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This is my Blog about me and my new little sister Cricket. She is a rat terrier/chihuahua mix. She is called a RatCha. They call her a designer dog. Now why doesn't that make me a designer dog, I am a labrador/golden retriever mix. so that would make me a Golden Lab right. Mom said she considers me a designer dog. If she were to design a dog, it would be one just like me, but maybe just a bit smaller than what I am and a lot larger than cricket. Maybe about the size of a Beagle. Hope you enjoy my blog and please feel free to tag me or leave a comment anytime. If you want to read more previous post just click on the archive box on the left.

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Linda G & Buddy: Oh my! I remember those puppy days! Bud destroyed MANY things. Have patience with the little one...it will get better.

Lind G & Buddy: Good luck with the Vet visit, you two! Hope all goes well.

Tin: I love reading about Summer's new sister. It feels like I have a puppy without having the sharp teeth that go along with it!

Lindag & Buddy: I'm having so much fun reading these blogs. Waiting for today''s. Sounds like Cricket is at your place to say now. Summer is being a good big sister.

Karen: This is great!! I love hearing about Summer, so I know I'll love hearing about Cricket too!

Teri: An idea who's time has come! Summer blog! I look forward to watching these two get to know one an other. As long as Summer doesn't get confused about Cricket, she's half Rat Terrier, not half vermin. lol!Congratulations on this new venue to show case these lovely fur babies! Blog On!

Monday, September 10th 2007

7:11 AM

Cricket got stung today by a yellowjacket in the mouth, but thank god she had no reaction. I even tried to play tug a war with her. She will latch onto her toys and there is no letting go. I grabbed the other end of her pull toay and she had the other end. I pulled and started swinging my head, well I still have some muscle left in my old body. I flung the toy with Cricket attached. She hit the ground and still refused to let go of the toy. In someways she is one tough little cookie, but when it comes to cooler tempatures she doesn't do well. Most mornings you will find her buried down in a blanket. Once the sun is up and shinning on the yard, she will finally come out to play. I love the cooler tempatures, I will lay on the deck and take it the nice crisp air and can't wait until the leaves fall. I bet cricket will go nuts witht he leaves