<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367</id><updated>2012-01-05T07:28:25.086-08:00</updated><category term='mellimouse writing'/><category term='Photos by Gudl (Mommy)'/><category term='muffins'/><category term='leash'/><category term='Ben'/><category term='horse'/><category term='yummy'/><category term='walk'/><category term='no posts'/><category term='happy birthday'/><category term='sasha'/><category term='bath time'/><category term='Year&apos;s Best Pet'/><category term='humiliation'/><category term='getting better'/><category term='stream'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='PetFancy'/><category term='bump'/><category term='fall'/><category term='cone'/><category term='ball'/><category term='home'/><category term='kennel'/><category term='summer'/><category term='abby sick'/><category term='running'/><category term='water'/><category term='stitches'/><category term='food'/><category term='rolling'/><category term='spring'/><category term='yogurt'/><category term='windy'/><category term='bag'/><category term='human food'/><category term='video'/><category term='I love it'/><category term='chihuahua'/><category term='7 things'/><category term='Photos by Gudl(Mommy)'/><category term='vet'/><title type='text'>Dog Days in the Little Forest</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the blog of a family dog named Abby in Upstate New York, who writes (in her own words)about her everyday life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6635884881329276087</id><published>2011-12-12T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:40:59.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog's Rules of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;(I haven't a clue why there is a red background. Dumb human inventions.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I did read the Dog Rules for Christmas at the beginning of the month. I guess I should have paid closer attention to Rule #3, if I had I might not have been as shocked and in denial when my humans did this to me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvMcpB87X-g/Tua2MPBjWfI/AAAAAAAAA84/UhLAHI_Syfg/s1600/DSC_3073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvMcpB87X-g/Tua2MPBjWfI/AAAAAAAAA84/UhLAHI_Syfg/s320/DSC_3073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;First I tried to squeeze my eyes as tightly shut as I could, because as we all know, if you can't see it, it's not there. Also, if I can't see them (&lt;i&gt;the humans), &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;they can't see me, am I right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;well, of course I am. What a silly question, I am &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;right.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMZilW6ijdw/Tua1ovznzoI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uDEvi0QNZG0/s1600/DSC_3081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMZilW6ijdw/Tua1ovznzoI/AAAAAAAAA8o/uDEvi0QNZG0/s320/DSC_3081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Then I tried my best to not look cute. Above is my best attempt at my&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lets-not-look-cute&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;face. As we have previously discussed, I am so adorable that it's a bit hard for me to stifle it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UW3jwjWs0bs/Tua17CkYq1I/AAAAAAAAA8w/MwFb1-8GOWc/s1600/DSC_3087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UW3jwjWs0bs/Tua17CkYq1I/AAAAAAAAA8w/MwFb1-8GOWc/s320/DSC_3087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I finally gave in, because unfortunately, the human girl wasn't giving up so I figured my denial stage was only prolonging the torture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;And thus, in order to spare you some, well. . . &lt;i&gt;issues&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;this holiday season, here furry friends is your list of rules (with my own advice added in):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;1. Be especially patient with your humans during this time. They may appear to be more stressed-out than usual and they will appreciate long comforting dog leans. (&lt;i&gt;If they don't, &lt;b&gt;make them &lt;/b&gt;appreciate it. Be persistent! Shove your wet nose at them!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;2. They may come home with large bags of things they call gifts. Do not assume that all the gifts are yours. (&lt;i&gt;But just to be sure, stick your nose in all packages. You just never know.&amp;nbsp;Vigilance!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;3. Be tolerant if your humans put decorations on you. They seem to get some special kind of pleasure out of seeing how you look with fake antlers. (&lt;i&gt;Which is silly, really. We look amazing either way. Don't they know by now?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;4. They may bring a large tree into the house and set it up in a prominent place and cover it with lights and decorations. Bizarre as this may seem to you, it is an important ritual for your humans, so there are some things you need to know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;a. Don't pee on the tree (&lt;i&gt;Personally, this has never really tempted me, so . . . good luck resisting the urges, you're on your own.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;b. Don't drink water in the container that holds the tree (&lt;i&gt;I can't reach it anyway.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;c. Mind your tail when you are near the tree (&lt;i&gt;This holds true throughout the year around any greenery in the house. Humans can get a little miffed when you knock over plants and get dirt everywhere.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;d. If there are packages under the tree, even ones that smell interesting or that have your name on them, don't rip them open (&lt;i&gt;. . . Whoops. . . guilty as charged. I guess I should have looked at this list before this year. . .)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;e. Don't chew on the cord that runs from the funny-looking hole in the wall to the tree (&lt;i&gt;Come on now, we're intelligent animals.