAAAAAAABac/4jQrYhya3ZQ/s1600/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bgangs%2Ball%2Bhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiPVeRFyl_Q/TbBOG_r3DfI/AAAAAAAABac/4jQrYhya3ZQ/s320/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bgangs%2Ball%2Bhere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598060218903105010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bluebird checking in on the wife and kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrzoLEyNtaA/TbBOVPzJR0I/AAAAAAAABak/Us4-6-DcZAc/s1600/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bmr%2Bbluebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrzoLEyNtaA/TbBOVPzJR0I/AAAAAAAABak/Us4-6-DcZAc/s320/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bmr%2Bbluebird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598060463746795330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These Blue-jays were on the other side of the yard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0HgajwkHJA/TbBOkc8RtmI/AAAAAAAABa0/EsoeAyL6JDI/s1600/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bbluejays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0HgajwkHJA/TbBOkc8RtmI/AAAAAAAABa0/EsoeAyL6JDI/s320/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bbluejays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598060724972795490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Cardinal thought I couldn't see him behind that branch.  Come closer sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wW8WHAJghYA/TbBOcTCqdEI/AAAAAAAABas/i7QX-Lh1Geg/s1600/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bmr%2Bcardinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wW8WHAJghYA/TbBOcTCqdEI/AAAAAAAABas/i7QX-Lh1Geg/s320/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bmr%2Bcardinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598060584876274754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's mystery bird.  Is this a lady indigo bunting?  I don't know.  Maybe I'll google it unless you know.  It's a beautiful color nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNGUv_5MrDs/TbBOsnfN9sI/AAAAAAAABa8/yw3EAsaKChc/s1600/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bquestion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNGUv_5MrDs/TbBOsnfN9sI/AAAAAAAABa8/yw3EAsaKChc/s320/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bquestion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598060865242658498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some really loud storms recently and this is what happens in our house.  As I try to move around and do my thing, it's like I'm the center and I and the dogs move as one.  Just trying to walk through the kitchen I have the three big ones waiting to move with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twJw4F-5TDE/TbBPwMGb-nI/AAAAAAAABbE/h0d_Zs-Vmas/s1600/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bjust%2Btryin%2Bto%2Bget%2Bthru%2Bhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twJw4F-5TDE/TbBPwMGb-nI/AAAAAAAABbE/h0d_Zs-Vmas/s320/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bjust%2Btryin%2Bto%2Bget%2Bthru%2Bhere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598062026122066546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I sit at the computer this is what I see.  Speedbump is underneath the chair.  No, she doesn't fit there?  Really guys?  We've been through storms before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESR_KULeYAQ/TbBP15pQcBI/AAAAAAAABbM/-7nWp-7ioHo/s1600/2011%2B04%2B21%2Breally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESR_KULeYAQ/TbBP15pQcBI/AAAAAAAABbM/-7nWp-7ioHo/s320/2011%2B04%2B21%2Breally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598062124247052306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, April showers certainly do bring May flowers but they also bring clingy dogs too.  God bless your Easter.  Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-48477083714644747?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/48477083714644747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=48477083714644747&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/48477083714644747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/48477083714644747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-morning-blessing.html' title='My Morning Blessing...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiPVeRFyl_Q/TbBOG_r3DfI/AAAAAAAABac/4jQrYhya3ZQ/s72-c/2011%2B04%2B21%2Bbirds%2Bgangs%2Ball%2Bhere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2807858990406754536</id><published>2011-04-14T16:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:29:32.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued Blessings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever tried to imagine how much God loves us?  I have been schooled on that very subject recently in the study of Isaiah chapter 53.  This book was written several hundred years before Christ died and it describes so many things that happened and the reasons behind God's actions!  He loves us!&lt;br /&gt;When you take into account all the detail in the writings in the book of Isaiah about His suffering, death and burial, it is just amazing in light of how long before the events, these details were recorded by the prophet.  In my opinion, it takes more faith NOT to believe in Jesus Christ than to believe.  I read a book last year or the year before of a man named Josh McDowell who set out to disprove the Bible and ended up  proving and believing in Jesus.  If you are curious or uncertain, let me recommend his book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Evidence-Demands-Questions-Challenging-Christians/dp/0785242198/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1302818871&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;Evidence that Demands a Verdict&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 53 says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18715"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; He was despised and rejected by mankind, &lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;(nobody stepped up to defend Him)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.&lt;br /&gt;Like one from whom people hide their faces&lt;br /&gt;he was despised, and we held him in low esteem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18716"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Surely he took up our pain&lt;br /&gt;and bore our suffering,&lt;br /&gt;yet we considered him punished by God,&lt;br /&gt;stricken by him, and afflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18717"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; But he was pierced for our transgressions, &lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;(spear, nails)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was crushed for our iniquities; &lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;(the weight of the cross He bore, His own weight as he hung)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the punishment that brought us peace was on him,&lt;br /&gt;and by his wounds we are healed. &lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;(lashing, crown of thorns, nails, spear)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18718"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; We all, like sheep, have gone astray,&lt;br /&gt;each of us has turned to our own way;&lt;br /&gt;and the LORD has laid on him&lt;br /&gt;the iniquity of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, here's a couple of pictures I took today...&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gold Finches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jVCmAQPuqw/TadxSQ2ltRI/AAAAAAAABaM/xPXS6V20MFE/s1600/birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595565620606645522" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jVCmAQPuqw/TadxSQ2ltRI/AAAAAAAABaM/xPXS6V20MFE/s320/birds.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 231px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower garden pickins'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saMlasDAchg/TadxXn8daXI/AAAAAAAABaU/X-Zy0WyVU58/s1600/2011%2B04%2B14%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595565712704629106" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saMlasDAchg/TadxXn8daXI/AAAAAAAABaU/X-Zy0WyVU58/s320/2011%2B04%2B14%2B006.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 229px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2807858990406754536?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2807858990406754536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2807858990406754536&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2807858990406754536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2807858990406754536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/04/continued-blessings.html' title='Continued Blessings...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jVCmAQPuqw/TadxSQ2ltRI/AAAAAAAABaM/xPXS6V20MFE/s72-c/birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-6007980114499445689</id><published>2011-04-03T20:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:29:59.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new batch, bumpy toes, and new tricks...</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be sporadic so just hang in there. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we bottled a new batch of wine, it's blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-8liDtnZ-o/TZkb18PUmcI/AAAAAAAABZk/U7usbTpcmOs/s1600/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bblackberry%2Bwine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-8liDtnZ-o/TZkb18PUmcI/AAAAAAAABZk/U7usbTpcmOs/s320/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bblackberry%2Bwine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591531025874590146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I noticed that Speedbump's feet had as much hair as a Clydesdale horse so we got the scissors and clippers and got down to business.&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TsPFIDoeDo/TZkb7L3EiAI/AAAAAAAABZs/-_S_-up4XD8/s1600/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bbump%2Bfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TsPFIDoeDo/TZkb7L3EiAI/AAAAAAAABZs/-_S_-up4XD8/s320/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bbump%2Bfeet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591531115967186946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY4idJBt4sU/TZkcAMD7dpI/AAAAAAAABZ0/J1H1SW9FV0k/s1600/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bbump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY4idJBt4sU/TZkcAMD7dpI/AAAAAAAABZ0/J1H1SW9FV0k/s320/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bbump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591531201920464530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet and Corrie have learned to "down" just in the last week.  I'm so proud of them because they're both wild and crazy girls.  I didn't get a picture of Corrie, but, trust me she can do it.  So, here's Violet in her "down."  Notice that she's ready to bolt.  Maybe we should've introduced "stay" first :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZiYB59d1NE/TZkcFGvngnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/0VaJne3893k/s1600/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bviolet%2Bdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZiYB59d1NE/TZkcFGvngnI/AAAAAAAABZ8/0VaJne3893k/s320/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bviolet%2Bdown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591531286392439410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture tonight.  This is what Violet does, she likes to go around and visit (pester) with either Charlie or Scrappy.  It was Charlie's turn for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPfdSvDoEIY/TZkcJoGE3PI/AAAAAAAABaE/3eBl6EVH0Ds/s1600/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bfriends%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPfdSvDoEIY/TZkcJoGE3PI/AAAAAAAABaE/3eBl6EVH0Ds/s320/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bfriends%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591531364064484594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-6007980114499445689?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6007980114499445689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=6007980114499445689&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6007980114499445689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6007980114499445689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-batch-bumpy-toes-and-new-tricks.html' title='A new batch, bumpy toes, and new tricks...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-8liDtnZ-o/TZkb18PUmcI/AAAAAAAABZk/U7usbTpcmOs/s72-c/2011%2B04%2B03%2Bblackberry%2Bwine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1960511337767463513</id><published>2011-03-29T16:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:03:46.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring blooms still beautiful...</title><content type='html'>These blooms are our first apple blossoms.   It's sad that we have to pick them but the tree isn't old enough to bear fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caFT8iroVcc/TZJVP54Vz0I/AAAAAAAABZU/tVfxMw60qYU/s1600/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caFT8iroVcc/TZJVP54Vz0I/AAAAAAAABZU/tVfxMw60qYU/s320/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589623819243736898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeping cherry tree will be beautiful soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRTNC8NCz7I/TZJUsbWtLWI/AAAAAAAABZM/G4o8egxLVc4/s1600/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRTNC8NCz7I/TZJUsbWtLWI/AAAAAAAABZM/G4o8egxLVc4/s320/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589623209754176866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These little guys are weeds.  There are some solid purple and the variegated white and purple.  The are tiny pansys and they are all over the yard--I just hate mowing over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J2wGHmXKgZU/TZJUl1jYmMI/AAAAAAAABZE/CLd3GlDirFY/s1600/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J2wGHmXKgZU/TZJUl1jYmMI/AAAAAAAABZE/CLd3GlDirFY/s320/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589623096527591618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma18_0xJduA/TZJUXywjXCI/AAAAAAAABY0/lQYRGCqrwes/s1600/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma18_0xJduA/TZJUXywjXCI/AAAAAAAABY0/lQYRGCqrwes/s320/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589622855259348002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have blue bells in quite a few nooks because when we moved here my mom brought some of hers over and we planted them everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jN06faRotUQ/TZJUfQ9qXRI/AAAAAAAABY8/Qz74TO--II0/s1600/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jN06faRotUQ/TZJUfQ9qXRI/AAAAAAAABY8/Qz74TO--II0/s320/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589622983626480914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The red bud trees are so pretty against the gray backdrop of the trees that haven't put on the new leaves yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sVx5LMqkhNM/TZJVXXQw4DI/AAAAAAAABZc/_N6_07MJQC8/s1600/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sVx5LMqkhNM/TZJVXXQw4DI/AAAAAAAABZc/_N6_07MJQC8/s320/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589623947389886514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring time blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1960511337767463513?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1960511337767463513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1960511337767463513&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1960511337767463513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1960511337767463513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-blooms-still-beautiful.html' title='Spring blooms still beautiful...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caFT8iroVcc/TZJVP54Vz0I/AAAAAAAABZU/tVfxMw60qYU/s72-c/2011%2B03%2B29%2Bspring%2Bblooms%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7461541244091461458</id><published>2011-03-23T09:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:23:23.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday with less words...</title><content type='html'>Monday night JP and I were in the office and he said something like "look at her."  Luckily I was able to grab the camera and snap a few shots as Violet emerged from her cocoon.  Who knows how she got in there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mze7Mkdhz-8/TYoBVQNzQSI/AAAAAAAABYU/IZUdvRjerVI/s1600/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bviolet%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mze7Mkdhz-8/TYoBVQNzQSI/AAAAAAAABYU/IZUdvRjerVI/s320/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bviolet%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587279752348254498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8uIR2jqR_A/TYoBabHxclI/AAAAAAAABYc/7ZeV77P3uF0/s1600/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bviolet%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8uIR2jqR_A/TYoBabHxclI/AAAAAAAABYc/7ZeV77P3uF0/s320/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bviolet%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587279841175106130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VND2_p6inQA/TYoBe4lrtwI/AAAAAAAABYk/jYFYNXaJe_E/s1600/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bviolet%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VND2_p6inQA/TYoBe4lrtwI/AAAAAAAABYk/jYFYNXaJe_E/s320/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bviolet%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587279917804664578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPSY7cxSTaA/TYoBjO3o-OI/AAAAAAAABYs/Xa5v7V5UK74/s1600/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bviolet%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPSY7cxSTaA/TYoBjO3o-OI/AAAAAAAABYs/Xa5v7V5UK74/s320/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bviolet%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587279992505039074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The look on that face gets her out of all kinds of trouble.  Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7461541244091461458?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7461541244091461458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7461541244091461458&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7461541244091461458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7461541244091461458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/03/wednesday-with-less-words.html' title='Wednesday with less words...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mze7Mkdhz-8/TYoBVQNzQSI/AAAAAAAABYU/IZUdvRjerVI/s72-c/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bviolet%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4395115378054934573</id><published>2011-03-21T11:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:09:27.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're loving this spring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Afn6Oh2wr9w/TYd_4W56YZI/AAAAAAAABXs/wMUss5XFLk0/s1600/2011%2B03%2B21%2B002%2BCorrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Afn6Oh2wr9w/TYd_4W56YZI/AAAAAAAABXs/wMUss5XFLk0/s320/2011%2B03%2B21%2B002%2BCorrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574468974272914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corrie is convinced that she is solar powered.  Since the sun has been so warm she gets in her spot and won't come in unless she is forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWVT1fIoX5s/TYeAPTAC3PI/AAAAAAAABX8/zl6WlcO61y0/s1600/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bcorrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWVT1fIoX5s/TYeAPTAC3PI/AAAAAAAABX8/zl6WlcO61y0/s320/2011%2B03%2B21%2Bcorrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574863063244018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this idea in a recent magazine.  After pruning the peach trees I brought some twigs in that had buds on them, put them in water and in a few days I got to have spring blooms inside.  It is supposed to work for any budding tree or bush, give it a try!  I think forsythias would be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlGL7lANoRY/TYeAkxgrW8I/AAAAAAAABYM/bb0diT__9j0/s1600/2011%2B03%2B21%2B009%2Bpeach%2Bblooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlGL7lANoRY/TYeAkxgrW8I/AAAAAAAABYM/bb0diT__9j0/s320/2011%2B03%2B21%2B009%2Bpeach%2Bblooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586575232030432194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JP bought some massive shelving for the garage, we put them together and we got most of that area straightened up.  This inspired me to give my sewing area a much needed redo!&lt;br /&gt;Before -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OLFWNYtTPqA/TYeABToQxXI/AAAAAAAABX0/pStZcXqkIfc/s1600/2011%2B03%2B21%2B005%2Bmess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OLFWNYtTPqA/TYeABToQxXI/AAAAAAAABX0/pStZcXqkIfc/s320/2011%2B03%2B21%2B005%2Bmess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574622713759090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dNIdT8OrDNM/TYeAVb_CnBI/AAAAAAAABYE/0kJCkmQNA04/s1600/2011%2B03%2B21%2B011%2Bcleaned%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dNIdT8OrDNM/TYeAVb_CnBI/AAAAAAAABYE/0kJCkmQNA04/s320/2011%2B03%2B21%2B011%2Bcleaned%2Bup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574968554167314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's amazing how junked up I had let this area get but now it's beautiful and I'm ready to get one of my unfinished projects out and sew some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP took some days off last week and we got so many chores done.  He said the other day that our next post should be titled "hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go."  Spring brings so many chores with it but the warm weather makes it nice.  We cut up some trees that fell during the winter and hauled them to our burn area, pruned the peach trees some more, mowed the yard, and washed and waxed the truck - well, almost done with that one.  Oh, JP smoked three slabs of ribs and they were delicious.  The days off were very productive and now it's back to regular stuff.  But, all in all it was a very nice time.  We are so blessed and thankful for all God has provided.  Blessings to you all  - it's springtime in the holler...&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanks to JP for changing the blog background over to spring too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4395115378054934573?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4395115378054934573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4395115378054934573&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4395115378054934573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4395115378054934573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/03/were-loving-this-spring.html' title='We&apos;re loving this spring...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Afn6Oh2wr9w/TYd_4W56YZI/AAAAAAAABXs/wMUss5XFLk0/s72-c/2011%2B03%2B21%2B002%2BCorrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-6522765757327108692</id><published>2011-03-16T12:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:48:05.