tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61022280241035391072024-02-20T21:46:49.761-08:00Rylee the YorkieHi, I'm Rylee and this is the story of my life.Ronda Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352918469035423315noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102228024103539107.post-12019374198883143262015-10-13T16:33:00.001-07:002015-10-13T16:33:12.329-07:00First BathI was having a nice day, playing, eating, just minding my own business. All of a sudden Mom scoops me up for what I thought would be a nice cuddle, WRONG! She takes off my collar, a good thing right? Wrong again. Next thing I know I'm in the sink getting wet.<div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_72d7_f0ec_398_fa3a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMzp3xQWZ1kWFscN3zAvJlR3CvoCR8R7S1PF_JACQHCRk5r6gyLQ2x-9KU72STpih_yryLNvKYOvcN3Z8vC4bi3K03U0qZWbehWxM4LViTi0PhgjiNxLPtgBtQtPvQLyqReJSaEGKNQ4/" alt="" title="" style="width: 207px; height: auto;"></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is not my best look.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_bad_1090_e80c_6ab2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGmxx-r9YxNQya30xnbsXH1loAS2zLxT1vTwnifC9f_EfC8palE_mvuuLUd13O1qVfPRgbGbGpn9hKcC1pfe7R_NkR52PwFnM8cEAV1xQjUdKjkpFOx23sJlu6PuLYA57vxr-h92kIQE/" alt="" title="" style="width: 223px; height: auto;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">Needless to say I was not a happy camper. I was shivering, not sure if I was cold, scared or both. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_3de4_7abb_618f_c2c1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3Do63f25q9IrTrG0tYwOrQomfg1t2_UpZbmZRYB1sMmIKf7UajZrmw0kNxUndfeX64k9x9yng-7Tn3b6S2tQGauTnDtlEIiTduWXVKWv-oP20lKIRaOlm2cap_jssBYe6vp5O3lstmU/" alt="" title="" style="width: 250px; height: auto;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">So happy that is over, hope I never have to go through anything like it again. Til next time Rylee.</div>Ronda Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352918469035423315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102228024103539107.post-77080289167761625542015-10-10T17:43:00.001-07:002015-10-10T17:43:19.493-07:00Rylee goes to the fair.Mom and Dad took me to the Coarsegold School Fair today. <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_9376_f30e_3670_4a7e" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyXMbZ9AUN6S4IpTFw6sKuNh8aMIi6jIYzyXUcQBkG4ZYw6sDp6vQdkkL6jDXC8rWL-2jNBtfb983Vk3L8X3VChNMtPXTRUVZzBi3GmC-uQGcuBAANNSb7Ykwb2vkG410J0LavPnu3wk/" alt="" title="" style="width: 205px; height: auto;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">I haven't decided whether or not I liked the fair or not. There were so many people and so much noise I was very nervous.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">I liked the smell of the food, it smelled delicious. Mom bought some fluffy pink stuff, I really thought she should have bought some of the good smelling meat.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">I met a strange looking dog, called sheep.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_4dd4_2f7d_ef7b_19f2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1S7eEJdBxv6zywW4ebpjzxpbjCnGKyVUd1XEcEmWS0X3tVFb-kDa7juVSLabTbZ6sQfIeZpPK8_XwExFPDhi3S6O574QsHnIJJ7PLckaneik2DUzdNkvPnQKcBpHHa_nApUZHweFar4/" alt="" title="" style="width: 188px; height: auto;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_70a8_ef23_87a_d1a5" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqzu2s_A-DXAHpdaj2VLZIfvcmMnPHTbO9bCXYCccuOP55AIHGNsFP6uZojlD9vgy_XAK6u8FLin0bU9U178koibwca0l7R40hKxhWVOuQ513sq6BQJQDgj9ZxykooAH8v4DX_snvNiY/" alt="" title="" style="width: 188px; height: auto;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">Neither of us were very impressed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">Did you noticed my pretty pink collar? I'm stylin! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">I wonder what new thing Mom will come up with next? She keeps me guessing. Til next time, Rylee</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span><div><br></div></div>Ronda Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352918469035423315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102228024103539107.post-80812355476145720002015-10-08T15:31:00.001-07:002015-10-08T15:31:28.396-07:00I'm 3 months old today!I'm 3 months old today and I've lived with my Mom and Dad for almost 3 weeks. I'm starting to learn the rules of the house but sometimes I forget them. <div><br></div><div>Mom found a collar and a harness that fits me but I'm not happy about it. She tricks me with treats to get me to wear my harness and walk on a leash. I'm not sure why I need to do this as I get around find on my own. I can run very fast, Mom says I have the puppy zooms.</div><div><br></div><div>Mom bought me some cookies but I'd rather chew on a carrot.</div><div><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_b119_b5b5_3840_7e1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwo0ozHTjU1LfVOtydsKvDWOGEJeEfgxhxNNWcJdEAQEgZyzxASW-XX-7-xkwvOYhxB4XecrDp3KXtdvGv4UXiOmlyVsx1VpbfmtoIgPdX2VXc09YuMdBF0lR2ahZZkFaNR3skO9Yrig/" alt="" title="" style="width: 167px; height: auto;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">First I shred it into tiny pieces and then I eat the pieces.