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;5. Your humans may occasionally invite lots of strangers to come visit during this season. These parties can be lots of fun, but they also call for some discretion on your part:&lt;br /&gt;a. Not all strangers appreciate kisses and leans (&lt;i&gt;Kissing? A human? &lt;b&gt;Who&lt;/b&gt; do you think I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt;?!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;b. Don't eat off the buffet table (&lt;i&gt;No comment.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;c. Beg for goodies subtly (&lt;i&gt;This are daily life skill.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;d. Be pleasant, even if unknowing strangers sit on your sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;e. Don't drink out of glasses that are left within your reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;6. Likewise, your humans may take you visiting. Here your manners will also be important:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;a. Observe all the rules in #4 for trees that may be in other people's houses. (4a is particularly important)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;b. Respect the territory of other animals that may live in the house&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;c. Tolerate children (&lt;i&gt;Use&amp;nbsp;discretion&amp;nbsp;when jumping on humans. Only listen to the humans reprimands when the human you are jumping on is small enough to be toppled over. Otherwise, have at it, it builds character.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;d. Turn on your charm big time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;7. A big man with a white beard and a very loud laugh may emerge from your fireplace in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BITE HIM!! (&lt;i&gt;That's right--run the other way!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Merry Christmas pups! Good luck in this crazy season! See you in the New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6635884881329276087?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6635884881329276087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6635884881329276087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6635884881329276087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6635884881329276087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/dogs-rules-of-christmas.html' title='The Dog&apos;s Rules of Christmas'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvMcpB87X-g/Tua2MPBjWfI/AAAAAAAAA84/UhLAHI_Syfg/s72-c/DSC_3073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3970901128462213362</id><published>2011-10-13T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:32:30.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Retired Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hey there furry friends! (Or hairy, in my case)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I turned seventy-seven in dog years this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-km5NXktHYNE/TpelKt5ATZI/AAAAAAAAA64/D1njZbTMOqQ/s1600/DSC_2533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-km5NXktHYNE/TpelKt5ATZI/AAAAAAAAA64/D1njZbTMOqQ/s320/DSC_2533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I still look pretty dashing. I know this because I have modeling agencies still trying to contact me. Unfortunately, I like to lead a quiet life and turn the majority of them down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I am featured on our town newspaper on an ad though; I like to help out every now and then, out of the good of my heart, so I allowed them the picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eSOY6hIG88/TperFYZ8yAI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/u7J4fysu-p4/s1600/100_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eSOY6hIG88/TperFYZ8yAI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/u7J4fysu-p4/s320/100_0070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;This is my 'thinker' expression ^^^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9A4FxgCeKY/Tpela209JmI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CUkZsU_LNwo/s1600/DSC_2554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9A4FxgCeKY/Tpela209JmI/AAAAAAAAA7A/CUkZsU_LNwo/s320/DSC_2554.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These shots were taken a couple days ago. &amp;nbsp;The paparazzi was following me-yet again- *sigh*. Ah well. I suppose it's just hard to resist my obvious beauty and adorableness. I've decided not to press charges, as long as said-paparazzi continues to feed me and give me treats-and allow me to sleep on her bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8maG9dHhZlw/Tpels1ncGRI/AAAAAAAAA7I/yBtva5JT6WM/s1600/DSC_2556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8maG9dHhZlw/Tpels1ncGRI/AAAAAAAAA7I/yBtva5JT6WM/s320/DSC_2556.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I've been leading a quiet retired life. I gobble my senior chow with vivacity most days. I help do the pre-rinse of the baking bowls every few days, and my most recent part-time job is that of chicken herder. I am a Shep&lt;i&gt;herd&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;after all. Those birds need some guidance sometimes, at least I'm under the impression. My humans disagree, but since when do they know what's best anyway?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hope you're all doing well and getting into the human food as best you can,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;♥Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3970901128462213362?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3970901128462213362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3970901128462213362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3970901128462213362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3970901128462213362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-retired-life.html' title='My Retired Life'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-km5NXktHYNE/TpelKt5ATZI/AAAAAAAAA64/D1njZbTMOqQ/s72-c/DSC_2533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3925580301206680128</id><published>2011-02-02T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:17:13.