tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81801354734957895042024-03-13T17:43:48.195-04:00The DuMonts' Doggie BloggieRecently married, Chris and Robin DuMont are starting a new life together in Charlotte, NC. Here are the adventures with the newest member of their family...Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-47532023394352930482012-03-10T06:32:00.000-05:002012-03-10T06:32:12.497-05:00Zoe & DallasOur friends rescued a chow puppy who's only a few months old and about 1/2 of Dallas' whole 37 pounds. And yet, true to Dallas' nature, as soon as the puppy set foot in our house, Dallas immediately began showing submission to the youngster. Seriously girlfriend- this is your home! grow a backbone! But it worked because the two are fast friends!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGxiixdXBC0/Txwhx1jKy7I/AAAAAAAABto/d7syxLSKIn4/s1600/P1210092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGxiixdXBC0/Txwhx1jKy7I/AAAAAAAABto/d7syxLSKIn4/s320/P1210092.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And to the victor go the spoils.</div>Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-20777762416146009512012-01-07T22:28:00.000-05:002012-01-07T22:28:53.932-05:00Opening Christmas GiftsWe may never have to buy anything for Christmas for her, other than wrapping paper, again.... Chris, too.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wgvj1V9dcFc/TviYRXfYL5I/AAAAAAAABrk/UFbAuZOpa_0/s1600/PB280008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wgvj1V9dcFc/TviYRXfYL5I/AAAAAAAABrk/UFbAuZOpa_0/s320/PB280008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chris found a headband for her with a small piece of mistletoe attached. She's exhausted here because we just spent the night chasing her for kisses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQDHGz6b8FA/TviYlt9PfoI/AAAAAAAABrw/rPj2LZytUJM/s1600/PB270006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQDHGz6b8FA/TviYlt9PfoI/AAAAAAAABrw/rPj2LZytUJM/s320/PB270006.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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After the dough boy, neighbor Liz sat with Chris, Dallas, and myself on the front driveway and effectively handed out 900 pieces of candy in two hours. Dallas and I were the only two of the foursome dressed up.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8G5P9b_-c8/TtG2QqxhBOI/AAAAAAAABrQ/WaijH3vAnPc/s1600/PA310004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8G5P9b_-c8/TtG2QqxhBOI/AAAAAAAABrQ/WaijH3vAnPc/s320/PA310004.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A 'Wicked Halloween': Elphaba & Galinda</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mEKf4soYSS0/Ts_sMTjo3gI/AAAAAAAABqo/9B0PVzTHD44/s1600/PA290005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mEKf4soYSS0/Ts_sMTjo3gI/AAAAAAAABqo/9B0PVzTHD44/s320/PA290005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Team DU" Noelle & Maree helping us celebrate.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MahWJ5lx5ls/Ts_sOu0tQaI/AAAAAAAABqw/RNmSw69LV-Q/s1600/PA290036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MahWJ5lx5ls/Ts_sOu0tQaI/AAAAAAAABqw/RNmSw69LV-Q/s320/PA290036.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The dogs stayed pretty close to 4 year old Maree, during the marshmallow roasting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk3fZBo03eQ/Ts_sT2qF2nI/AAAAAAAABrA/snTkUvYUz6k/s1600/PA290074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk3fZBo03eQ/Ts_sT2qF2nI/AAAAAAAABrA/snTkUvYUz6k/s320/PA290074.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Black labs, united.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTMkywbZnfQ/Ts_sV53wwqI/AAAAAAAABrI/mWlRraIws68/s1600/PA290082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTMkywbZnfQ/Ts_sV53wwqI/AAAAAAAABrI/mWlRraIws68/s320/PA290082.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">After treats, getting birthday snuggles.</div>Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-63369288096642074392011-11-12T13:47:00.002-05:002011-11-12T13:47:58.229-05:00Two Isn't Always Better Than One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/tTnH4PprI9s?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-68441408031383970002011-11-06T21:45:00.000-05:002011-11-06T21:45:18.127-05:00Dallas SleepsDallas sleeps in the most unusual positions...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This is Laura- she's an environmental engineer in Seattle who just returned from a clean water conference in time to lecture Chris about the importance of cleaning up after Dallas. Apparently, she also likes to hold blue herons...sort of.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Hiding.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HL5bTuxgc0g/Tpt-pO1yTgI/AAAAAAAABpU/UNihkkGvOro/s1600/PA080035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HL5bTuxgc0g/Tpt-pO1yTgI/AAAAAAAABpU/UNihkkGvOro/s320/PA080035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Having a heart-to-heart with someone who truly understands.