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_7f5c_7370_6f28_13bc" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEOKpqh8ObaiFXLKkBoWNd63WvBPcnWpISDR9QLCK_cLMzPG7IjyxNON8iQTVP5FikS5TUGUubknx1Cj_XOU-GnSApj5f95wEU0JldDNcTfjHMOt-10mY4Fu3OginMrAhXUKohnazS9nI/" alt="" title="" style="width: 183px; height: auto;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">I need to go now, my Dad's almost home and I have to meet him at the door. Rylee.</div>Ronda Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352918469035423315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102228024103539107.post-48233292375580960952015-10-04T10:14:00.001-07:002015-10-04T10:14:18.693-07:00Sunday=Funday<div style="text-align: left;">Not sure what Sunday is Funday is all about, in Rylee World everyday is Funday! I get about 6:30 in the morning ready to roll. Mom needs something called coffee before she's ready to play with me. I have lots of toys to play with.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_c4b5_79c3_d149_562d" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglq9CZxkbdO1StaiTLfjWe7A910sXqkKmnKy9xVGxEPiB1zD6klQ56Mgh7wKcGvBEvDi3K-2EaP1XRrsu2mW9NAS37cna23IUAFwzofn7Jkbknz9XPwZXCsELS-Ujlv6RGmpvLJpVbTZM/" alt="" title="" style="width: 221px; height: auto;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">Big news today is that my right ear is standing up! My left ear is still a little floppy. Mom tried to get a picture but I'm so fast it's a little blurry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_e2f2_8d54_4768_9826" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXAcsxMvbI73HuPkb4S_txsGJP3-SqQcvA5jB2UoaQwWTzROhTxoJi9vfVCrNc9jF9ApvXBIa2y1-4lqlegNk59ibTB_ba9ZxOF5_VACKWDqLt-5y8-TY-PE3l2bY5n6Anc-0SFvFp9k/" alt="" title="" style="width: 235px; height: auto;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's a before picture</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_8b12_83de_f5e7_6bf9" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKWsI6_R1qHr4X3pLj7cSBZO3eZxHcuOicdoSy0NRQtMEdVsHmH-oP9Y9X9_3sB9ulGutQjo_Pb2pa1irwZsN6_n9NfRcLoDdVlBzpEGsU9kpEC3lhyphenhyphen0yOUV4cludp_fvVSnuq5iUNec/" alt="" title="" style="width: 217px; height: auto;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mom has been trying to find a collar that will fit me, this is the one she found and it is a little to big. I can get it in my mouth and that is not a good thing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_2841_2868_361c_d46e" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5wNQmzodMq5q5t0BnIU0xB4tuoWBfgFKC1bnJexjhGFrQcMA16lEITL9ScDWc7PdFF2U_fno4MZVxTeGrewQbqa2XaW-FQJeuad31AJMg10zSvpjzEmol2sWZOqMSr-HmxYLBA1lbhQ/" alt="" title="" style="width: 234px; height: auto;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">She found a harness, but I am not a fan. Why do I need to be harnessed, I'm not a horse.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_cf8b_ad1a_3d08_93f5" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFmaZEjwopkV6QZsT-_jsI9dErsrSCNvEKTBmOwBRKGDD3e-cLyO_BvMHA4FQM3OgokMmfR46SxUKRBo86Kiu-At-Dats7NC_uMNagRo0Lhn7An5UH_FHY_9iEsCnhXw1bxk45byLwAA/" alt="" title="" style="width: 227px; height: auto;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: left;">Break time is over, time to find something to chew on. Rylee</div>Ronda Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352918469035423315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102228024103539107.post-68445620921629537982015-10-01T10:04:00.003-07:002015-10-01T10:21:35.911-07:00About Rylee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm Rylee and I'm a Yorkshire Terrier. I was born July 8th, 2015. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_f011_85c_596_9c5b" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSBNG7ZqvLExBR5eQvcFa603g1RcQZOfkZ6wlsmfHcIsDFxDXAG8wEEpzzxvoeOwLWBh58XhFSx0myJ59FAW9Dyv_TG8qrTKzlLVdh2hjXVT-lM1fsV9pop_8Q7g4RPYBiLO82e8j7A0/" alt="" title="" style="width: 290px; height: auto;"></div>
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Today I'm 12 weeks old. I came home with my new Mom and Dad last week and have been adjusting to my new life. Lots of new things to explore and rules (yuck) to learn. <br>
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I know my name and if I come when my Mom calls me I get a treat! <br>
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I like my new house cause there's lots of room to play and zoom. I a very fast zoomer! <br>
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My favorite toy is a water bottle, it's good to chase and carry around.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on" style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_be24_f3d1_847a_ee9a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6H8xE7n8xIsj-Iv2FZ9EcJy8KZz_r6_TeQ6OsCAJkGhoO7SyxV9ytVXxp_xrMxtOvANnfI1xyMB5MxezPHA_qj-N_asUYDbU6N_aA0CdiptJC5hf7GL1AZsZh8znvpiZEU9I6tMMFs0/" alt="" title="" style="width: 268px; height: auto;"></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on" style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on" style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_4521_2f9_ae46_be80" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hqeblr7nTZ4Npnb0NGI2ngjT3__FSxaBW-BfkmM_exeXqqiFZDBVURJahAQ6GnnCR9Z3oARlDI09B436nGVcLjL8K4Z_9eT9KoyJbjpAqJgLGX84GWwMW7LKIUJAvKAMF9tkWW27ArQ/" alt="" title="" style="width: 261px; height: auto;"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span>
<br>I had a very busy morning it's time for a nap, see you soon. Rylee.</div>
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