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rolling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cold, White Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Good evening my dearest canine friends!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back by popular demand...for the evening anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I was truly touched by the few who said they were glad I posted!&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm here to tell you of my dreary recent days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there were murmurs from the humans about a big weather-related  event. Apparently there was going to be lots of that white wet stuff  falling from the sky; lots and lots. Just before it came time for me to  beg for human food while they ingested the good stuff, the ringing black  box sounded and it was that educational place my human sister goes to.  They said she wouldn't have to come the next day (or today, for those of  us who haven't made that connection).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I may be just a dog, but the way they made it sound, there wasn't just supposed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt; of the white stuff, there was going to be tons, upon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tons, &lt;/span&gt;upon &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But that didn't happen. We got enough to cover my paws when I walk outside, and that was all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not disappointed. We already had enough to go up to my belly, I  can't walk in it any deeper! And as long as there's enough for me to  roll around in, I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister took pictures of me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the other dog&lt;/span&gt; the other day, and she made some perty collages. Here is I. And here is also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the other dog&lt;/span&gt;, Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/TUn_bnMK9MI/AAAAAAAAA4w/bGZNJYOvmqU/s1600/Abby%2B%2526%2BSasha%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/TUn_bnMK9MI/AAAAAAAAA4w/bGZNJYOvmqU/s400/Abby%2B%2526%2BSasha%2Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569263264061912258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That directly above is us ruling the human girl's bed. As it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been playing ball with the human girl. She hides my ball from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;the other dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, because that dog is a BALL DESTROYER! So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;the other dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; has been gone for about a week now (but will return soon, I fear) so the girl has been playing with me. Which always goes well until she inevitably throws the ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; me. She claims it's my fault I get in the way; I claim  I'm obviously just trying to get in the game and she should be reading my mind, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I've been doing well. I helped myself to a box of 6 mini croissants the other day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;succeeded in getting a mini meal too after many hours of begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/TUn_bidtKvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/qN4FvFPv9l0/s1600/Abby%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/TUn_bidtKvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/qN4FvFPv9l0/s400/Abby%2Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569263262793280242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay warm doggies! And beware; humans are not actually very good at predicting weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3925580301206680128?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3925580301206680128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3925580301206680128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3925580301206680128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3925580301206680128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2011/02/cold-white-stuff.html' title='Cold, White Stuff'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/TUn_bnMK9MI/AAAAAAAAA4w/bGZNJYOvmqU/s72-c/Abby%2B%2526%2BSasha%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-67752962793828767</id><published>2010-12-28T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:43:29.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sasha'/><title type='text'>The Annual "I'm Still Alive" Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/TRo8Rj4wtkI/AAAAAAAAA4g/eBpoz9_Rdvk/s1600/abby%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/TRo8Rj4wtkI/AAAAAAAAA4g/eBpoz9_Rdvk/s400/abby%2Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555819362703685186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hello blogger pups! Abby here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I know it's been over a year now since I last posted. I just wanted to check in with y'all and say--I'm still doing great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My humans tell me I've gotten a little more gray around the edges, but otherwise, there's nothing new to really report with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The picture collage above is of me a couple weeks before Christmas. I was snoozin' and the silly human girl had to put flashing box in my face. Yes, she still confuzzles me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sasha the annoying dog-who-is-still-considered-a-puppy lives in our house often. I've gotten used to her; she's kinda fun. She certainly steals attention from me, but that's alright, I'm old, I get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The humans speak ill of me at times. They say I get senile as I age and that I don't respect rules anymore...rules