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to my new friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbi-OyFGCoc/TYD1WeSJokI/AAAAAAAABXk/vtdjNrSS2YE/s1600/2011%2B03%2B16%2Bdump%2Bcart%2B%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbi-OyFGCoc/TYD1WeSJokI/AAAAAAAABXk/vtdjNrSS2YE/s320/2011%2B03%2B16%2Bdump%2Bcart%2B%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584733304374534722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got this cart/dump cart and put it together last weekend.  As soon as it was hooked up to the mower JP was headed out for a test drive.  It's going to be so handy -  when I go out to the garden I can pile all my stuff in there and drive it out there.  I've been lugging my tools in a bucket.  Then when harvest time comes it takes many trips up and down the hill.  But not anymore, I'm stylin' and profilin.'  I've already used it when I planted some elderberry bushes and replaced some blueberry bushes the other day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're ready for spring and excited that it's supposed to be in the 70's for a couple days.  Yeehaw and blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-6522765757327108692?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6522765757327108692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=6522765757327108692&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6522765757327108692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6522765757327108692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/03/say-hello-to-my-new-friend.html' title='Say hello to my new friend...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbi-OyFGCoc/TYD1WeSJokI/AAAAAAAABXk/vtdjNrSS2YE/s72-c/2011%2B03%2B16%2Bdump%2Bcart%2B%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-5703149210858899389</id><published>2011-03-14T16:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:39:03.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls only today...</title><content type='html'>Today was the day of days I dread each year.  Have you guessed what it is yet?  Oh, I think you know,,,mammography day.  It's like scheduling humiliation.  I heard statements like "okay, relax" and "be real still!"  Smart remarks are going thru my head but I didn't dare voice them because she was IN CONTROL.  I also suffer from nervous laughter, it's a curse, I can't help it.  In times when I should be serious, high pressure, it's all I can do (and most times don't) not to just laugh until I cry.  But really, did she expect me to relax AND did she think I was going to run out of the room when she had my boob in her vice grip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you go in and they tell you to put on THE TOP.  It's only a "top" in the sense that it's fabric on your top half.  There are no sleeves, your uh "test subjects" are there ready to be laid on the uh alter.  Next, you get to be repositioned like about 18 times so I just start looking around at the pictures and counting the ceiling tiles (anything but start laughing.)  Have you noticed that the vice grip - like alter is clear?  I'm sure there's a reason for that other that finding out just exactly how flat your boob can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the rambling I've got for today, this day of days.  Oh my, if you've never had this procedure done, ignore the above and let me know how it goes.  I think if I have some chocolate I'll feel better.  Sorry, the only pictures taken today haven't been developed yet.  Blessings to you all from the holler...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-5703149210858899389?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5703149210858899389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=5703149210858899389&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5703149210858899389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5703149210858899389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/03/girls-only-today.html' title='Girls only today...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-82386042576650400</id><published>2011-03-11T14:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:21:44.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2baieLXqlns/TXqP97o43rI/AAAAAAAABXE/dldlRpprQkg/s1600/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bblue%2Bbells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2baieLXqlns/TXqP97o43rI/AAAAAAAABXE/dldlRpprQkg/s320/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bblue%2Bbells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582932982223134386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I missed Thankful Thursday but I think any and everyday is a good day to be thankful.  As always, we are abundantly blessed by The Lord.   Spring is on it's way and we are being blessed by the first  blooms in the yard.  Our forsythia reminds me of yellow fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GSEjfgL8i0/TXqQQroWsII/AAAAAAAABXc/BBJl3NPcBdo/s1600/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bforsythia%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GSEjfgL8i0/TXqQQroWsII/AAAAAAAABXc/BBJl3NPcBdo/s320/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bforsythia%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582933304343441538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEQS9ov-hzQ/TXqQJ_LIz3I/AAAAAAAABXU/NUL_8l_56Jc/s1600/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bforsythia%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEQS9ov-hzQ/TXqQJ_LIz3I/AAAAAAAABXU/NUL_8l_56Jc/s320/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bforsythia%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582933189330521970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I finished a blanket for a very special baby.   Some people we know opened their home as a foster home a couple of years ago.  Then, as God would have it, they were able to adopt the sweet baby girl that they raised from just a few weeks old.  She is a delight to all and her grandma is taking special care to spoil her as is her duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zRIi6YObgs/TXqP5KAg3II/AAAAAAAABW8/U1l2YsWz9Lk/s1600/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bblanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zRIi6YObgs/TXqP5KAg3II/AAAAAAAABW8/U1l2YsWz9Lk/s320/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bblanket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582932900180974722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speedbump is smiling to show you her fresh cleaned teeth.  She is happy to be home but the girls at our vets office spoil her when she's there so she doesn't mind going at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnLuqkMNTHU/TXqQDcqrYbI/AAAAAAAABXM/cKSHb9B6BCs/s1600/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bbump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnLuqkMNTHU/TXqQDcqrYbI/AAAAAAAABXM/cKSHb9B6BCs/s320/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bbump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582933076988354994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it nice to hear that there are good things that happen in this world filled with trouble?  I don't want to ever take these simple blessings for granted - - new baby in a family, spring flowers, and our Bump having clean teeth.  Make sure to count your blessings; it'll make you smile like Bump!  Weekend blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-82386042576650400?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/82386042576650400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=82386042576650400&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/82386042576650400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/82386042576650400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/03/thankful-friday.html' title='Thankful Friday...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2baieLXqlns/TXqP97o43rI/AAAAAAAABXE/dldlRpprQkg/s72-c/2011%2B03%2B11%2Bblue%2Bbells.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4532299224893120741</id><published>2011-03-02T15:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:50:06.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet little signs of spring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27kB1JJyB4c/TW66e_xbB8I/AAAAAAAABWc/QaLiQ5PlSn0/s1600/2011%2B03%2B02%2Bcrocus%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27kB1JJyB4c/TW66e_xbB8I/AAAAAAAABWc/QaLiQ5PlSn0/s320/2011%2B03%2B02%2Bcrocus%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579602030036191170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I hadn't walked up the hill I would have missed these little crocuses.  They are so short I wouldn't have seen them except I saw their bright yellow heads! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3eyBYEK82Ps/TW66aMNoaKI/AAAAAAAABWU/U8kyILGK0z0/s1600/2011%2B03%2B02%2Bcrocus%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3eyBYEK82Ps/TW66aMNoaKI/AAAAAAAABWU/U8kyILGK0z0/s320/2011%2B03%2B02%2Bcrocus%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579601947476388002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first to bloom in the front flower bed are the buttercups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8Mdr9fwLuo/TW66Vaet4cI/AAAAAAAABWM/Od48pIw9_wk/s1600/2011%2B03%2B02%2Bbuttercups%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8Mdr9fwLuo/TW66Vaet4cI/AAAAAAAABWM/Od48pIw9_wk/s320/2011%2B03%2B02%2Bbuttercups%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579601865406800322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--UjQAfMA2m0/TW66Q2uB_aI/AAAAAAAABWE/jfHVMZM06y4/s1600/2011%2B03%2B02%2Bbuttercups%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--UjQAfMA2m0/TW66Q2uB_aI/AAAAAAAABWE/jfHVMZM06y4/s320/2011%2B03%2B02%2Bbuttercups%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579601787087879586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4532299224893120741?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4532299224893120741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4532299224893120741&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4532299224893120741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4532299224893120741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/03/quiet-little-signs-of-spring.html' title='Quiet little signs of spring...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27kB1JJyB4c/TW66e_xbB8I/AAAAAAAABWc/QaLiQ5PlSn0/s72-c/2011%2B03%2B02%2Bcrocus%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8711651922443339182</id><published>2011-02-24T10:48:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:44:27.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy day sleepyheads...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7PiK_g3gro/TWaM1rcAjTI/AAAAAAAABV8/_djtop2I8Ec/s1600/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2Bviolet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7PiK_g3gro/TWaM1rcAjTI/AAAAAAAABV8/_djtop2I8Ec/s320/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2Bviolet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577300042366094642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is a rainy day in the holler.  My Grandma used to say "it's a dreary day but I guess we'll take it."  The fog has rolled in outside and the dogs look like they've all been given a sedative.  They're just resting up so they can bark at the thunder later when JP and I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, though, we'll pull that straw covering off of the strawberry bed.  The blueberries (center) have been fertilized and the peach trees pruned so we are getting ready for spring.  I need to get my tomato seeds sown so I'll be ready when garden time comes.  Have you done that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wthJ1_7TtcE/TWaMRjHPORI/AAAAAAAABVc/GgaAfA2n-W4/s1600/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wthJ1_7TtcE/TWaMRjHPORI/AAAAAAAABVc/GgaAfA2n-W4/s320/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577299421656201490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scrappy only opened one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6P8BjsS0is4/TWaMjts_MwI/AAAAAAAABV0/cnGt5gfBrUk/s1600/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2Bscrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6P8BjsS0is4/TWaMjts_MwI/AAAAAAAABV0/cnGt5gfBrUk/s320/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2Bscrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577299733736534786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speedbump looks absolutely drugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJwkMsMMw2s/TWaMexEPK-I/AAAAAAAABVs/U8p3htpEN2g/s1600/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2Bbump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJwkMsMMw2s/TWaMexEPK-I/AAAAAAAABVs/U8p3htpEN2g/s320/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2Bbump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577299648740010978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, this black cap chickadee didn't want his picture taken but I waited until he hopped around the feeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSpicMQIr08/TWaMYC7iqlI/AAAAAAAABVk/6Exk8ODNVK8/s1600/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSpicMQIr08/TWaMYC7iqlI/AAAAAAAABVk/6Exk8ODNVK8/s320/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577299533276293714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAnjGotVRfU/TWaMJFHEV2I/AAAAAAAABVU/JY9lkJEzamw/s1600/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAnjGotVRfU/TWaMJFHEV2I/AAAAAAAABVU/JY9lkJEzamw/s320/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577299276163471202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie stays in his kennel when he can; it's his little den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxAk9oWhdlA/TWaMDqxniPI/AAAAAAAABVM/aEWdJn1Jorw/s1600/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Bcharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxAk9oWhdlA/TWaMDqxniPI/AAAAAAAABVM/aEWdJn1Jorw/s320/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Bcharlie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577299183194835186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a rainy day but our spirits are thankful for the liquid sunshine.  Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-8711651922443339182?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8711651922443339182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8711651922443339182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8711651922443339182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8711651922443339182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/02/rainy-day-sleepyheads.html' title='Rainy day sleepyheads...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7PiK_g3gro/TWaM1rcAjTI/AAAAAAAABV8/_djtop2I8Ec/s72-c/2011%2B02%2B24%2Bsleepyheads%2Brainy%2Bday%2Bviolet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-6616222409146232421</id><published>2011-02-17T12:22:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:01:52.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day - and it's only noon!...</title><content type='html'>Today has been such a good day so far!  I got JP off to work, had some breakfast, grabbed the mail and went for a walk to the mailbox and back.  I must have gotten too much fresh air or something on that walk because I came in the house and decided that this is the day I'm gonna finally shampoo our carpets....hoo boy did they need it!  So, of course, I had to detail vacuum before getting the shampooer out.  So, here I go vacuuming along, even getting some of the dust on the tables when schwoop---there goes my favorite gold chain and cross necklace!!  Sigh... I emptied the contents of the canister into a bakery box so I could pull it out and get on with it---was it there? No.  Heavy Sigh... I knew I was gonna have to take that stupid (who's stupid?) thing apart.  So, I got my little screwdriver and took the back part off and fished out my beloved necklace.  Of course, I had the help of Charlie and Violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7raYT8I_arI/TV1pbVAMOwI/AAAAAAAABUc/2XoNR9lV2YE/s1600/2011%2B02%2B17%2Bcharlie%2Bhelping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574727831969872642" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7raYT8I_arI/TV1pbVAMOwI/AAAAAAAABUc/2XoNR9lV2YE/s320/2011%2B02%2B17%2Bcharlie%2Bhelping.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 235px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTpCmmryxjA/TV1pg78wF2I/AAAAAAAABUk/ppR2bzm67bY/s1600/2011%2B02%2B17%2Bhelpers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574727928323774306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTpCmmryxjA/TV1pg78wF2I/AAAAAAAABUk/ppR2bzm67bY/s320/2011%2B02%2B17%2Bhelpers.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 229px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must explain this picture.  I've named it Violet's temptation.  I had a Kleenex next to me while I was working and that is her absolute favorite thing to steal and eat, so she was waiting for me to turn my back.  It's kind of like me trying to ignore a brownie--it's just one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvEEE6G9zs0/TV1plZTfskI/AAAAAAAABUs/6mlZXY_xIg0/s1600/2011%2B02%2B17%2BViolet%2Btemptation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574728004923273794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvEEE6G9zs0/TV1plZTfskI/AAAAAAAABUs/6mlZXY_xIg0/s320/2011%2B02%2B17%2BViolet%2Btemptation.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 210px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got the carpets completely finished!  Yippee... :O) I decided to go outside where the dogs play and walk the fence to make sure no unwelcome guests can just waltz in and Scrappy can't get out.  I found a few spots that needed attention and fixed them and, of course, there was a stick game going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FN9UnQqBg8E/TV1rNV7i7eI/AAAAAAAABU0/NnvIQPtLMew/s1600/2011%2B02%2B17%2Bstick%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574729790723911138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FN9UnQqBg8E/TV1rNV7i7eI/AAAAAAAABU0/NnvIQPtLMew/s320/2011%2B02%2B17%2Bstick%2B01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have forgotten to show you our first batch of homemade wine!  It's White Grape/Cherry and it turned out really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMwN9okWeEY/TV1rWk2Be1I/AAAAAAAABU8/UhRVC5NQvso/s1600/2011%2B02%2B07%2Bfirst%2Bwine%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574729949346102098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMwN9okWeEY/TV1rWk2Be1I/AAAAAAAABU8/UhRVC5NQvso/s320/2011%2B02%2B07%2Bfirst%2Bwine%2B002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 250px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wK_vxLjddOQ/TV1rdJhmhVI/AAAAAAAABVE/bFH6h3bZIyc/s1600/2011%2B02%2B17%2BCorrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574730062271776082" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wK_vxLjddOQ/TV1rdJhmhVI/AAAAAAAABVE/bFH6h3bZIyc/s320/2011%2B02%2B17%2BCorrie.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 226px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day isn't over, Corrie and Daisy have their annual check up this afternoon.  Corrie isn't going to like it but Daisy loves any opportunity to get attention.  Tomorrow I'll take Speedbump and Violet and we'll be all done for another year.   Did I say there wasn't much going on here in a previous post?  What planet was I on that day?  We're enjoying the spring like weather here in the holler and so thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from the holler to you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-6616222409146232421?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6616222409146232421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=6616222409146232421&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6616222409146232421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6616222409146232421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-day-and-its-only-noon.html' title='What a day - and it&apos;s only noon!...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7raYT8I_arI/TV1pbVAMOwI/AAAAAAAABUc/2XoNR9lV2YE/s72-c/2011%2B02%2B17%2Bcharlie%2Bhelping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-5599697410868939589</id><published>2011-02-15T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:54:26.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new under the sun...</title><content type='html'>Hello all, we've been such slackers about doing posts.  There's really nothing new under the sun here in the holler except (insert sound of angels singing) that we've had SUN!!!  Mild temperatures and sunshine,,yeehaw.  Yesterday I went out and pruned back some winter dead stuff that needed to go a long time ago.  I saw signs of spring and felt the sun on my back as I worked in the dirt--heaven on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-5599697410868939589?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5599697410868939589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=5599697410868939589&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5599697410868939589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5599697410868939589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-new-under-sun.html' title='Nothing new under the sun...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1522907466209667750</id><published>2011-02-03T11:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:04:18.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, pictures...</title><content type='html'>What do you do with your pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have nothing to do (oh, sorry, I almost fell out of my chair laughing) I like to scrapbook.  I need to carve out more time for this because we have so many pictures from before digital cameras that need to be preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;   Small scrapbooks make great gifts!  I made four books, one for each of my aunts and my mom of Grandma before she died and they cherish them.  My grandson loves to get pictures of his time with us memorialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUrpOXkLueI/AAAAAAAABT0/7-BP7iAncCU/s1600/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2Bscrapbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUrpOXkLueI/AAAAAAAABT0/7-BP7iAncCU/s320/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2Bscrapbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569520322250258914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm working on a book to hold all of our pictures from when we were into whitewater paddling.  When our son was about 8 or 9 we started canoeing and got the fever.  JP paddled a canoe and son and I paddled kayaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP on the Ocoee River, TN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUrr-bz8N5I/AAAAAAAABUE/To8WYChZzXM/s1600/1990%2BKevin%2Band%2BJoel%2Bon%2Bthe%2BOcoee%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUrr-bz8N5I/AAAAAAAABUE/To8WYChZzXM/s320/1990%2BKevin%2Band%2BJoel%2Bon%2Bthe%2BOcoee%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569523347047069586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on the Nantahala River, NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUrsM3OQrXI/AAAAAAAABUM/E9OgxMviOAI/s1600/1988%2BSusan%2Blesser%2Bwesser%2Bnantahala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUrsM3OQrXI/AAAAAAAABUM/E9OgxMviOAI/s320/1988%2BSusan%2Blesser%2Bwesser%2Bnantahala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569523594923388274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our son on the Cartecay River, GA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUrsSelrl0I/AAAAAAAABUU/SkNgMJ01zS8/s1600/1990%2BCatecay%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUrsSelrl0I/AAAAAAAABUU/SkNgMJ01zS8/s320/1990%2BCatecay%2B01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569523691389949762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures are so blurry but they deserve to be in a book where they won't yellow anymore than they already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you never know what you'll find out about us.  