tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54366892599018508112012-02-16T10:30:19.171-08:00Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03007722646267309679noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436689259901850811.post-57377372994469484912010-09-24T23:17:00.000-07:002010-09-24T23:51:14.130-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6THDmj9Nrs/TJ2bHS8MxnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h1xq4jbq2yU/s1600/Monie%27s+503.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F6THDmj9Nrs/TJ2bHS8MxnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h1xq4jbq2yU/s320/Monie%27s+503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520739267871819378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">This is a picture of my little furry friend, his name is Poochie and I adore him. My family see's him as part of our Family. My husband bought. Poochie for me 9 yrs ago and I see him like a little old man now. He has changed so much this last year. His playful self has changed to wanting to sleep all day. He has slowy lost his sight. He depends a lot on us to guide him around the house and backyard. Every once in awhile he get's some spunk and wants to play, but he soon gives up after hitting the wall a couple of times. Poochie is a pure breed (Maltese) I love my Poochie he has always followed me around, even now that he is blind.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5436689259901850811-5737737299446948491?l=templeton23.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03007722646267309679noreply@blogger.com0