such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;don't eat the batch of cookies on the counter, no going in the basement, don't make yourself at home on the girl's bed, don't go upstairs to eat the tootsie rolls out of the litter box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Well. They probably do have a point, I do all that stuff...but you know, what's there to live for otherwise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Alright I admit I don't get tootsie rolls anymore. They bought a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;baby gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. Come on! I'm 77 in dog years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sheesh. They'll be the end of me. But I still love 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hope you're all doing well puppers. Hopefully I can publish another post next year about how  I'm doin'. By then I'll probably need mother goose glasses though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Love to you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;~Abby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-67752962793828767?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/67752962793828767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=67752962793828767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/67752962793828767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/67752962793828767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2010/12/annual-im-still-alive-post.html' title='The Annual &quot;I&apos;m Still Alive&quot; Post'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/TRo8Rj4wtkI/AAAAAAAAA4g/eBpoz9_Rdvk/s72-c/abby%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6574857194714198145</id><published>2009-10-24T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:45:42.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abby sick'/><title type='text'>I'M STILL ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SuO7WclvKhI/AAAAAAAAA3c/sKpS8YU0-sU/s1600-h/DSCF1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SuO7WclvKhI/AAAAAAAAA3c/sKpS8YU0-sU/s400/DSCF1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396362772825975314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SuO7WOvXc4I/AAAAAAAAA3U/VTtCrFFDJLg/s1600-h/DSCF1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SuO7WOvXc4I/AAAAAAAAA3U/VTtCrFFDJLg/s400/DSCF1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396362769108267906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SuO7V5iNfhI/AAAAAAAAA3M/RMqpZWIUxgY/s1600-h/DSCF1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SuO7V5iNfhI/AAAAAAAAA3M/RMqpZWIUxgY/s400/DSCF1377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396362763415944722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SuO7VS9TLtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/S5aZs6xBE6k/s1600-h/DSCF1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SuO7VS9TLtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/S5aZs6xBE6k/s400/DSCF1379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396362753060581074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello, pups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LONG time no-post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's almost been a year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't get too excited; I'm pretty sure I'm not coming back to blogging for good....I just thought I'd drop in to let you know that I'm still living :P!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been doing good...I'm turning a little gray around the edges, but I'm still mischevious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why, just tonight I stole half a coffee cake off the counter while the humans were out of the house and ate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And for good measure, I ate 1/2 a cup of my food that was on the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have no shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In spring I got allergies again, and lost the hair on my ears and it was terrible....but now I get fish oil pills wrapped in salami a lot, and that helps me. My ears are all soft again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I play with my human brother's dog a lot. Sasha; she stayed with us for 3 weeks in August. She's fun to play with; I only get a little jealous of her sharing half my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm all decked out for Halloween; see my color? And my bandanna? That was from the groomers last week. I came back smelling like coconut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well...I hope all you doggies are doing ok! I love ya all :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6574857194714198145?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6574857194714198145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6574857194714198145' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6574857194714198145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6574857194714198145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;M STILL ALIVE!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SuO7WclvKhI/AAAAAAAAA3c/sKpS8YU0-sU/s72-c/DSCF1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8657541803471651001</id><published>2008-11-20T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:19:25.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I was tagged...and I didn't even notice(I'm a LITTLE slow, all right?!!!)...and then I was tagged again...and that time I DID notice. So here is my tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first tagged by &lt;a href="http://duklemm2.blogspot.com"&gt;Dunja&lt;/a&gt; and then &lt;a href="http://thegerman349.blogspot.com/"&gt;Markus.