Recalling happy memories is so soothing.  We pray that you all are doing well.  Blessings from the holler to you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1522907466209667750?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1522907466209667750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1522907466209667750&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1522907466209667750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1522907466209667750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/02/pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures, pictures...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUrpOXkLueI/AAAAAAAABT0/7-BP7iAncCU/s72-c/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2Bscrapbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-322473486042324965</id><published>2011-01-26T15:20:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:40:14.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ssssshhh, Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQaFwMDpI/AAAAAAAABSo/OAr_C5U7hMk/s1600/2011%2B01%2B26%2Broses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQaFwMDpI/AAAAAAAABSo/OAr_C5U7hMk/s320/2011%2B01%2B26%2Broses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566607917325225618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I had every intention of making this a wordless Wednesday post but I can't.  I've got stuff to say!!  Those roses are from JP for our anniversary which was last week-- 26 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last night and this morning we had another snowfall.  As soon as I got home today I changed into my mud boots, grabbed the camera and Daisy and I went for a walk up the hill.  It was stunning.  The contrasts of dark and pure white, to me, are beautiful.  You can see the shape of every branch on every tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQfhAbTYI/AAAAAAAABSw/8llt15ey5FQ/s1600/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQfhAbTYI/AAAAAAAABSw/8llt15ey5FQ/s320/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566608010540436866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQkxpuGjI/AAAAAAAABS4/yEcdXhcYBdo/s1600/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQkxpuGjI/AAAAAAAABS4/yEcdXhcYBdo/s320/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566608100907948594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQq7dZgvI/AAAAAAAABTA/VS9TAtjbsas/s1600/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQq7dZgvI/AAAAAAAABTA/VS9TAtjbsas/s320/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566608206619837170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQvyS2T9I/AAAAAAAABTI/OFVSRyBr-BU/s1600/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQvyS2T9I/AAAAAAAABTI/OFVSRyBr-BU/s320/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566608290059014098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how weighed down our little pine trees look.  The snow was wet and heavy.  Of course, before I walked back down the hill I went to each tree and gave it a little kick so the heavy stuff would drop off of the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQ0mb9UII/AAAAAAAABTQ/90KRQPbVx7U/s1600/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQ0mb9UII/AAAAAAAABTQ/90KRQPbVx7U/s320/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566608372775342210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world!  JP, as soon as I snapped this picture I told Spaceghost to quit it and that he is a bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQ5tFL3JI/AAAAAAAABTY/GTWLV13oMgM/s1600/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQ5tFL3JI/AAAAAAAABTY/GTWLV13oMgM/s320/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bcat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566608460458220690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrie and Violet say hi - sorry the picture is so dark, while walking around in the snow I didn't even notice that the clouds had moved back over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQ99stLtI/AAAAAAAABTg/_TY6Ciz735o/s1600/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bcorrie%2Band%2Bviolet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQ99stLtI/AAAAAAAABTg/_TY6Ciz735o/s320/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bcorrie%2Band%2Bviolet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566608533638426322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing good Florida strawberries at the store recently so I got a box last weekend and dipped them in chocolate, they were so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCRB0ZVq-I/AAAAAAAABTo/ibV2iHQ7TMU/s1600/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bstrawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCRB0ZVq-I/AAAAAAAABTo/ibV2iHQ7TMU/s320/2011%2B01%2B26%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bstrawberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566608599860751330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're so thankful for our warm home in the holler.  I'll be quiet now and blessings to you all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-322473486042324965?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/322473486042324965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=322473486042324965&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/322473486042324965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/322473486042324965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/01/ssssshhh-wednesday.html' title='Ssssshhh, Wednesday...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TUCQaFwMDpI/AAAAAAAABSo/OAr_C5U7hMk/s72-c/2011%2B01%2B26%2Broses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8813318109568555497</id><published>2011-01-20T12:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:33:15.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why today?...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I should just do this post in bullet form because I doubt I'll be able to tell the story of my morning and make any sense of it.  Thank you, in advance, for being patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had a really rough couple of days with headaches and last night that was coupled with stomach cramps.  It's all sinus related, not to worry. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are having our home appraised and the appraiser arrived 1 hour after I wake up to do a "walk through."  Of course, the dogs (except for Daisy) were outside in their yard.  He finished taking pictures inside and all he needed to do was go outside and take a few more  pictures.  Within a minute or two he's tapping on my window saying, "Your dogs have just killed a skunk out here!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, I quickly change into clothing suitable for the occasion, get my handgun, shovel and go outside to see what's what.  Sure enough here lies Pepé Le PEEEUUUU!  The dogs are all wired up and with one yell I sent them scattering.  Next, I scoop up Pepé and flip him over the fence.  All the while, mind you, the appraiser is laughing and trying to tell me about the time he was hunting with his father and their hunting dogs got a skunk. Oh yes, he also said "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you."  Ummm, I was thinking, first of all, I'm not laughing and second of all, can't you just leave me to clean up this pack of fools?!?!  He did leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;With Mr. Skunk out of the way I tromp back inside to mix up my special, no fail, get rid of skunk odor potion.  I keep these ingredients on hand always. Want the recipe?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 box of baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of peroxide&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bottle of dawn dish washing liquid&lt;br /&gt;1 small bottle of listerine&lt;br /&gt;3 gallons of warm water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let the bathing begin!  Each of our little darlings was doused with the potion and you have to let it stay on them for at least 15 minutes.  It was so cold that I had to rinse, bathe, and repeat, inside, starting with the least foul among them.  Speedbump and Daisy only had their faces sprayed so they were first, followed by Charlie and Scrappy.  The vilest offenders were Violet and Corrie.  The appraiser told me that Corrie had Pepé in her mouth shaking him.  YUK!  Well, anyway, they got three baths and are, for the most part, back to normal.  Oh, after their baths they were sprayed with "Odo-ban" - great stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, all that was left to do was clean the bathroom, wash about 2 dozen towels and take a shower.  Then I decided it was time for some toast and coffee!  What a day,,before breakfast!  I can smile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm kinda glad there are no pictures to document this morning.  I probably had some kind of fierce crazy look going on.  At least the appraiser has a new funny story to tell.  Oh, did I mention that he got sprayed just a little?  Gotta love it.  Life in the holler, we truly are blessed and hope you are as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/5403700687313339526-8813318109568555497?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8813318109568555497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8813318109568555497&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8813318109568555497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8813318109568555497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-today.html' title='Why today?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8507751123723942572</id><published>2011-01-13T10:35:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T11:41:26.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Spring Yet?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81mjmM_OI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4wkPkpp1-S8/s1600/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bcharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81mjmM_OI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4wkPkpp1-S8/s320/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bcharlie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561723001332628706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The answer to that question is definitely NOT!  Wow, we got lots of snow and we continue to have flurries each day. The dogs like it and are having so much fun, especially Speedbump and Scrappy.  That Charlie was being a photo hog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS8t_-GLhyI/AAAAAAAABRo/QLVaYCkvEjk/s1600/2011%2B01%2B12%2Bscrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS8t_-GLhyI/AAAAAAAABRo/QLVaYCkvEjk/s320/2011%2B01%2B12%2Bscrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561714641849780002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81RKj9s4I/AAAAAAAABR4/3a0tMh-neDc/s1600/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81RKj9s4I/AAAAAAAABR4/3a0tMh-neDc/s320/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561722633835099010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81YRBBgeI/AAAAAAAABSA/3LQsB87_jvQ/s1600/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81YRBBgeI/AAAAAAAABSA/3LQsB87_jvQ/s320/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561722755826680290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my walk to the mailbox today I took a few pictures for you.  I'm not getting out in the snow much, mostly, I'm drinking hot drinks and trying to stay warm while getting the daily chores done.  It's coffee until noon and then I switch over to hot tea for the evening.  Too much caffeine and I start to feel and think like Spongebob Squarepants.  I happened to look at my favorite tea box yesterday, Celestial Seasonings Candy Cane Lane, and saw this quote,  "Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius" - Pietro Aretino.  This struck me as downright dumb!  Love winter?  Na, I don't think so bub, you love it if you want.  Then, this morning as I walked back up the hill and by our flower beds it came to me.  There, under a foot of snow, are bulbs and flowers of all kinds waiting for God to bring the next season, Spring!  Okay, maybe I'll try to like winter a little more Pietro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81sGwPmpI/AAAAAAAABSY/z-P9IyeOSjw/s1600/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bbirds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81sGwPmpI/AAAAAAAABSY/z-P9IyeOSjw/s320/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bbirds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561723096669330066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81fYetuQI/AAAAAAAABSI/dZNolA0WB6E/s1600/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bcreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81fYetuQI/AAAAAAAABSI/dZNolA0WB6E/s320/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bcreek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561722878089345282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS810fkD2_I/AAAAAAAABSg/BYxY2F5ayXw/s1600/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS810fkD2_I/AAAAAAAABSg/BYxY2F5ayXw/s320/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2B017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561723240768068594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did this post make any sense?  I may have rambled on but hopefully you can make some sense out of it.  See, it's about time to switch to de-caff.  Blessings to you all from the frozen holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-8507751123723942572?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8507751123723942572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8507751123723942572&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8507751123723942572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8507751123723942572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-it-spring-yet.html' title='Is It Spring Yet?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TS81mjmM_OI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4wkPkpp1-S8/s72-c/2011%2B01%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bpics%2Bcharlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4016871804396841596</id><published>2011-01-06T16:04:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:00:01.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fun Than New Years Eve...</title><content type='html'>The weather forecast says we'll be having wet/snowy weather for the next few days so I decided to spread more straw out just beyond the back porch to help with the muddy spots.  In Scrappy's world there is no more fun than popping open a bale of straw.  She tears into it like it's filled with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY95zuxcHI/AAAAAAAABRg/-WRf7WSfYQU/s1600/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY95zuxcHI/AAAAAAAABRg/-WRf7WSfYQU/s320/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198853383680114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the other dogs think it's a super fun time but Scrappy is over the top crazy!  Charlie and Daisy bring the stick game to the fresh bed of straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY9vLCNw0I/AAAAAAAABRY/2xIFLZMSnd4/s1600/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY9vLCNw0I/AAAAAAAABRY/2xIFLZMSnd4/s320/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198670660682562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, Speedbump even dives into a fresh pile of straw but look behind her, that blur is Scrappy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY9f8uK7BI/AAAAAAAABRQ/956b9m-Syds/s1600/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY9ZmNnIrI/AAAAAAAABRI/KgBinM8xZCk/s1600/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY9ZmNnIrI/AAAAAAAABRI/KgBinM8xZCk/s320/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198299999118002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY9LoqP3lI/AAAAAAAABRA/itrcEf-fPsY/s1600/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY9LoqP3lI/AAAAAAAABRA/itrcEf-fPsY/s320/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559198060137930322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the sisters, Corrie and Violet are having a good time.  You'll just have to trust me on that one :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY9B6reIYI/AAAAAAAABQ4/zPudBl9-Xac/s1600/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY9B6reIYI/AAAAAAAABQ4/zPudBl9-Xac/s320/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559197893176205698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrappy butts into the stick game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY88q4X3kI/AAAAAAAABQw/2qM2OKkYGyg/s1600/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY88q4X3kI/AAAAAAAABQw/2qM2OKkYGyg/s320/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559197803036008002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun is going over the hill on "fun straw day."  It's time to go in for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY8pfjdXII/AAAAAAAABQg/s_2rCSevZjE/s1600/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2Bsunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY8pfjdXII/AAAAAAAABQg/s_2rCSevZjE/s320/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2Bsunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559197473577983106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay weather, we're as ready as we can get.  Bring it on!  Blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4016871804396841596?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4016871804396841596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4016871804396841596&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4016871804396841596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4016871804396841596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-fun-than-new-years-eve.html' title='More Fun Than New Years Eve...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSY95zuxcHI/AAAAAAAABRg/-WRf7WSfYQU/s72-c/2011%2B01%2B06%2Bfun%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bstraw%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-912943144593674646</id><published>2011-01-04T11:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:40:58.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So what if it's cold outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSNbF3IM_dI/AAAAAAAABQY/FYKbuYB6Vvg/s1600/Thai%2BStk%2Bkabobs%2B071609%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSNbF3IM_dI/AAAAAAAABQY/FYKbuYB6Vvg/s320/Thai%2BStk%2Bkabobs%2B071609%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558386521361153490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I am braving the cold to grill some Thai steak kabobs.  They are so good and you know, there's just something about food prepared over coals.  I've had this picture since I made these last and if you'd like to make them here's the recipe.  We'll have these with zucchini  and I'll fix a batch of pot stickers to round out the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai steak skewers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp lime juice&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp curry powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 can coconut milk&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp crushed red pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all the above together and save out 1/2  to make sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the marinade into a 1 gallon ziplock bag with 2 lbs of sirloin steak cut into 1/2 inch cubes and refrigerate for 2-4 hours.  I stand the bag in a bowl so it doesn't make a mess in the refrigerator.  Then get your grill ready, skewer the steak chunks with onion or whatever vegetables you like, and grill for 6-8 minutes turning occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small sauce pan heat the other half of the coconut milk mixture with 1/4 cup peanut butter for the sauce.  That's it and it's so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you all had a great Christmas and will be blessed in 2011.  We're grillin' even though it's chilly here in the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-912943144593674646?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/912943144593674646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=912943144593674646&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/912943144593674646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/912943144593674646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what-if-its-cold-outside.html' title='So what if it&apos;s cold outside...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TSNbF3IM_dI/AAAAAAAABQY/FYKbuYB6Vvg/s72-c/Thai%2BStk%2Bkabobs%2B071609%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-9097071205073224014</id><published>2010-12-28T11:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:20:22.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it again...</title><content type='html'>Our darling Speedbump has always been a talker.  She started popping her jaws to get attention and she tells us when she wants to go outside.  It's very convenient and entertaining, but now that it's cold outside she likes to go outside enjoy the north wind blow so she's talking all the time!  This past summer, I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://africanwhitechild.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; MAXMOM&lt;/a&gt; to teach Bumpy a hand signal for her to "speak."  I touch my mouth and she woofs!  It's funny, sometimes she stomps her foot if I happen to ignore her.  Charlie is also a talker but your eardrums wouldn't survive the video :O)  So, I took this video this past summer and wanted to share it with you. Oh, in the background is Sweet Violet picking on Charlie, she's just a typical little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxaVnMa1Reo?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxaVnMa1Reo?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-9097071205073224014?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/9097071205073224014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=9097071205073224014&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/9097071205073224014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/9097071205073224014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/12/say-it-again.html' title='Say it again...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-98922574035649550</id><published>2010-12-24T09:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:21:19.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How did they do that?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TRS6Lv9omhI/AAAAAAAABQQ/G9ev7QsMRFA/s1600/Christmas%2Bplay%2Bby%2Bdogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TRS6Lv9omhI/AAAAAAAABQQ/G9ev7QsMRFA/s320/Christmas%2Bplay%2Bby%2Bdogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554268951470971410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's amazing to me how they got all these dogs to "stay!"  We have a hard time getting a picture of our pack without costumes!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, again, from all of us in the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-98922574035649550?