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-q6KVImBoc/Tpt_AgOeMcI/AAAAAAAABpc/cjB8-p2rwBA/s1600/PA080039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-q6KVImBoc/Tpt_AgOeMcI/AAAAAAAABpc/cjB8-p2rwBA/s320/PA080039.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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When I started a new job last month, Chris and I worried that Dallas would chew down the house. We could just imagine the Caesar episode of "Good Dogs Gone Bad," starring Dallas DuMont. It would involve chewed up furniture, permanently poop-soiled floors, and lots of teeth-barring (have you seen those episodes?!) Hard to imagine, considering how uber-submissive Dallas really is, but we did have slight justification for our worries: In April & May, when I was doing consulting work in Wilmington, returning home only for weekends, for two months, she all but ransacked the house under sole provider Chris' care: flip flops, bathroom rugs, a jacket, pillow and magazines, even the crown molding around the floorboards- all destroyed. She even dis- eared a beloved stuffed chimpanzee. So we worried.<br />
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Immediately upon starting my job, we found a doggie day care near Chris' work and signed her up. She loves loves loves other dogs, so easily passed their test (they check for aggression, which is good) and two days a week comes home with Chris from work absolutely exhausted. Where we typically arrive home to such eager energy, racing around the house and grabbing a chew toy, Dallas now glides right past us, tunnel vision-ed to her favorite chair, falls asleep immediately and stays asleep until the next morning. Even then, she'll humor us for a walk and breakfast before falling back to sleep again, even before we've left for work that day.<br />
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And so far, starting my second month, all walls, pillows, and flip flops are fine, stuffed animals have been able to maintain the remaining ears, and excluding one unfortunate incident involving a significant amount of peanut butter, floors have been safe. All thanks to doggie day care twice a week.Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-27611846427479245322011-08-26T08:15:00.000-04:002011-08-26T08:15:18.402-04:00Robin & Chris go to JamaicaLeaving Dallas at the kennel is like leaving a kid inside a candy shop for a week. As I'm tearfully saying my goodbyes, she rarely looks back, all too eager to join the "cool kids" who apparently all hang out, there.<br />
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Aug. 6-14 we took a trip to Jamaica, just so she could visit her friends. And while I'm unclear on how she spent her time, this is how we spent our's.<br />
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Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-61624174540219281682011-08-24T22:08:00.000-04:002011-08-24T22:08:44.813-04:00Dallas and the UmbrellaEvery once in a while, we scare the puppy, purely for our own entertainment purposes.... and I sometimes think to myself that we should never have been trusted with a dog.<br />
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Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-66165425125287453162011-07-28T21:48:00.000-04:002011-07-28T21:48:30.999-04:00Dallas Solves a ProblemDigging isn't tolerated at the DuMont household.... well... there are exceptions.<br />
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At 101 degrees outside, today, Dallas prefers to go outside to lie in the sun...Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-50558614083310870112011-07-21T08:18:00.000-04:002011-07-21T08:18:18.040-04:00Problem From 6/25/2011 Solved<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcbP_HaORD4/TigY-xxM-TI/AAAAAAAABo4/Jt6UunUCw8c/s1600/P7110003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bcbP_HaORD4/TigY-xxM-TI/AAAAAAAABo4/Jt6UunUCw8c/s320/P7110003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-59924857318133115662011-07-06T20:10:00.000-04:002011-07-06T20:10:11.114-04:00One Pathetic Lookin' Dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/1LkgCGqZ0nU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-14189562507409143842011-07-02T21:41:00.001-04:002011-07-03T08:02:35.229-04:00Biting Off More Than She Can Chew...Occasionally, during walks, Dallas will find a fallen tree or super large stick in the forest, and literally attempt to drag it along behind her. She'll give it a valiant effort for about 20 seconds before she realizes its much too heavy for her. But she still insists on trying.... every... single.... time. We live in a forest, so this is A LOT of sticks.<br />
