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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;">In this video, I did not know I was being recorded. Tracy grabbed the camera to snap a few pics, and actually started recording without me knowing it. That’s why I ask, “did you get that?” I just thought she was taking pics.</span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://s204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/?action=view¤t=100_2991.mp4" target="_blank">http://s204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/?action=view¤t=100_2991.mp4</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>Obviously, this pic goes with the video.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/100_2988.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/100_2988.jpg</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>This pic is from a snow storm a few years back of Tracy and Eve.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0098.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0098.jpg</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>Eve and her friend Teddy, resting after they got done playing during his visit, while we were dog sitting for friends.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0268.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0268.jpg</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>These 2 are from earlier this year at one of Eve’s favorite parks, with miles and miles of hiking trails to explore.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0065.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0065.jpg</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>Bundled up in her blankie earlier this winter.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">Eve was a rescue dog, who was found in a dog pound in Chicago on Christmas Eve 1999 (that’s why she was named Eve). She was brought to the Australian Cattle dog rescue near Champaign, and I saw her pic online. I fell in love immediately and adopted her in early January 2000. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">It was obvious, that she had been mistreated and she cowered at sudden moves, didn’t seem to want any type of love, and tried to run away several times during the first month I had her. Any time I let her out to go potty, she would circle the entire yard, looking for a way to get out of the fence. It took a year, before she seemed to really get comfortable with affection and almost 3 before she trusted me enough to sit on my lap for an extended time. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">With much love, she eventually got to the point that I didn’t even have to keep her on the leash at the park (small town) because she had no intention of getting too far away from me. In my younger years, I was still playing football and used her as my workout buddy. We’d do sprints at the park zigzagging back and forth and playing chase with each other. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">I mentioned before, her love of fruits and baby carrots, but there was more to it. She also loved raiding my dad’s garden too. He thought the rabbits were the ones eating up his tomatoes, and green peppers and even hot peppers. Then, one day when we were visiting and he was out weeding. I let Eve out and she proceeded to join him and started devouring any ripe veggies and peppers she could find. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">She loved going on walks, and even though she slowed down over the last few years, was always eager to go if she knew we were going to stop by Tracy’s grandparents, or our friends, the Henry’s (owners of Teddy). I took her everywhere with me and she was in my car on average 4 days per week. She had blankets and a dog seatbelt permanently installed in the car, along with a leash and doggie clean up bags, bowls, a toy or 2, etc. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>I just wanted to give you a little info about her, since just pics didn’t seem enough. With her being abused before I got her, I felt a stronger connection to her than I have ever felt in any other dog I’ve owned. Thank you all for your support, it really does mean a lot.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://s204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/?action=view¤t=100_2991.mp4" target="_blank">http://s204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/?action=view¤t=100_2991.mp4</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>Obviously, this pic goes with the video.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/100_2988.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/100_2988.jpg</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>This pic is from a snow storm a few years back of Tracy and Eve.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0098.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0098.jpg</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>Eve and her friend Teddy, resting after they got done playing during his visit, while we were dog sitting for friends.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0268.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0268.jpg</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>These 2 are from earlier this year at one of Eve’s favorite parks, with miles and miles of hiking trails to explore.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0065.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0065.jpg</a></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0066.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0066.jpg</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>Bundled up in her blankie earlier this winter.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0273.jpg" target="_blank">http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb126/xflbk432/Memories%20of%20Eve/IMG_0273.jpg</a></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">Eve was a rescue dog, who was found in a dog pound in Chicago on Christmas Eve 1999 (that’s why she was named Eve). She was brought to the Australian Cattle dog rescue near Champaign, and I saw her pic online. I fell in love immediately and adopted her in early January 2000. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">It was obvious, that she had been mistreated and she cowered at sudden moves, didn’t seem to want any type of love, and tried to run away several times during the first month I had her. Any time I let her out to go potty, she would circle the entire yard, looking for a way to get out of the fence. It took a year, before she seemed to really get comfortable with affection and almost 3 before she trusted me enough to sit on my lap for an extended time. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">With much love, she eventually got to the point that I didn’t even have to keep her on the leash at the park (small town) because she had no intention of getting too far away from me. In my younger years, I was still playing football and used her as my workout buddy. We’d do sprints at the park zigzagging back and forth and playing chase with each other. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">I mentioned before, her love of fruits and baby carrots, but there was more to it. She also loved raiding my dad’s garden too. He thought the rabbits were the ones eating up his tomatoes, and green peppers and even hot peppers. Then, one day when we were visiting and he was out weeding. I let Eve out and she proceeded to join him and started devouring any ripe veggies and peppers she could find. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:medium;">She loved going on walks, and even though she slowed down over the last few years, was always eager to go if she knew we were going to stop by Tracy’s grandparents, or our friends, the Henry’s (owners of Teddy). I took her everywhere with me and she was in my car on average 4 days per week. She had blankets and a dog seatbelt permanently installed in the car, along with a leash and doggie clean up bags, bowls, a toy or 2, etc. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family:calibri;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:calibri, sans-serif;"><span>I just wanted to give you a little info about her, since just pics didn’t seem enough. With her being abused before I got her, I felt a stronger connection to her than I have ever felt in any other dog I’ve owned. Thank you all for your support, it really does mean a lot.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>