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/98922574035649550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=98922574035649550&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/98922574035649550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/98922574035649550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-did-they-do-that.html' title='How did they do that?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TRS6Lv9omhI/AAAAAAAABQQ/G9ev7QsMRFA/s72-c/Christmas%2Bplay%2Bby%2Bdogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-536870422066019617</id><published>2010-12-20T11:39:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:23:42.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall I give Him?...</title><content type='html'>Last year I got to sing in our local town's Christmas choir and it was so much fun.  We sang this song, In the Bleak Midwinter, which was a new one for me but it soon became my favorite and I could barely make it through the song because the words are so beautiful it made me cry (happy tears.)   You can hear it at the link below.  This girl sings like she's just standing there having a beautiful conversation...so effortless.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j7ckgxLR2k&amp;amp;feature=watch_response" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the Bleak Midwinter - Christina Rosetti 1872.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TREmn4eG6II/AAAAAAAABP8/HZK6tzpvCEE/s1600/2010%2B12%2B21%2Bnativity%2Bscenes%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TREmn4eG6II/AAAAAAAABP8/HZK6tzpvCEE/s320/2010%2B12%2B21%2Bnativity%2Bscenes%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553262282139953282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the bleak mid-winter&lt;br /&gt;Frosty wind made moan,&lt;br /&gt;Earth stood hard as iron,&lt;br /&gt;Water like a stone;&lt;br /&gt;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,&lt;br /&gt;Snow on snow,&lt;br /&gt;In the bleak mid-winter&lt;br /&gt;Long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him&lt;br /&gt;Nor earth sustain;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and earth shall flee away&lt;br /&gt;When He comes to reign:&lt;br /&gt;In the bleak mid-winter&lt;br /&gt;A stable-place sufficed&lt;br /&gt;The Lord God Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for Him, whom cherubim&lt;br /&gt;Worship night and day,&lt;br /&gt;A breastful of milk&lt;br /&gt;And a mangerful of hay;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for Him, whom angels&lt;br /&gt;Fall down before,&lt;br /&gt;The ox and ass and camel&lt;br /&gt;Which adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels and archangels&lt;br /&gt;May have gathered there,&lt;br /&gt;Cherubim and seraphim&lt;br /&gt;Thronged the air,&lt;br /&gt;But only His mother&lt;br /&gt;In her maiden bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Worshiped the Beloved&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I give Him,&lt;br /&gt;Poor as I am?&lt;br /&gt;If I were a shepherd&lt;br /&gt;I would bring a lamb,&lt;br /&gt;If I were a wise man&lt;br /&gt;I would do my part,&lt;br /&gt;Yet what I can I give Him,&lt;br /&gt;Give my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TREms4P95TI/AAAAAAAABQE/s8y3MyYyEHA/s1600/2010%2B12%2B21%2Bnativity%2Bscenes%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TREms4P95TI/AAAAAAAABQE/s8y3MyYyEHA/s320/2010%2B12%2B21%2Bnativity%2Bscenes%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553262367979988274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are so thankful for the gift God gave us of our Savior, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas blessings to you all from the holler...&lt;br /&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/5403700687313339526-536870422066019617?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/536870422066019617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=536870422066019617&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/536870422066019617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/536870422066019617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-shall-i-give-him.html' title='What shall I give Him?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TREmn4eG6II/AAAAAAAABP8/HZK6tzpvCEE/s72-c/2010%2B12%2B21%2Bnativity%2Bscenes%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7460697942514430717</id><published>2010-12-14T17:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:12:58.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have we been?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf5Kn9CjXI/AAAAAAAABPk/cjEdhBGwLRE/s1600/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bw%2BK%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf5Kn9CjXI/AAAAAAAABPk/cjEdhBGwLRE/s320/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bw%2BK%2B01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550679026676436338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, no where!  But we had our granddaughter here for a few days while her Dad and Mom went skiing.  So we did crafts, decorated the house, made cookies, watched Christmas movies and played in the snow.  She left yesterday and I'm still recovering but it was fun and worth every memory we made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf4KvByOQI/AAAAAAAABO8/QGixN6XeuYY/s1600/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bpizza%2BK05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf4KvByOQI/AAAAAAAABO8/QGixN6XeuYY/s320/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bpizza%2BK05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550677929063758082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH, it snowed and snowed.  We had only about 4-6 inches but it was enough for the dogs to enjoy and of course we got out and played in it too.&lt;br /&gt;Our snow angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf4dHovVjI/AAAAAAAABPE/3k78pqeu-QY/s1600/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bangels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf4dHovVjI/AAAAAAAABPE/3k78pqeu-QY/s320/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnow%2Bangels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550678244907243058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs had fun, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf43QbhdAI/AAAAAAAABPc/6X3QT6QY0uw/s1600/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bw%2Bcharlie%2Bstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf43QbhdAI/AAAAAAAABPc/6X3QT6QY0uw/s320/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bw%2Bcharlie%2Bstick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550678693944325122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf4yVSbLVI/AAAAAAAABPU/-iPgJRD6aVY/s1600/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bw%2Bbump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf4yVSbLVI/AAAAAAAABPU/-iPgJRD6aVY/s320/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bw%2Bbump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550678609348996434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf4p6y6YGI/AAAAAAAABPM/KT7j-RobpU4/s1600/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bcharlie%2Band%2Bscrappy07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf4p6y6YGI/AAAAAAAABPM/KT7j-RobpU4/s320/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bcharlie%2Band%2Bscrappy07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550678464798548066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, Violet has adopted the Christmas tree as her very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf5VDu2cxI/AAAAAAAABPs/U7Dzp2QHmNI/s1600/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bviolet%2Bunder%2Bthe%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf5VDu2cxI/AAAAAAAABPs/U7Dzp2QHmNI/s320/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bviolet%2Bunder%2Bthe%2Btree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550679205931807506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings from us in the holler to you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-7460697942514430717?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7460697942514430717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7460697942514430717&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7460697942514430717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7460697942514430717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-have-we-been.html' title='Where have we been?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TQf5Kn9CjXI/AAAAAAAABPk/cjEdhBGwLRE/s72-c/2010%2B12%2B13%2Bsnowy%2Bday%2Bw%2BK%2B01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3712140500277158705</id><published>2010-11-30T17:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:55:55.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get in the mood, shall we?...</title><content type='html'>This was sent to me in an e-mail and I just had to share.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nativity scene was built in a church yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night the people came across this scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TPWOwCHEQJI/AAAAAAAABO0/QYbfwqdiULw/s1600/Christmas%2Bdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TPWOwCHEQJI/AAAAAAAABO0/QYbfwqdiULw/s320/Christmas%2Bdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545495472028008594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The abandoned dog was looking for a comfortable, protected place to sleep.  He chose baby Jesus cradle as his comfort.  No one had the heart to send him away so he stayed there all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all have the good sense of this dog and curl up in Jesus' lap for comfort in this weary world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was the e-mail.  Nice, warm fuzzy thoughts.  I wouldn't have left the dog out all night but that's probably why we have six!!  In my imagination, someone took him home and he's living happily ever after.  I hope that in this month you will relax and not let the busyness of the time distract you from the really important things.  As always, blessings to you all from the holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3712140500277158705?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3712140500277158705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3712140500277158705&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3712140500277158705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3712140500277158705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-get-in-mood-shall-we_30.html' title='Let&apos;s get in the mood, shall we?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TPWOwCHEQJI/AAAAAAAABO0/QYbfwqdiULw/s72-c/Christmas%2Bdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7530410161139345049</id><published>2010-11-23T17:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:25:27.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful here in the holler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TOxMlKzatdI/AAAAAAAABOc/B5iyMYATV1I/s1600/007_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TOxMlKzatdI/AAAAAAAABOc/B5iyMYATV1I/s320/007_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542889442825123282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thankful for my wonderful husband.  JP has put up with me for 25+ years.  He is a wonderful father and provider, he loves me.  You know, he doesn't even mind when the house is messy!  Plus, you all know he's a great cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm thankful for my family.  We all get along great, I even am blessed with wonderful in-laws.  I like to call them in-loves because that is what they are to me :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TOxMwH-MynI/AAAAAAAABOk/YwUMRioSt3c/s1600/Fall%2Bscenery%2B10%2B10%2B08%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TOxMwH-MynI/AAAAAAAABOk/YwUMRioSt3c/s320/Fall%2Bscenery%2B10%2B10%2B08%2B010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542889631043603058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for our church family--they're just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The grace and mercy of God towards me is astounding.  He has protected me from serious harm and, to be honest, from myself.  The lesson I'm learning (it's hard to learn lessons) is that I can trust Him for the outcome of my and my family's life.  He cares about each detail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I find it amazing that I can be thankful for people that I've never met but we share our lives here in blogland.  So, Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours and, as always, blessings from the holler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5403700687313339526-7530410161139345049?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7530410161139345049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7530410161139345049&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7530410161139345049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7530410161139345049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-here-in-holler.html' title='Thankful here in the holler...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TOxMlKzatdI/AAAAAAAABOc/B5iyMYATV1I/s72-c/007_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-3836801275761386379</id><published>2010-11-17T16:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:09:15.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't need words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TORRnbW1OmI/AAAAAAAABOU/eXcVwQoNNfE/s1600/2010%2B11%2B17%2Bscrappy%2Bfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TORRnbW1OmI/AAAAAAAABOU/eXcVwQoNNfE/s320/2010%2B11%2B17%2Bscrappy%2Bfree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540643179372821090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's true, we don't need words today, the picture says it all...BUT&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;We are cone free!&lt;br /&gt;Scrappy is healthy and happy!&lt;br /&gt;Mom's legs can finally heal from those bruises from when Scrappy would run into her!&lt;br /&gt;All is well and balanced in the pack.&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful and blessed in the holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-3836801275761386379?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3836801275761386379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=3836801275761386379&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3836801275761386379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/3836801275761386379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-dont-need-words.html' title='We don&apos;t need words...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TORRnbW1OmI/AAAAAAAABOU/eXcVwQoNNfE/s72-c/2010%2B11%2B17%2Bscrappy%2Bfree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2572748230170352935</id><published>2010-11-11T17:10:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:33:06.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day in the holler...</title><content type='html'>We had a glorious day today.  The weather was warm so  I walked all six dogs (not at once) and then they played in the back yard.  Of course, the game is "stick game."  Charlie grabbed this little stick and he and Daisy went at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6vgMr2RI/AAAAAAAABN0/BG764epcrcA/s1600/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bstick%2Bgame%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6vgMr2RI/AAAAAAAABN0/BG764epcrcA/s320/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bstick%2Bgame%2B01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538436598274447634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he brought out his latest toy.....the monster stick!  I have no idea  how he got such a big stick but he loves it and so does Daisy.  He must be trimming the tree line for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx64-UZNMI/AAAAAAAABOE/8H3mUYdVIbc/s1600/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bstick%2Bgame%2B05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx64-UZNMI/AAAAAAAABOE/8H3mUYdVIbc/s320/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bstick%2Bgame%2B05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538436760978666690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6-GyTu_I/AAAAAAAABOM/cjq3fkpOhAw/s1600/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bstick%2Bgame%2B07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6-GyTu_I/AAAAAAAABOM/cjq3fkpOhAw/s320/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bstick%2Bgame%2B07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538436849150966770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx605vVd5I/AAAAAAAABN8/8h48cmrfUZw/s1600/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bstick%2Bgame%2B03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx605vVd5I/AAAAAAAABN8/8h48cmrfUZw/s320/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bstick%2Bgame%2B03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538436691030013842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scrappy is doing so much better and is a menace with that cone.  She uses it like a weapon and I have bruises on the back of my legs from her running into me!  She runs like nothing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6pkfEqpI/AAAAAAAABNs/9QL5il0XgS0/s1600/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bscrappy%2Brunning%2B08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6pkfEqpI/AAAAAAAABNs/9QL5il0XgS0/s320/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bscrappy%2Brunning%2B08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538436496346098322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this picture I'm holding up a dead mouse that I took away from her!  She thinks she's getting it back,,,,she's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6kSQE0kI/AAAAAAAABNk/zM65v82EX5k/s1600/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bscrappy%2Blooking%2B09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6kSQE0kI/AAAAAAAABNk/zM65v82EX5k/s320/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bscrappy%2Blooking%2B09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538436405552009794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dogs adjust so well to whatever circumstances they happen to be in (most anyway.)  I could learn a lesson there for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rest of the gang, just chillin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6IXa9ODI/AAAAAAAABNc/fPqV6i_ADZc/s1600/2010%2B11%2B11%2Brest%2Bof%2Bpack%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6IXa9ODI/AAAAAAAABNc/fPqV6i_ADZc/s320/2010%2B11%2B11%2Brest%2Bof%2Bpack%2B10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538435925903489074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie didn't want to go inside, he was just starting to have fun with his new stick.  Doesn't he look like he's saying...."Five more minutes,,,PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx57omJWrI/AAAAAAAABNU/8MF9t-HSIyQ/s1600/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bcharlie%2Bstick%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx57omJWrI/AAAAAAAABNU/8MF9t-HSIyQ/s320/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bcharlie%2Bstick%2B11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538435707175525042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a blessed weekend from all of us in the holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2572748230170352935?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2572748230170352935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2572748230170352935&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2572748230170352935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2572748230170352935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/11/doing-better-every-day.html' title='Great day in the holler...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNx6vgMr2RI/AAAAAAAABN0/BG764epcrcA/s72-c/2010%2B11%2B11%2Bstick%2Bgame%2B01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1397313589726889363</id><published>2010-11-01T18:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:02:28.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Little Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNMrAmF5aWI/AAAAAAAABM8/Mal1f9VNG5Q/s1600/2010+11+04+poor+scrappy+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNMrAmF5aWI/AAAAAAAABM8/Mal1f9VNG5Q/s320/2010+11+04+poor+scrappy+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535815656193747298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday, Corrie was out sunning in the yard by herself as she loves to do.  THEN something caused all the other dogs to want to be outside at once - they saw a deer or something had their interest.  Scrappy is ALWAYS the first out of the door.  Corrie met her and attacked her.  Corrie is stocky and outweighs Scrappy by at least 20 lbs.  I was yelling at the top of my lungs and had a small shovel that I was trying to use to separate them.  It seemed like it took forever but it was probably only a minute or two.  Never the less, the damage was done and Scrappy was bleeding.  She had one very small puncture wound on her chest so I gave her a bath to make double sure that there were no lacerations.  Corrie was fine except for a nip on top of her nose and, needless to say, has been under extra-close supervision.  She simply can't be allowed to be in the yard alone because she claims it as hers and will fight for it.  We can not allow this behavior!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure that Scrappy was sore so I started her on an anti-inflammatory and was sure she'd just need a few days to recover since she never bled after I brought her inside.  On Saturday she started licking her wound occasionally and then we noticed she was obsessing.  At least that's what I thought she was doing.  By Sunday she had licked a raw spot all around the wound so I got Charlie's cone from when he was neutered and cut it down to fit her.  Problem solved, right?  NOT!  This foul odor was coming from her.  I didn't know where but it was definitely her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNMrFe8-9bI/AAAAAAAABNE/i7Bo1QKgBx8/s1600/2010+11+04+poor+scrappy+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNMrFe8-9bI/AAAAAAAABNE/i7Bo1QKgBx8/s320/2010+11+04+poor+scrappy+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535815740176659890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we decided that on Monday morning she would be the first to the vet since it's about time for their annual check ups anyway.  He shaved the area and oh my, it was disgusting.  That smell was coming from her wound!!!  They put her on antibiotics and an anti-inflammatory and has to wear that cone until she heals.  We decided to leave her with the vet for a couple of days so that they could keep a close watch on the wound and take care of her.  Poor little thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNMrJwqkxzI/AAAAAAAABNM/3nyZ39WbGzc/s1600/2010+11+04+poor+scrappy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNMrJwqkxzI/AAAAAAAABNM/3nyZ39WbGzc/s320/2010+11+04+poor+scrappy+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535815813650761522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now she's home and in good spirits.  We are thankful that God made warning signs like foul odors because if it hadn't been for that the infection would have gone much longer undetected.  So, for a while, we will hand feed her and baby her until she's back to her scrappy self.  