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</div>So, imagine her surprise when this really big stick fell from the trees and landed RIGHT in her back yard!<br />
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</div> It made her so happy, its been living in our yard ever since.<br />
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</div> And saves us lots of money on chew toys.<br />
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But lately, we've begun facing a new problem...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, these are what I've got in my garden- mostly began from seeds, but a few from seedlings. Next year, I'll be better prepared and buy my seeds from the Seed Savers Exchange. Just finished Barbara Kingsolver's "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" which will set you straight on best farming practices, as well as the importance of buying local produce or growing it yourself. In fact, I'm really into restaurants which purchase locally grown produce, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So far, I have lost one sweet potato plant and one raspberry bush to the great plant avenger, Dallas. Both on Chris' watch, while I was in Wilmington. Which I have pointed out to him, on more than one occasion. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, if I'm honest, two is far fewer plants than I expected to lose by this time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-38094642323935774622011-05-20T22:06:00.000-04:002011-05-20T22:06:03.969-04:00Easter's Lake SnakeEaster Sunday was beautiful in Charlotte. I was home from Wilmington, where I'm currently consulting on a project (four hours away from home) and only enjoying my family (Chris and Dallas) on weekends. Easter was one of such weekends.<br />
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Around noon, I decided to take Dallas on a stroll to enjoy the gorgeous sunshine. On our walk, we encountered an enormous millipede. Brightly colored and crawling across the sidewalk, I was enthralled as its body slink-ied across the path in a fluid formation, one leg after another. I gasped and bent down to get a closer look. Dallas stopped to see what I was looking at. But she looked up. So I pointed. And she looked past it. So I held her head in the correct position only several inches from the millipede. And after about five minutes, I gave up. She never did find the darn bug.<br />
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Ten minutes later we were home, and I announced to Chris that I was taking Dallas to swim in the lake. He was a bit worried about letting her off leash, but I insisted that he worried too much, and that she'd be fine, only suggesting later that he throw a few treats in his pockets.... "just in case."<br />
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We crossed the street and I let her off the leash. Dallas ran smack toward the lake and within ten seconds, found a 2.5 foot long snake sunning itself on some rocks on the shore. Seriously. She couldn't find a millipede on a sidewalk in front of her, but given 52 miles of shoreline, she'll pick out the one rock with a huge snake immediately. We screamed and she ran away before it could strike (or she could), and proceeded to spend the next ten minutes doing her "am I in trouble?" run- racing back and forth between us, fast as she possible, to avoid being caught. I kept myself between her and the snake the whole time, with my back to the snake, to keep her away.<br />
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Chris yelled "What should I do?" So I suggested he start "chucking treats at her." He looked at me like I was kidding. I wasn't. So he did.<br />
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Of course, Dallas is a lab, so when she finally realized he was throwing food, the entire game stopped and she came right to him, allowing him to easily leash her back up again, and lead her safely away from the snake.<br />
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We certainly don't want to deny Dallas a good swim in the lake, as she IS definitely a water dog, but with six venomous snakes native to our neighborhood (she found a dead copperhead two nights ago on a walk and water moccasins are also indigenous), we're not likely to risk taking her off the leash again until she gains some... maturity<br />
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</div>Robin DuMonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463065279540198707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180135473495789504.post-5474642734792882352011-05-15T13:28:00.000-04:002011-05-15T13:28:12.294-04:00Dallas' First Trip to the BeachMay, 2011: We took Dallas to the beach for the first time. Here is a clip of our adventures in Wilminton, NC.<br />
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