We are still so very blessed and thankful in the holler.  Blessings to you all.&lt;br /&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/5403700687313339526-1397313589726889363?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1397313589726889363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1397313589726889363&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1397313589726889363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1397313589726889363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/11/poor-little-thing.html' title='Poor Little Thing...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TNMrAmF5aWI/AAAAAAAABM8/Mal1f9VNG5Q/s72-c/2010+11+04+poor+scrappy+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4370560037943145066</id><published>2010-10-27T13:23:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:32:47.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest musings...</title><content type='html'>Wow, all of a sudden I just have all kinds of things to post on here!  You know how it is. Anyway, a couple of days ago we had some fierce rain which is great for all the plants and to decrease the pollen.  The down side to rainy weather, and something which I brace myself for each year, MUD and more mud!  Scrappy likes to get me ready for the muddy days to come by giving me a little taste of how they will all be trotting in soon.  She usually runs in full out and I try to intercept her before she makes many tracks around the house.  Notice the dirty nose too!  The other day she killed a mouse and brought it to me.  I really appreciate the effort but hate picking up those little buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhysv3t-PI/AAAAAAAABMc/q53DoCejhTs/s1600/2010+10+26+fall+dog+dirty+face+Scrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhysv3t-PI/AAAAAAAABMc/q53DoCejhTs/s320/2010+10+26+fall+dog+dirty+face+Scrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532798255314630898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, Scrappy came in full of herself and wanted to play.  It looks like Violet was telling her that she's got dirty feet and doesn't want to play but that's only half true, as soon as this picture was snapped Violet pounced and the games were on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhyzCIptLI/AAAAAAAABMk/2-GmqiiQxtA/s1600/2010+10+26+fall+dog+pic+violet+and+scrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhyzCIptLI/AAAAAAAABMk/2-GmqiiQxtA/s320/2010+10+26+fall+dog+pic+violet+and+scrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532798363296707762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie is so handsome.  It's hard to get a picture of him because as soon as I get anywhere near his level he's in motion my way--he's such a momma's boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhyfWkCCgI/AAAAAAAABMM/JEPwnquuTQQ/s1600/2010+10+26+fall+dog+charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhyfWkCCgI/AAAAAAAABMM/JEPwnquuTQQ/s320/2010+10+26+fall+dog+charlie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532798025182874114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daisy and Speedbump usually come in and lay right down.  I like that because their mud tracks are shorter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhyYECWmaI/AAAAAAAABME/WQ6KFGEpLjc/s1600/2010+10+26+fall+dog+bump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhyYECWmaI/AAAAAAAABME/WQ6KFGEpLjc/s320/2010+10+26+fall+dog+bump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532797899950692770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhymsRIMGI/AAAAAAAABMU/9SFB-5hiYLM/s1600/2010+10+26+fall+dog+Daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhymsRIMGI/AAAAAAAABMU/9SFB-5hiYLM/s320/2010+10+26+fall+dog+Daisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532798151268249698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on the last of the canning this week.   I made a batch of elderberry jelly and have one more batch to make (these are Christmas gifts.)  We had a less than average harvest this year in our garden because I let "end rot" get the first of our tomato crop.  But I know to nip that in the bud next year because I've got two new favorite tomatoes, the Cherokee Purple and Big Mama Roma.  The Cherokee Purple was a good slicing tomato and Big Mama was great for processing into marinara because it has so few seeds.  How did your garden grow this year and what were your favorites?   Here's some oregano I dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhy41Kt7_I/AAAAAAAABMs/XfJZQCIa8Sc/s1600/2010+10+26+fall+oregano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhy41Kt7_I/AAAAAAAABMs/XfJZQCIa8Sc/s320/2010+10+26+fall+oregano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532798462894927858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what time JP gets home!  He's been so busy at work lately, he comes home when the harvest moon is up.  Well, I'm off to get my carpet scraps out to strategically place around the back door for muddy paws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhy9YQHVYI/AAAAAAAABM0/VG0E-9dH8no/s1600/2010+10+26+when+JP+gets+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhy9YQHVYI/AAAAAAAABM0/VG0E-9dH8no/s320/2010+10+26+when+JP+gets+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532798541032281474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harvest blessings to you all from the holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4370560037943145066?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4370560037943145066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4370560037943145066&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4370560037943145066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4370560037943145066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/10/harvest-musings.html' title='Harvest musings...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMhysv3t-PI/AAAAAAAABMc/q53DoCejhTs/s72-c/2010+10+26+fall+dog+dirty+face+Scrappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-5320754504194136796</id><published>2010-10-25T10:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:25:12.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love Story...</title><content type='html'>I visit a blog called "What matters most is kindness" and this story just blew me away today.  It beats any "chick flick" I've seen all to pieces.  It's about a couple that has been married for 71 years -  I really go for the "true love" stories.  So here's the link,,,please go read and be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whatmattersmostiskindness.com/2010/10/true-love.html" target="_blank"&gt;True Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMWg8ns8rhI/AAAAAAAABL8/kEamgeHy_QI/s1600/karen-tribett-come-grow-old-with-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMWg8ns8rhI/AAAAAAAABL8/kEamgeHy_QI/s320/karen-tribett-come-grow-old-with-me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532004680604626450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in the holler with hearts popping above my head like Olive Oyl for Popeye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-5320754504194136796?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5320754504194136796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=5320754504194136796&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5320754504194136796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/5320754504194136796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-love-story.html' title='True Love Story...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMWg8ns8rhI/AAAAAAAABL8/kEamgeHy_QI/s72-c/karen-tribett-come-grow-old-with-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8958008556235194017</id><published>2010-10-22T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:53:00.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News from the holler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMIVNvdiSPI/AAAAAAAABLs/46qeaTbMjeg/s1600/our+babes+in+the+fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMIVNvdiSPI/AAAAAAAABLs/46qeaTbMjeg/s320/our+babes+in+the+fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531006618187221234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really, the news is that we are so busy these days that I only sit at the computer to get the weather.  I don't watch the news so I jump on here and find out what to wear, should we have the windows open, etc.  It's been lovely here.  The temperatures are mild and kinda cool at night; it's my perfect weather (JP's too.)  The whole pack is in good health and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken at my parents house.  That's our two grandbabes taking a little fall walk a couple of years ago.  It's one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bit of very important news to us is that our soldier is home and with his family.  Praise the Lord!  Blessings to you all from the holler.&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/5403700687313339526-8958008556235194017?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8958008556235194017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8958008556235194017&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8958008556235194017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8958008556235194017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/10/news-from-holler.html' title='News from the holler...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TMIVNvdiSPI/AAAAAAAABLs/46qeaTbMjeg/s72-c/our+babes+in+the+fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4641271868332009626</id><published>2010-10-07T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:21:25.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling...</title><content type='html'>Now, I can tell you that the minute JP sees the title of this post he will think that I'm reporting one of my many stumbles.  I am a klutz and there's no help for it.  He always says that he thinks I should be wrapped in bubble wrap when he's away.  He's a funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this post is celebrating this season of change in the weather.  The temperatures are mild, the trees are changing color and I love it.  One of the showiest trees we have as far as fall color is this maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4M4Q3mnDI/AAAAAAAABKk/LRF-3h5Nup8/s1600/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4M4Q3mnDI/AAAAAAAABKk/LRF-3h5Nup8/s320/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525367953570569266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogwoods are beautiful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NomtC2UI/AAAAAAAABLc/5ITFxw3PpHo/s1600/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+dogwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NomtC2UI/AAAAAAAABLc/5ITFxw3PpHo/s320/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+dogwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368784065583426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a different kind of dogwood and it has these little red balls.  Does anyone know what kind of dogwood this is.  It's the one that has flowers after it's put on its leaves in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NjfhaZtI/AAAAAAAABLU/eLYmkLiggT0/s1600/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+different+dogwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NjfhaZtI/AAAAAAAABLU/eLYmkLiggT0/s320/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+different+dogwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368696238401234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NdhgnF-I/AAAAAAAABLM/JmWGNv9zRHw/s1600/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NdhgnF-I/AAAAAAAABLM/JmWGNv9zRHw/s320/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368593692694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what!  As I walked around taking these pictures I noticed that there were strawberries still on the plant.  Uh, sorry honey, I kind of ate them as I went along.  Trust me, they weren't that good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NxRsdijI/AAAAAAAABLk/7fWMWPcgHnA/s1600/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+strawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NxRsdijI/AAAAAAAABLk/7fWMWPcgHnA/s320/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+strawberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368933044816434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Purple Thai Basil is beautiful now as it goes to seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4M-8SJnaI/AAAAAAAABKs/jgZW_xb-VKE/s1600/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+basil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4M-8SJnaI/AAAAAAAABKs/jgZW_xb-VKE/s320/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+basil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368068303855010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang was so interested in the cat and I as we walked around the front yard.  Well, most everyone was interested.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NFEkYNZI/AAAAAAAABK0/kO9a9EGpJWU/s1600/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+0group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NFEkYNZI/AAAAAAAABK0/kO9a9EGpJWU/s320/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+0group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368173607007634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedbump started getting sleepy sitting there in the sun and I left her alone for her little nap after I snapped this yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NM5zNfhI/AAAAAAAABK8/X1nMuhxQhJ0/s1600/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+bump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NM5zNfhI/AAAAAAAABK8/X1nMuhxQhJ0/s320/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+bump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368308155383314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NUbZGISI/AAAAAAAABLE/x8mfG9eYS_w/s1600/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+bump+yawning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4NUbZGISI/AAAAAAAABLE/x8mfG9eYS_w/s320/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+bump+yawning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525368437431738658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy fall blessings to all of you from all of us in the holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4641271868332009626?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4641271868332009626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4641271868332009626&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4641271868332009626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4641271868332009626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling.html' title='Falling...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TK4M4Q3mnDI/AAAAAAAABKk/LRF-3h5Nup8/s72-c/2010+10+07+fall+scenes+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-4050968340905638477</id><published>2010-09-29T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:03:15.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elderberry Wine...</title><content type='html'>I know Elton John did a song about it, but frankly, I grew tired of ol' Elton decades ago, so let's just leave that song out of it for now.&amp;nbsp; If it's stuck in your head, maybe try singing Amazing Grace to the tune of the Gilligan's Island Theme Song.&amp;nbsp; I've heard that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP here.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I think it's probably been over a year since I posted much of anything on here, so don't faint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to gather quite the wild elderberry harvest this year, much more than what Mrs. JP needs to do a couple of batches of her elderberry jelly, and being the curious and adventurous foodie that I am, I decided that this year I would put that excess of berries to good use and learn the skill of wine making.&amp;nbsp; I read and read information about it, and it is clearly an art that could take years to master, but I found some good information, a good recipe, got the equipment needed and last weekend we set about wine making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with all of the details.&amp;nbsp; A large part of wine making involves getting the right animate and inanimate things into it and keeping the bad animate and inanimate things out.&amp;nbsp; There is good yeasts and bad yeasts, good acids and bad acids, and on and on.&amp;nbsp; The process of sterilizing gloves, spoons, etc. has become a part of our days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we collected elderberries this year, we would freeze them, and then Mrs. JP would go through them to take out any bugs and large stems, put them in a freezer bag and back into the freezer they went.&amp;nbsp; So Friday evening, we put all of the berries into a nylon straining bag, dropped it into a primary fermentor, known in common parlance as a clean, sterilized plastic &lt;b&gt;bucket&lt;/b&gt;, boiled some spring water and dissolved the required amount of sugar into it, poured that over the bag of berries in the primary, pressed the berry bag to release juices, then proceeded to add the necessary chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvEZhmr2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/jVuxTmO_yIs/s1600/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvE7_B0ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/GYS9PbYttrY/s1600/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvE7_B0ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/GYS9PbYttrY/s320/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+001.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvFBeFt_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/tndt2xaQIx8/s1600/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvFBeFt_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/tndt2xaQIx8/s320/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+002.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvFoJX_II/AAAAAAAAAa8/oW38JaHDzIQ/s1600/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvFoJX_II/AAAAAAAAAa8/oW38JaHDzIQ/s320/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+003.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two, more chemicals went in.&amp;nbsp; Day three we woke the wine yeast up by re-hydrating it and encouraging it to procreate and multiply, by feeding it, of all things (hmmmmm?&amp;nbsp; haha).&amp;nbsp; Then, when it had been spurred into all kinds of activity by small additions of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (that's the stuff that is in the primary fermentation bucket, all of that stuff we mixed, the water, the sugar, the berries, the chemicals, whatever, it's all collectively called the must), and was bubbling away happily, we added it into the primary fermentor.&amp;nbsp; Now, we have what's called an S-type air lock on the bucket lid that keeps the oxygen out and lets the excess carbon dioxide out; it kind of burps on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; I never realized how active the fermentation process is.&amp;nbsp; The must is fizzing like some champagne or old fashioned grape soda pop, and it really bubbles up when we have to stir it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvEZhmr2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/jVuxTmO_yIs/s1600/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvEZhmr2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/jVuxTmO_yIs/s320/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a day, we take the lid off, squeeze the berry bag gently and stir the must.&amp;nbsp; It's supposed to ferment like this for fourteen days, then it gets put into a large carboy bottle to continue to ferment and clarify for six months, at which time we stabilize it, make any minor taste adjustments necessary, bottle it and let it age for a year before we get to try it.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, we will get some good wine and not some vinegar or cooking wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do this all over after next year's elderberry harvest, about the time we bottle up the second batch of wine, the first one should be aged and ready to taste.&amp;nbsp; Delayed gratification, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I'm going to keep twenty some odd bottles of wine sitting on a wine rack at an ideal 55° Fahrenheit for months on end, through spring, summer, fall and winter.&amp;nbsp; I guess I'll have a little over six months to figure that one out.&amp;nbsp; I really hope the temperature thing is an ideal, and not a requirement, because I can't afford a walk in refrigerator right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as my dearly beloved says at the end of her posts, "Blessings from the holler, y'all!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-4050968340905638477?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4050968340905638477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=4050968340905638477&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4050968340905638477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/4050968340905638477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/09/elderberry-wine.html' title='Elderberry Wine...'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259288682081685188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/SW5eFbi3TvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Bu7oGw3uPR4/S220/JPs+profile+photo2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlTodgSqiE/TKOvE7_B0ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/GYS9PbYttrY/s72-c/2010+09+25+elderberry+wine+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1003802753545453752</id><published>2010-09-27T16:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:01:12.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TKETzDH50xI/AAAAAAAABKc/ToQ411EsXag/s1600/tngard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TKETzDH50xI/AAAAAAAABKc/ToQ411EsXag/s320/tngard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521716385865650962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my birthday.  I've been thinking about how blessed I am and am just so thankful for my wonderful life.  It really is wonderful!  I have a great family that I love--I even have great in-laws, both mom-in-law and daughter-in-law are dear to me.  I've been pretty spoiled all my life.  God has blessed me with a wonderful husband and son, not to mention grandbabies.  I can worship without fear or oppression.  I do not know what it is to starve.  I've never been rich by the standards of most people but I certainly count myself as rich in every way that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mom made a wonderful lunch for all of us and she made my favorite birthday cake.  I got to talk to my son who is on the other side of the world doing his thing and hopefully will be home in a month.  My daughter-in-love bought me a cool musical birthday card (James Brown singing.......I FEEL GOOD) and some sweet University of Tennessee pajama pants.  My brother and sister-in-law gave me a Starbucks gift bag, kitchen towels and a recipe book.  JP gave me some lovely sapphire earrings and some other stuff he doesn't know he bought!!  LOL.  He's so great.  Speaking of JP, he out did himself on birthday cards--he got me two.  I have to share them with you, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one says: (he gave me this one at my parents yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Front of the card......... I really hope you like this birthday card...&lt;br /&gt;Inside........ Somebody farted in the card shop and I could only hold my breath long enough to grab this one!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and many more.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told him he was probably the inspiration for the card)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one I got this morning:  Ready???&lt;br /&gt;Front:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For My Wife with Love&lt;br /&gt;A Birthday Poem for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss ya&lt;br /&gt;When I miss ya&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;tired or lazy,&lt;br /&gt;When we're busy,&lt;br /&gt;In a tizzy,&lt;br /&gt;When I drive you Kinda crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When we're romantic&lt;br /&gt;or almost frantic,&lt;br /&gt;When we're apart or we're together&lt;br /&gt;One thing's certain&lt;br /&gt;(And I'm not just flirtin')&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart, forever.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,,,everybody say "aaaawwwwwww."  Wasn't that nice?  See, I told you, I really have a wonderful life.  I'm having a great birthday and hoping that you are as blessed as I am...here in the holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1003802753545453752?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1003802753545453752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1003802753545453752&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1003802753545453752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1003802753545453752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TKETzDH50xI/AAAAAAAABKc/ToQ411EsXag/s72-c/tngard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8765926833220936074</id><published>2010-09-23T15:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:27:51.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbecue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJu_FZKkUDI/AAAAAAAABJs/fFHPb83yUPo/s1600/Beech+Grove+Cumberland+Presbyterian+Church.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520215867648135218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJu_FZKkUDI/AAAAAAAABJs/fFHPb83yUPo/s320/Beech+Grove+Cumberland+Presbyterian+Church.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 258px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago we had Homecoming Day at our church.  It was a great time, we honored three of our members who are over 90 years old and had grown up going to this little church. Our church building was built in the late 1800's and the cemetery on the property has graves from before the civil war, some dated as far back as the early 1800s and late 1700s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to get off on that rabbit trail but the history of our church and the surrounding area is so interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had volunteered to bring smoked pork and Barbecue sauce for our part of the meal, and what a meal it was.    Everyone liked the Barbecue and we sent plates home with lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thursday before, we bought a case of pork butts at Sam's and let them sit in the refrigerator overnight with dry rub on them (we put two in a 2 gallon plastic bag and stack them up that way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got up super early on Friday morning and got them smoking. Notice that it's still dark outside in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJvAXHZIbjI/AAAAAAAABJ0/TmHwSWj_Gj0/s1600/2010+09+10+BBQ+day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520217271626657330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJvAXHZIbjI/AAAAAAAABJ0/TmHwSWj_Gj0/s320/2010+09+10+BBQ+day+002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They smoked all day and into the night --18 hours total.  After they reach the proper internal temperature, they go in plastic bags to rest and cool.  Then the next morning, we pulled the meat and JP chopped it up some to make it easier to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cooked butts after resting for a while, ready to be pulled apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJvAeX2XfHI/AAAAAAAABJ8/ctU5R-IDnsc/s1600/2010+09+10+BBQ+day+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520217396303330418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJvAeX2XfHI/AAAAAAAABJ8/ctU5R-IDnsc/s320/2010+09+10+BBQ+day+005.jpg" style="display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(JP here: It's especially delicious piled high on a soft hamburger bun,  with some of the barbecue sauce poured over it and a large dollop of  cole slaw to finish it off..... yum, yum.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJvAlpz_ZJI/AAAAAAAABKE/En3DhRAC0bI/s1600/2010+09+10+BBQ+day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520217521384285330" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJvAlpz_ZJI/AAAAAAAABKE/En3DhRAC0bI/s320/2010+09+10+BBQ+day+004.jpg" style="display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, we didn't want to waste all of those smoky bones, so JP made stock with them.  We froze the stock and can use it to make soups when the weather is cold, or to flavor rice dishes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a lot of work to crank out a case of pulled pork barbecue,&amp;nbsp; but it's worth it.  We still have some in the freezer and gave some to my Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP again: We can have barbecue sammiches, barbecue potatoes, barbecue fried rice, barbecue pizza.... I'll quit now because I'm starting to sound like Bubba from the Forrest Gump movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-8765926833220936074?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8765926833220936074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8765926833220936074&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8765926833220936074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8765926833220936074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/09/bbq.html' title='Barbecue...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJu_FZKkUDI/AAAAAAAABJs/fFHPb83yUPo/s72-c/Beech+Grove+Cumberland+Presbyterian+Church.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1222867020537746660</id><published>2010-09-16T11:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:50:20.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog For Sale (wink)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJJKl23aVBI/AAAAAAAABJg/CK0kk-GDNyc/s1600/smiling+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJJKgTUkNAI/AAAAAAAABJY/gfMeF_N_ZWo/s1600/lazy+hound+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJJKgTUkNAI/AAAAAAAABJY/gfMeF_N_ZWo/s320/lazy+hound+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517554412285080578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A Guy is driving around the back roads of Montana and sees a sign in front of an old shanty style house: "Talking Dog For Sale."  He knocks on the door and the owner tells him the dog is in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy goes in the back yard and sure enough there's a nice looking hound back there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You talk?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep" the dog replies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?'   The Dog looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young.  I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA.  In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.  I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years.  But all the travel really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down.  I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in.  I discovered some incredible dealing and was awarded a batch of medals.  Then, I retired, got married and had a bunch of puppies and now I'm retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was amazed.  He went back up to the house and asked the owner how much he wanted for the talking dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten Dollars" says the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten Dollars, that dog is amazing, why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because, he's a liar, he never did any of that stuff!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJJKl23aVBI/AAAAAAAABJg/CK0kk-GDNyc/s1600/smiling+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJJKl23aVBI/AAAAAAAABJg/CK0kk-GDNyc/s320/smiling+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517554507725820946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this story in an e-mail and it made me laugh....maybe it was the sinus medicine.  Have a happy day from all of us in the holler... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-1222867020537746660?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1222867020537746660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1222867020537746660&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1222867020537746660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1222867020537746660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/09/dog-for-sale-wink.html' title='Dog For Sale (wink)...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TJJKgTUkNAI/AAAAAAAABJY/gfMeF_N_ZWo/s72-c/lazy+hound+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8329205899257286131</id><published>2010-09-07T11:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:56:05.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're still here in the holler...</title><content type='html'>I've wanted to post something new.   I'd sit and think about what I could tell you,  pictures I could take, and you know, there has really been nothing new here in the holler.   Life goes on--I'm so thankful for the routines and sameness in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZs2TBTAyI/AAAAAAAABII/KdBpTI70wBk/s1600/2010+09+07+dogs+say+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZs2TBTAyI/AAAAAAAABII/KdBpTI70wBk/s320/2010+09+07+dogs+say+hi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514214473836200738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, really, now that I think about it there have been a few things.  The temperatures are not oppressive, even pleasantly cool in the evenings.  Fall is in the air and I like that lots.  The trees are just barely starting to change.  Our neighbors (the cows) come to see us in the evenings because they like the light outside our house.  I love the babies, especially this little white-face baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZspVBqYII/AAAAAAAABH4/my6cHdjX6R8/s1600/2010+09+07+white+faced+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZspVBqYII/AAAAAAAABH4/my6cHdjX6R8/s320/2010+09+07+white+faced+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514214251036303490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I cleaned out the smoker so that we'll be ready to smoke some pork at the end of the week.  We're having "Homecoming Sunday" this weekend at church. So, we'll have a big lunch after church and we're taking pulled pork.  There will be so much food there, I really should eat less all week so I can hover over the buffet (desserts of all kinds,,,yummm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZswOLX64I/AAAAAAAABIA/jneHB-4N6Kc/s1600/2010+09+07+clean+smoker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZswOLX64I/AAAAAAAABIA/jneHB-4N6Kc/s320/2010+09+07+clean+smoker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514214369457073026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I cleaned out the smoker I was so dirty I decided to get another chore over with that I've been putting off.  I pulled up all of the garden except the pepper plants, marigolds, and these tropical pea plants that look like small trees.  The peppers are still producing.  The pigeon peas are just now putting on pea pods and I don't think we'll ever get any before frost but they look neat to me, so I left them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZtWnP-RuI/AAAAAAAABIY/Mr8NceNUoA4/s1600/2010+09+07+garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZtWnP-RuI/AAAAAAAABIY/Mr8NceNUoA4/s320/2010+09+07+garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514215029022279394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did finish a scrappy fall lap quilt.  I used leftover pieces of quilts I'd made to make it.  I bought a darning foot so I could learn to do free motion quilting and decided to learn on this quilt.  Let me just say that I have a long way to go in learning this technique.  To me it was the quilting equivalent  to a full body workout.  My shoulders were cramping, my back was hurting and I'm pretty sure that I clenched my teeth through the whole ordeal.  I did learn some but it was painful--I guess that's how a lot of life lessons are, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZs9BMVO5I/AAAAAAAABIQ/9QlsIEDgnPw/s1600/2010+09+07+fall+lap+quilt+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZs9BMVO5I/AAAAAAAABIQ/9QlsIEDgnPw/s320/2010+09+07+fall+lap+quilt+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514214589309729682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess the next time I think that nothing is new around here I should sit down and just start typing and I'll think of all kinds of things I want to tell you.  We are blessed beyond measure and so very thankful for The Lord's daily mercy to us.  Blessings from all of us here in the holler...&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/5403700687313339526-8329205899257286131?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8329205899257286131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8329205899257286131&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8329205899257286131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8329205899257286131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-still-here-in-holler.html' title='We&apos;re still here in the holler...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TIZs2TBTAyI/AAAAAAAABII/KdBpTI70wBk/s72-c/2010+09+07+dogs+say+hi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2837438050581838133</id><published>2010-08-26T12:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:27:36.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Ole' Dose of Cute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THahpFu3hOI/AAAAAAAABGw/bs6g-RXWef8/s1600/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%2847%29rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THahpFu3hOI/AAAAAAAABGw/bs6g-RXWef8/s320/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%2847%29rs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509768921419842786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who in this world doesn't love puppies?  I mean, really!  My friend, MaxMom, is going to get a new puppy soon and she said that I could post pictures of him.  I look forward to her posting the pictures of her visits with him like he's going to be mine.  Go to her blog -  &lt;a href="http://africanwhitechild.blogspot.com/2010/08/ruffitwood-out-of-africa.html" target="_blank"&gt;LIVING LIFE TO THE MAX&lt;/a&gt;, for updates.  Don't worry, JP, I'm not getting puppy fever; I know we are at full capacity!!  So, everyone relax and soak up the cuteness.  I guarantee that you will smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THah4LQoGcI/AAAAAAAABHA/TfDHXoClryg/s1600/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%2868%29ARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THah4LQoGcI/AAAAAAAABHA/TfDHXoClryg/s320/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%2868%29ARS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509769180601653698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaiBtJRvOI/AAAAAAAABHI/GE-FHfam2FQ/s1600/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%2879%29ARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaiBtJRvOI/AAAAAAAABHI/GE-FHfam2FQ/s320/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%2879%29ARS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509769344316456162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaiKSnlorI/AAAAAAAABHQ/FH9Ei2Ul7L8/s1600/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%2892%29rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaiKSnlorI/AAAAAAAABHQ/FH9Ei2Ul7L8/s320/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%2892%29rs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509769491814654642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorites, look at him chugging along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaiP4k1OqI/AAAAAAAABHY/M0gv9VERyXM/s1600/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%28114%29rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaiP4k1OqI/AAAAAAAABHY/M0gv9VERyXM/s320/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%28114%29rs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509769587902986914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then there's sleeping puppy, awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaiV-NlG5I/AAAAAAAABHg/hPjNA6XiUGk/s1600/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%28137%29RS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaiV-NlG5I/AAAAAAAABHg/hPjNA6XiUGk/s320/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%28137%29RS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509769692495289234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaibmcyOCI/AAAAAAAABHo/ylez2e4yUrg/s1600/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%28177%29rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THaibmcyOCI/AAAAAAAABHo/ylez2e4yUrg/s320/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%28177%29rs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509769789195827234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings from the holler to you all...&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/5403700687313339526-2837438050581838133?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2837438050581838133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2837438050581838133&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2837438050581838133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2837438050581838133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-ole-dose-of-cute.html' title='A Big Ole&apos; Dose of Cute...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/THahpFu3hOI/AAAAAAAABGw/bs6g-RXWef8/s72-c/PUPPIES+22+AUGUST+2010+%2847%29rs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-800470654094233273</id><published>2010-08-18T16:10:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:17:06.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Sunshine...</title><content type='html'>I went to the porch to snap a picture of these pretty butterflies.  We've had lots of butterflies this year and I should have been taking more pictures.  There's a pretty one that's black with turquoise spots but I've missed taking that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxNyUmFgPI/AAAAAAAABGI/Io32BI1NbGY/s1600/2010+08+18+butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxNyUmFgPI/AAAAAAAABGI/Io32BI1NbGY/s320/2010+08+18+butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506861971284525298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, the rain started and I just sat down in my rocker (good old fashioned wood rocker) and enjoyed the view until I was chased inside by blowing drops.  God has blessed us with such beauty.   I look around and remember why the mountain range near us is called the Smokey Mountains.  The fog raises between the hills and looks like smoke--so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxOFfjRVjI/AAAAAAAABGQ/b_F4v_GjIHE/s1600/2010+08+18+rainy+day+east+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxOFfjRVjI/AAAAAAAABGQ/b_F4v_GjIHE/s320/2010+08+18+rainy+day+east+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506862300643022386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxOJ1BJNnI/AAAAAAAABGY/VjIzA_-pssQ/s1600/2010+08+18+rainy+day+easterly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxOJ1BJNnI/AAAAAAAABGY/VjIzA_-pssQ/s320/2010+08+18+rainy+day+easterly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506862375124940402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxOTYavcQI/AAAAAAAABGo/MlYn4lArm50/s1600/2010+08+18+rainy+day+south+east+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxOTYavcQI/AAAAAAAABGo/MlYn4lArm50/s320/2010+08+18+rainy+day+south+east+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506862539246366978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxOPGbnxSI/AAAAAAAABGg/kcDWNFcDlps/s1600/2010+08+18+rainy+day+north+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxOPGbnxSI/AAAAAAAABGg/kcDWNFcDlps/s320/2010+08+18+rainy+day+north+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506862465698743586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shower is such a nice break from the hot summer days.  Fall is just around the corner; I'm really looking forward to it.  Blessings to you all from the holler... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Definition of holler -&lt;br /&gt;noun - valley -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;to&lt;/span&gt;The shepherds took the sheep to &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;graze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;t to define our little place until a friend asked the other day.  So sorry!&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you all have a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;Hollow pronounced by locals (holler) - a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;valley:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;graze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hollow.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Where we live there are steep hills.  You either live on top of the hill or in the holler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &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/5403700687313339526-800470654094233273?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/800470654094233273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=800470654094233273&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/800470654094233273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/800470654094233273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/08/liquid-sunshine.html' title='Liquid Sunshine...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxNyUmFgPI/AAAAAAAABGI/Io32BI1NbGY/s72-c/2010+08+18+butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-521238995465683517</id><published>2010-08-18T15:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:20:48.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxK-tEmotI/AAAAAAAABF4/a290n1zzEnM/s1600/2010+08+18+bump+after+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxK-tEmotI/AAAAAAAABF4/a290n1zzEnM/s320/2010+08+18+bump+after+bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506858885478523602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the dreaded bath day.  I say "dreaded" because no one likes it.   But, bathe we must. I start out with Corrie first because she really, really gets nervous and so we just get it out of the way "quick like pulling off a band-aid."  Next was her sister Violet, Charlie, Daisy, Speedbump and Scrappy (she's always last because hers is the easiest.)  Afterward I clean the bathroom and gather the pile of towels and walk through the house enjoying the calm after the storm.  They're all so relaxed and taking their good "after bath" naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxLD_-mXZI/AAAAAAAABGA/sSNK0c8a5c0/s1600/2010+08+18+Charlie+after+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxLD_-mXZI/AAAAAAAABGA/sSNK0c8a5c0/s320/2010+08+18+Charlie+after+bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506858976452959634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whew, we're all glad that's over.  What they always forget is that tomorrow is brushing all the loose fur day!  It's not so bad and helps with the shedding until next time.&lt;br /&gt;Squeaky clean in the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-521238995465683517?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/521238995465683517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=521238995465683517&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/521238995465683517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/521238995465683517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/08/bath-day.html' title='Bath day...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGxK-tEmotI/AAAAAAAABF4/a290n1zzEnM/s72-c/2010+08+18+bump+after+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8240519333522975307</id><published>2010-08-17T09:36:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:29:04.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Front yard to Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqmb2NRBOI/AAAAAAAABEw/6hUfNuxkWpE/s1600/2010+08+17+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqmb2NRBOI/AAAAAAAABEw/6hUfNuxkWpE/s320/2010+08+17+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506396491751687394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case you were wondering, here's how our garden grows.  It's a jungle out there!  Notice the garden glove on the fence post in the picture above.  It's like my garden is shaking it's fist at me.  Anyway, the tomatoes are almost done; the Lima beans, cucumbers and zucchini have been pulled up; the peppers are in their peak (what am I going to do with all these jalepeños?)  The tall plant you see on the left is a tropical pea called Gandules or Pigeon peas, it apparently needs a long growing season because it's just now started blooming and putting on peas.  I hope we get to, at least, taste a fresh batch of peas in a pot of arroz con gandules (rice and peas Puerto Rican style.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGql9xXQ7WI/AAAAAAAABEo/GT9bebp8hUU/s1600/2010+08+17+garden+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGql9xXQ7WI/AAAAAAAABEo/GT9bebp8hUU/s320/2010+08+17+garden+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506395975055371618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I was able to get a few pictures of our standard routine.  First, someone spots the turkeys trying to have a nice calm walk up the hill.  As you can see this momma turkey wants no part of pictures and gets her little one on the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqolLg4etI/AAAAAAAABFw/65C4uQ1YlOc/s1600/2010+08+17+Turkeys+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqolLg4etI/AAAAAAAABFw/65C4uQ1YlOc/s320/2010+08+17+Turkeys+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506398851113188050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, Scrappy or Corrie spots the movement at the top of the hill and the begging and whining starts at the door.  Scrappy is bouncing like Tigger at the door and Violet is whining in piercing barks at the rear of the pack.  So, to save my hearing, I make my way through the pack to the door and release the hounds!  Up the hill they go, as fast as they can (Scrappy is always in front!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnGVXGWaI/AAAAAAAABE4/9bwa2SoYa-c/s1600/2010+08+17+Turkeys+garden+dogs+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnGVXGWaI/AAAAAAAABE4/9bwa2SoYa-c/s320/2010+08+17+Turkeys+garden+dogs+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506397221668936098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnR0AGmOI/AAAAAAAABFA/X1e7JQMISTc/s1600/2010+08+17+bump+and+corrie+dogs+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnR0AGmOI/AAAAAAAABFA/X1e7JQMISTc/s320/2010+08+17+bump+and+corrie+dogs+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506397418872543458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie nearly always turns and runs back down the hill.  He's not really into confrontation :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnW7SYjYI/AAAAAAAABFI/LpxcYXLd6v4/s1600/2010+08+17+charlie+runs+back++008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnW7SYjYI/AAAAAAAABFI/LpxcYXLd6v4/s320/2010+08+17+charlie+runs+back++008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506397506727611778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I happen to be standing there, he grabs his Frisbee and trots around trying to lure me into a game of fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqncSNr9YI/AAAAAAAABFQ/BCnpU3adJaM/s1600/2010+08+17+charlie+frisbee+dogs+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqncSNr9YI/AAAAAAAABFQ/BCnpU3adJaM/s320/2010+08+17+charlie+frisbee+dogs+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506397598781273474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daisy is always available to give him her opinion and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnwXD4s4I/AAAAAAAABFg/DJOU-C27pQ4/s1600/2010+08+17+Turkeys+garden+dogs+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnwXD4s4I/AAAAAAAABFg/DJOU-C27pQ4/s320/2010+08+17+Turkeys+garden+dogs+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506397943679726466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqn42BWMNI/AAAAAAAABFo/Cgfe-5uqBaw/s1600/2010+08+17+Turkeys+garden+dogs+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqn42BWMNI/AAAAAAAABFo/Cgfe-5uqBaw/s320/2010+08+17+Turkeys+garden+dogs+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506398089429528786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JP, wouldn't you say this happens all day?  It's not always turkeys that they are chasing, sometimes I think Scrappy just gets bored and leads them all on a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; wild goose chase&lt;/span&gt;!  Okay, I thought that was pretty funny.  JP knows, I crack myself up sometimes.  It's nice to be able to entertain yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnn5-zPVI/AAAAAAAABFY/wW2jnW7ezJw/s1600/2010+08+17+Turkeys+garden+dogs+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqnn5-zPVI/AAAAAAAABFY/wW2jnW7ezJw/s320/2010+08+17+Turkeys+garden+dogs+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506397798434815314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessings to you from the gang in the holler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-8240519333522975307?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8240519333522975307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8240519333522975307&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8240519333522975307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8240519333522975307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/08/front-yard-to-back.html' title='Front yard to Back...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGqmb2NRBOI/AAAAAAAABEw/6hUfNuxkWpE/s72-c/2010+08+17+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8064828842452195962</id><published>2010-08-09T10:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:07:55.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zucchini cakes...</title><content type='html'>This year I planted one zucchini plant and I've been really impressed with it's versatility.  I've made bread, relish, muffins and these super easy and good cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGAnNvnLbwI/AAAAAAAABEY/Bol33agAgUU/s1600/2010+08+06+zucchini+cakes+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGAnNvnLbwI/AAAAAAAABEY/Bol33agAgUU/s320/2010+08+06+zucchini+cakes+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503441861719322370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zucchini Cakes&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cup shredded zucchini&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;3 Tablespoons Bisquick&lt;br /&gt;3 Tablespoons Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons bacon bits&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;pepper to your liking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients and pan fry in olive oil until brown.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from the holler...&lt;br /&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/5403700687313339526-8064828842452195962?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8064828842452195962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8064828842452195962&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8064828842452195962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8064828842452195962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/08/zucchini-cakes.html' title='Zucchini cakes...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TGAnNvnLbwI/AAAAAAAABEY/Bol33agAgUU/s72-c/2010+08+06+zucchini+cakes+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2571818276144976583</id><published>2010-08-06T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:26:06.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This cracked me up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFyLQNGKDLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/tEWBJLk7Klk/s1600/Dogs+at+the+computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFyLQNGKDLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/tEWBJLk7Klk/s320/Dogs+at+the+computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502425955249556658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so easy!  I love to laugh and I look for opportunities to just "get my tickle box turned over."  Latest favorite show to laugh at-- World's Dumbest........  I know it's not the cleanest entertainment but I look forward to laughing at them every Thursday.  You all have a great weekend from all of us in the holler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-2571818276144976583?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2571818276144976583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2571818276144976583&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2571818276144976583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2571818276144976583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-cracked-me-up.html' title='This cracked me up...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFyLQNGKDLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/tEWBJLk7Klk/s72-c/Dogs+at+the+computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2467374105841667162</id><published>2010-08-02T16:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:47:22.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The attack of the toilet paper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFc8CDVdZmI/AAAAAAAABEA/DJPD1qxViMs/s1600/2010+07+31Charlie+and+the+toilet+pper+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFc8CDVdZmI/AAAAAAAABEA/DJPD1qxViMs/s320/2010+07+31Charlie+and+the+toilet+pper+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500931475809068642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other night as I sat in my chair watching television with our visiting grandbabe I saw the weirdest thing.  Charlie was backing up, down the hallway, as fast as he could; he had his head down and then I recognized what was on his head, toilet paper!  Not only was it on his head, it was all the way down the hallway coming out of the spare bathroom.  I had to laugh at the poor goof.  I think he was probably checking out the trash can (good smelling stuff in there), raised his head and that's when the toilet paper jumped him.  He tried to get away from it but it wouldn't let go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are recreations, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFc75Wj2I7I/AAAAAAAABD4/i9NoEVFQXhI/s1600/2010+07+31Charlie+and+the+toilet+par+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFc75Wj2I7I/AAAAAAAABD4/i9NoEVFQXhI/s320/2010+07+31Charlie+and+the+toilet+par+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500931326350861234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFc8NikF5VI/AAAAAAAABEI/JnFaMivYXXE/s1600/2010+07+31Charlie+and+the+toilet+per+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFc8NikF5VI/AAAAAAAABEI/JnFaMivYXXE/s320/2010+07+31Charlie+and+the+toilet+per+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500931673170502994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awww Charlie, we know you didn't mean to make a mess you big goof.  Good times in the holler...&lt;br /&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/5403700687313339526-2467374105841667162?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2467374105841667162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2467374105841667162&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2467374105841667162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2467374105841667162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/08/attack-of-toilet-paper.html' title='The attack of the toilet paper...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFc8CDVdZmI/AAAAAAAABEA/DJPD1qxViMs/s72-c/2010+07+31Charlie+and+the+toilet+pper+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-1971186563572171199</id><published>2010-07-28T09:37:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:36:35.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin?...</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy week thus far, but, tonight our sweet granddaughter is coming to visit for a few days, so we kick into fun times!!  I must share something first.  During my quiet time this morning I read a verse in Proverbs that struck me as so profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=proverbs%2014:1&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;Proverbs 14:1 The wise woman builds her house,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=proverbs%2014:1&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;But the foolish tears it down with her own hands.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about the influence you have in your home, on your husband and family, it is quite sobering.  I can build my home with a kind heart and kind words, with prayer, organization, provision, a good attitude  and respect.  I can also tear it down with bitterness, laziness, a quick temper and by being judgmental.  This is the lesson I learned today.  And please, know that I'm judging myself here.  I really want to be more simple, not mentally (LOL), but spiritually.  Life is too short to be hard to figure out, moody and complex.  Wow,,,okay,,,I'm done with the heavy stuff, but I had to share what I learned from God's Word and I pray that it blesses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I've been trying to keep up with the produce from our tiny garden and from the peach trees.  Peach season is officially over.  We have some peaches to eat on and I made my last batch of peach jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFZx2M4QI/AAAAAAAABDA/M31rO9T8b4E/s1600/canning+peaches++2010+0728+002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971454199095554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFZx2M4QI/AAAAAAAABDA/M31rO9T8b4E/s320/canning+peaches++2010+0728+002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zucchini is producing more than we can eat so I made a small batch of relish.  I don't know how it'll turn out; when I tasted it I thought it was more like a chow chow.  Either way, it's something we'll use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFunKaT-I/AAAAAAAABDg/waFmvtNHk5s/s1600/canning+zuchini+relish+2010+0728+004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971812108324834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFunKaT-I/AAAAAAAABDg/waFmvtNHk5s/s320/canning+zuchini+relish+2010+0728+004.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lena reminded me of the salsa recipe I used from last year, so I made a batch of that.  The one jar that didn't get filled all the way is for us to enjoy this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFpj1447I/AAAAAAAABDY/2lwumznl4fU/s1600/cannin+salsa+2010+0728+003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971725317596082" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFpj1447I/AAAAAAAABDY/2lwumznl4fU/s320/cannin+salsa+2010+0728+003.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, also from Lena, I used her &lt;a href="http://sleepingdogbakery.blogspot.com/2010/04/helpful-hints-sourdough-starter.html" target="_blank"&gt;starter resipe&lt;/a&gt;  to make sourdough bread.  The one on the right is cinnamon/raisin bread which I will put a glaze on.  I've been craving french toast, so I pretty much know what I'll be doing with the other loaf. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFfFg15-I/AAAAAAAABDI/nzEuX-877TM/s1600/2010+07+28+006+sourdough+and++raisen++bread.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971545377564642" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFfFg15-I/AAAAAAAABDI/nzEuX-877TM/s320/2010+07+28+006+sourdough+and++raisen++bread.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 196px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these pictures of the gang (the ones who would cooperate anyway) sending you greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFlAYkgZI/AAAAAAAABDQ/f3iki4gMgLA/s1600/2010+07028+Daisy+Bump+and+Violet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971647079907730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFlAYkgZI/AAAAAAAABDQ/f3iki4gMgLA/s320/2010+07028+Daisy+Bump+and+Violet.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 290px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBF0IWkZlI/AAAAAAAABDo/VtPWSTPggKY/s1600/charlie+dogs+2010+0728+008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971906917033554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBF0IWkZlI/AAAAAAAABDo/VtPWSTPggKY/s320/charlie+dogs+2010+0728+008.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 271px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little goof is coming to visit today.  She took this picture of herself using her mom's cell phone.  Our daughter-in-love was taking a nap (I think that's what happened anyway) and someone decided to play with the cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBGbQDfzdI/AAAAAAAABDw/gTd43rKiHjY/s1600/IMG_0577.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498972578999422418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBGbQDfzdI/AAAAAAAABDw/gTd43rKiHjY/s320/IMG_0577.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We send you all blessings from the holler...&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/5403700687313339526-1971186563572171199?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1971186563572171199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=1971186563572171199&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1971186563572171199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/1971186563572171199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin?...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TFBFZx2M4QI/AAAAAAAABDA/M31rO9T8b4E/s72-c/canning+peaches++2010+0728+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-345437893103100761</id><published>2010-07-22T10:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:30:39.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Bed and Breakfast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEhlGAicK6I/AAAAAAAABC4/j7xaDjKupS8/s1600/2008-08-02+bird+nap.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496754499103763362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEhlGAicK6I/AAAAAAAABC4/j7xaDjKupS8/s320/2008-08-02+bird+nap.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 253px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have a nice front porch that gets morning sun.  JP and I really enjoy the evenings there because it's usually cool and our view is wonderful with the hills across the road.  The birds love it in the morning, they will come just to sit there and soak up the sun.  This blue bird just decided to lay down on it's side and take a nap.  This is not a sick bird, I saw it fly away to the nesting box seconds after this photo was taken.  Maybe it's the mom and this is her little get away from the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture was taken in 2008.  This morning, after JP went to work, as I walked in the den I saw it again!!  I didn't get another picture because I wanted to see if it was ill or just resting.   What is the deal?  Have you ever seen a bird lay down on it's back or side like that?  Should I make some tiny pillows and Velcro them to the porch in intervals so everyone is comfortable?  My word, I don't want to be a bad hostess!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-345437893103100761?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/345437893103100761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=345437893103100761&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/345437893103100761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/345437893103100761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/07/bird-bed-and-breakfast.html' title='Bird Bed and Breakfast...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEhlGAicK6I/AAAAAAAABC4/j7xaDjKupS8/s72-c/2008-08-02+bird+nap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8182909850961391011</id><published>2010-07-21T09:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:15:23.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it was wordless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEcJl7nzmsI/AAAAAAAABCw/hEVRtf_dFMs/s1600/2010+07+16++scrappy+001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496372417493441218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEcJl7nzmsI/AAAAAAAABCw/hEVRtf_dFMs/s320/2010+07+16++scrappy+001.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 229px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knows how to beat the heat?  Scrappy, that's who.  She is so spoiled it's funny.  She has developed a new talent.  She looks out the back door, growls really low, then barks and gets everyone all stirred up to go out and bark at whatever....THEN, I open the door, they all go out except Scrappy!!  She walks away like, psych, I just wanted you all out of the house so I can go back to my chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about the wordless part.  I heard my voice on our answering machine several times yesterday.  I sound like a hick!!  I mean I'm as country as you can get and proud of it.  We're talking raised listening to country &amp;amp; gospel music, watching Hee-Haw (JP thinks it's funny that I know the songs on that show), I learned to drive out in my Dad's hay field; you get the picture.  I think maybe we should go back to the pre-installed computer guy's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll have a great rest of the week now, ya hear!  Blessings from the holler.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403700687313339526-8182909850961391011?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8182909850961391011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8182909850961391011&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8182909850961391011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8182909850961391011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish-it-was-wordless.html' title='I wish it was wordless...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEcJl7nzmsI/AAAAAAAABCw/hEVRtf_dFMs/s72-c/2010+07+16++scrappy+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8246297512579200403</id><published>2010-07-16T16:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:24:04.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEDZhLJ8rMI/AAAAAAAABCo/Nc8SpuDRE2k/s1600/2010+07+16+garden++002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494630709345430722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEDZhLJ8rMI/AAAAAAAABCo/Nc8SpuDRE2k/s320/2010+07+16+garden++002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 219px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our garden has started to really produce, and I pray the blessings will go through to the fall.  Please don't quote me on this later, because I'll be whining for sure in a month.  I've learned that one zucchini plant is plenty for two people, with enough to share with others (that's my favorite part).  The tomato plants are doing pretty good, although, we've got blossom end rot on the Roma variety again, so I'm boosting their calcium.  The peppers are junin' along as are the lima beans, but it'll be a month before we have to do anything with them.  Those darker colored tomatoes are heirloom Cherokee Purples, we'll see how they taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEDZa2IjWKI/AAAAAAAABCg/StZ9l4jnNr0/s1600/2010+07+16+garden.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494630600623216802" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEDZa2IjWKI/AAAAAAAABCg/StZ9l4jnNr0/s320/2010+07+16+garden.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 218px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of blessings, yesterday I was driving along listening to my music in the truck and this song came on that is one of my favorites by MercyMe.  As I sang this to God, I felt so thankful that He spoke my name.  I hope you enjoy the lyrics below and have a blessed weekend from all of us here in the holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;When I first spoke Your name&lt;br /&gt;I used it  like a blade&lt;br /&gt;Cutting sharp a mask to hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;When I first  spoke Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I next spoke Your name&lt;br /&gt;I could no longer  bear the weight&lt;br /&gt;Of years hiding behind the ache&lt;br /&gt;When I next spoke  Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when You spoke my name&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear the angels  sang&lt;br /&gt;Peace came and stole my shame&lt;br /&gt;When You spoke my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  when I speak Your name&lt;br /&gt;I sing it like a sweet refrain&lt;br /&gt;I have  found a peace I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;When I speak Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause  when You spoke my name&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear the angels sang&lt;br /&gt;Peace came and  stole my shame&lt;br /&gt;When You spoke my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak&lt;br /&gt;Knowing  You know me&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my world has completely  come undone&lt;br /&gt;For I can hear the Son&lt;br /&gt;Calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause  when You spoke my name&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear the angels sang&lt;br /&gt;Peace came and  stole my shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You spoke my name&lt;br /&gt;Oh I swear the angels  sang&lt;br /&gt;Peace came and stole my shame&lt;br /&gt;When You spoke my name&lt;br /&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/5403700687313339526-8246297512579200403?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8246297512579200403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8246297512579200403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8246297512579200403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8246297512579200403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TEDZhLJ8rMI/AAAAAAAABCo/Nc8SpuDRE2k/s72-c/2010+07+16+garden++002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-7400923610552959230</id><published>2010-07-12T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:45:41.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just trying to keep up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is anyone else remembering just how busy summer can be?  So far, I've frozen peaches, made peach jam and dill pickles.  That's just the start of it because the garden is just starting to produce.  Pretty soon I'll be blessed by tomatoes everywhere!!  During the winter, when I'm picking out what I want in the garden, I have forgotten what a whirlwind it can be.  But isn't it a blessing to have a little piece of land where we can have a garden?  We have zucchini too; we've been enjoying that sauteed with olive oil, salt and pepper.  So how does your garden grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDtGPQ5Y92I/AAAAAAAABCQ/UQ6jN0oarXo/s1600/2010+07+09+canned+peach+jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDtGPQ5Y92I/AAAAAAAABCQ/UQ6jN0oarXo/s320/2010+07+09+canned+peach+jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493061398556112738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDtGUa-JCOI/AAAAAAAABCY/amOHyT4FidA/s1600/2010+07+09+canned++pickles+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDtGUa-JCOI/AAAAAAAABCY/amOHyT4FidA/s320/2010+07+09+canned++pickles+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493061487159740642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blessings to you all from the holler!&lt;br /&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/5403700687313339526-7400923610552959230?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7400923610552959230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=7400923610552959230&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7400923610552959230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/7400923610552959230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-trying-to-keep-up.html' title='Just trying to keep up...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDtGPQ5Y92I/AAAAAAAABCQ/UQ6jN0oarXo/s72-c/2010+07+09+canned+peach+jam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-6113809789754293917</id><published>2010-07-08T10:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:31:03.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumpy's spa day...</title><content type='html'>I'm late this year, as with most everything, in giving Speedbump her summer hair cut.  I'm not a groomer but she doesn't care; she enjoys the attention.  The other day I got out the shears and got it done.  Mostly, I just thin her mane so she can get closer to the air conditioner vents - her first love.  The hair I clip off her (a shopping bag stuffed full) I take and spread around the garden to keep varmints away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here she is before.....mid-yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDXuU1iBBVI/AAAAAAAABCA/YnuatDXR2YM/s1600/2010+07+01+bump+hair+day+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDXuU1iBBVI/AAAAAAAABCA/YnuatDXR2YM/s320/2010+07+01+bump+hair+day+before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491557362382734674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is after her hair cut and just before I clipped those ridiculous nails.  That's as demure as you'll ever see Bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDXuZ5hXwwI/AAAAAAAABCI/U3K5xPKMf3c/s1600/2010+07+01+bump+hair+day+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDXuZ5hXwwI/AAAAAAAABCI/U3K5xPKMf3c/s320/2010+07+01+bump+hair+day+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491557449353118466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're keeping it as cool as we can here in the holler.  Blessings to you all.&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/5403700687313339526-6113809789754293917?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6113809789754293917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=6113809789754293917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6113809789754293917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/6113809789754293917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/07/bumpys-spa-day.html' title='Bumpy&apos;s spa day...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TDXuU1iBBVI/AAAAAAAABCA/YnuatDXR2YM/s72-c/2010+07+01+bump+hair+day+before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2191860337948432835</id><published>2010-07-03T10:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:49:12.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken in pockets...</title><content type='html'>We don't entertain guests much here in the holler and when we do, more than likely, we're serving up something from the smoker.  But this recipe is one of my favorites and it's good for company.  I got this recipe from JP's boss, she is a wonderful chef too.  I call it chicken pockets.  Here are the ingredients you need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One box of puff pastry,&lt;br /&gt;3-4 chicken breasts (boneless/skinless - I like the thin sliced for this),&lt;br /&gt;prosciutto ham (can substitute country ham or leave out),&lt;br /&gt;Fontina cheese and preserves (whatever you like - I used peach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9ZKwEYQGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/CNKgcCkWgnY/s1600/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9ZKwEYQGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/CNKgcCkWgnY/s320/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489704512024756322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, season and saute the chicken breasts in olive oil until just done and set aside.  Cut the chicken in two or three pieces.  Then I fried my country ham.  Of course, you wouldn't need to fry prosciutto.  Set all this aside and let cool to room temp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flour my counter and roll the pastry dough out just a little and then cut it into four pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9ZSvIXRHI/AAAAAAAABBY/VFLse4L_2tE/s1600/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9ZSvIXRHI/AAAAAAAABBY/VFLse4L_2tE/s320/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489704649211987058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Layer the goodies in the pastry like the picture and then seal the pastry by bringing corner to corner and folding down the top.  Don't worry about how they look because when they bake they look wonderful.  I put them on a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper and sprayed.  Then bake at 400° for 18-20 minutes, this gives the cheese time to melt.  I roasted some asparagus to go with our "pockets" but I pull them out at 10 minutes so they're still a little firm.   I just cut off the tough end and toss with olive oil, salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9ZYc8E-VI/AAAAAAAABBg/4nEfcPtKEWc/s1600/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9ZYc8E-VI/AAAAAAAABBg/4nEfcPtKEWc/s320/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489704747407833426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9Zd0byupI/AAAAAAAABBo/0KNV_Q9_B4w/s1600/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9Zd0byupI/AAAAAAAABBo/0KNV_Q9_B4w/s320/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489704839614216850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9ZjfgAviI/AAAAAAAABBw/-P-BZwfbMXo/s1600/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9ZjfgAviI/AAAAAAAABBw/-P-BZwfbMXo/s320/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489704937073983010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After supper, we went out and picked this bowl of peaches.  The big ones are white peaches and the small ones are just regular old sweet peaches.  Yum, yum, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9Zo6h07XI/AAAAAAAABB4/LOpTiRTmerw/s1600/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9Zo6h07XI/AAAAAAAABB4/LOpTiRTmerw/s320/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489705030228700530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are grateful to celebrate another Independence Day and are thankful for those who worked and sacrificed to form this nation.  Blessings to you all from the holler.&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/5403700687313339526-2191860337948432835?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2191860337948432835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2191860337948432835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2191860337948432835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2191860337948432835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/07/chicken-in-pockets.html' title='Chicken in pockets...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TC9ZKwEYQGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/CNKgcCkWgnY/s72-c/chicken+pockets+and+peach+crop+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-2546415231528878495</id><published>2010-06-29T16:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:54:56.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project way over due...</title><content type='html'>I've finally finished a baby quilt that should have been done in January!  I'm almost embarrassed to send it now but she can always use it for a lap quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here it is...ta da.  Pinwheels on the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TCpn_PJlAmI/AAAAAAAABBA/6Wtak45cG8Y/s1600/2010+06+28++quilt+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TCpn_PJlAmI/AAAAAAAABBA/6Wtak45cG8Y/s320/2010+06+28++quilt+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488313432000496226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TCpnts9RoTI/AAAAAAAABAw/2zF-Ft2kFAY/s1600/2010+06+28++quilt+back+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TCpnts9RoTI/AAAAAAAABAw/2zF-Ft2kFAY/s320/2010+06+28++quilt+back+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488313130764312882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did today.  My mom needs a summer table runner. This is what I came up with out of my stash.   I like the bright colors and the vege./fruit print.  It's not finished;  I'm gonna put on a border and then quilt it.  I'm so proud of it I wanted to show you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TCpn0k1-MLI/AAAAAAAABA4/XOqO9wpb8DM/s1600/2010+06+29+quilt+table+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TCpn0k1-MLI/AAAAAAAABA4/XOqO9wpb8DM/s320/2010+06+29+quilt+table+top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488313248845279410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, JP and I shared out first peach from our little trees.  It was so good.  This first tree to ripen is a white peach.  Jam, cobbler, Yummmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TCpqDXjIUmI/AAAAAAAABBI/1Gj-I7Iobyg/s1600/2010+06+28+peaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TCpqDXjIUmI/AAAAAAAABBI/1Gj-I7Iobyg/s320/2010+06+28+peaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488315701997884002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JP has a three day weekend coming up so hopefully, we'll have some nice recipe posts and maybe something to celebrate Independence Day.  We send blessings from the holler...&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/5403700687313339526-2546415231528878495?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2546415231528878495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=2546415231528878495&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2546415231528878495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/2546415231528878495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-keeping-busy.html' title='Project way over due...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TCpn_PJlAmI/AAAAAAAABBA/6Wtak45cG8Y/s72-c/2010+06+28++quilt+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403700687313339526.post-8557704181077759524</id><published>2010-06-21T12:24:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:54:13.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Summer...</title><content type='html'>Are you kidding me?  I glanced at the calendar this morning and that's what it said!  Well, we sure had a warm spring.  Do you remember how very cold it was, way back when we were posting about our snow accumulation, and when we started our little gardens off as seeds?  Wow, time goes by so fast.  Is it just me?  So, now that I know what season I'm in let me embrace it with a few photos of what's been going on in the holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This butterfly was keeping me company while I hosed off from being in the garden this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-iDtJOwfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/aak28W4N_lU/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-iDtJOwfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/aak28W4N_lU/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485281055702172146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have the occasional turkey visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-iR-0rOoI/AAAAAAAAA_I/4jnYdGzpC0U/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+001+turkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-iR-0rOoI/AAAAAAAAA_I/4jnYdGzpC0U/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+001+turkeys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485281300965964418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hay was cut next door which leaves such a lovely view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-iW0FNI8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/HmxDdZVJgHA/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+0hay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-iW0FNI8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/HmxDdZVJgHA/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+0hay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485281383981851586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flowers and weeds are in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-ip3mKo8I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/4uGAcEwrGiI/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+0coriopsis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-ip3mKo8I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/4uGAcEwrGiI/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+0coriopsis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485281711342920642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jG7Ez5mI/AAAAAAAAA_w/abouFbXuM2s/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jG7Ez5mI/AAAAAAAAA_w/abouFbXuM2s/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+daisies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282210492966498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jMIP2mPI/AAAAAAAAA_4/vJ_8DgG5l4g/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jMIP2mPI/AAAAAAAAA_4/vJ_8DgG5l4g/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282299928287474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jQVOn4OI/AAAAAAAABAA/CCVwrnJ86ks/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jQVOn4OI/AAAAAAAABAA/CCVwrnJ86ks/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282372132266210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The vegetable garden is coming along nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-iwEcDPiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/Xj74Gel7BlU/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+0zuch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-iwEcDPiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/Xj74Gel7BlU/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+0zuch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485281817869368866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jAWvNK_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/K2g-tKeVmtA/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+cucumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jAWvNK_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/K2g-tKeVmtA/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+cucumber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282097659456498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little tomato is called "sugary sweet."  What I wanted you to see in this picture is my use for pantyhose - cut into strips, make the best tomato ties.  As far as I'm concerned, there is no other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; use for them :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jjT9aLuI/AAAAAAAABAY/GvtEi8szQBA/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+sugary+sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jjT9aLuI/AAAAAAAABAY/GvtEi8szQBA/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+sugary+sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282698209144546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The peach trees are doing good, at least we think they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jWD3rAwI/AAAAAAAABAI/jcuVrF4gsQI/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+peaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jWD3rAwI/AAAAAAAABAI/jcuVrF4gsQI/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+peaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282470551814914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jcB53XkI/AAAAAAAABAQ/-UzcsWV6u2o/s1600/2010+06+21+gardens+peachtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-jcB53XkI/AAAAAAAABAQ/-UzcsWV6u2o/s320/2010+06+21+gardens+peachtree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485282573103357506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang says hello.  Violet is hiding but is in the picture and Scrappy was not available today.  She decided she'd rather stay inside and do her nails or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-kxUaIxnI/AAAAAAAABAg/j-2eFsQPLHU/s1600/2010+06+21+the+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-kxUaIxnI/AAAAAAAABAg/j-2eFsQPLHU/s320/2010+06+21+the+gang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485284038359434866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there she is.  She's claimed my chair as her command post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-lGnEGDlI/AAAAAAAABAo/snVMuUFL8b8/s1600/2010+june+scrappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-lGnEGDlI/AAAAAAAABAo/snVMuUFL8b8/s320/2010+june+scrappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485284404144508498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, we are abundantly blessed and thankful.  May The Lord bless you and yours; this is our prayer for you from all of us in the holler.&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/5403700687313339526-8557704181077759524?l=thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8557704181077759524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403700687313339526&amp;postID=8557704181077759524&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8557704181077759524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403700687313339526/posts/default/8557704181077759524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittledogshelterintheholler.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-summer.html' title='First Day of Summer...'/><author><name>Mrs. JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141245412356555999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/SWVhlkvqe3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/79b2pGne5Zk/S220/Mrs+JP+profile+photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iJYMXUxbiKM/TB-iDtJOwfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/aak28W4N_lU/s72-c/2010+06+21+gardens+butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