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open the sixth folder of pictures on your computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick the sixth picture in the folder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tell about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tag others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SSYWvNUzu_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/0NnHpY5vVos/s1600-h/Melissa+and+Serena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SSYWvNUzu_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/0NnHpY5vVos/s400/Melissa+and+Serena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270925414170344434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I use the same computer as my human sis, and she already did this post, so I couldn't POSSIBLY use the same picture, so I did it kinda back words....I opened the sixth folder from the bottom of the list, and picked the sixth picture from the end in the folder....so this is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my sister.  On a short little horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rides horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks they are cool.  And she puts up with all of them.  Personally, if I was a human (don't worry...I'm purely dog) I would not ever go near a horse. Because their brains are teeny. Compared to mine, anyway, and they don't deserve my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is just my personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;But admit it-&lt;br /&gt;It's a good opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she rode that horse. It's name was Sarina.  It reared a few times, but she said it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;When I rear, my humans call it jumping up, and I'm not allowed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the same with horses.  But that horse up there jumped up ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That proves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That horse wasn't supposed to jump, but it did, proving it's brain is smaller then mine, because it should have seen a good smack coming with the crop before it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, ignorant pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my tag.&lt;br /&gt;I will now tag my love, &lt;a href="http://www.bentherotti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt;, and I don't have time to pick out more pups, so if you read this, consider yourself tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, over and up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8657541803471651001?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8657541803471651001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8657541803471651001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8657541803471651001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8657541803471651001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SSYWvNUzu_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/0NnHpY5vVos/s72-c/Melissa+and+Serena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6771182992737093404</id><published>2008-10-28T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:15:13.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Picture-Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SQeA2hyDM8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/8iCfPTd7Aq8/s1600-h/Abby%21%21%21abbyedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SQeA2hyDM8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/8iCfPTd7Aq8/s400/Abby%21%21%21abbyedited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262316363875300290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6771182992737093404?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6771182992737093404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6771182992737093404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6771182992737093404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6771182992737093404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-picture-post.html' title='Just a Picture-Post'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SQeA2hyDM8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/8iCfPTd7Aq8/s72-c/Abby%21%21%21abbyedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6167754764050672163</id><published>2008-10-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:31:15.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helllooooo again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SQNH35lKV0I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/AErckEqVj98/s1600-h/abbyatthebeachpink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SQNH35lKV0I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/AErckEqVj98/s400/abbyatthebeachpink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261127815373936450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Helloooooooo doggies!  I'm back for a quick visit!  Again....pretty much just to show you this cute picture of me.  My human mommy and sister and some visitors and I went to the beach last May together and my human sis took this picture.  THEN on picnik.com she changed it so everything is black and white 'cept for my collar (which is a gorgeous pink even in real life) and she added the words and the cool frame thing.  Isn't this cute? I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed last Wednesday here...at least, I think it was Wednesday.  Anyway, it snowed up here in the hills at our house a full 2 inches!  And the town below us only got a few sprinkles.  Phooey.  But it melted quick, and now its gone.  But it was funny, because one day it was fall, and the next---Winter!!! So that's my news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honored that so many of you left comments on my quick post last time.  Thank you so much!  I always know I have doggy friends here in the cyber world.  I'm going to curl up and nap now, because it's been raining allllll day so far.  You know what our dumb cat Freckles keeps doing? Going outside.  And getting drenched.  And drinking water off the boards on the porch.  And going in.  And then wanting to go back out again.  She's sooo silly.  Silly, silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all I have to say today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came to live with the family I have now, in 2001, I was a scared-y-dog.  I could barely protect myself, let alone my human companions.  Guess what I am now?  I'm a *dangerous* watch dog!  Kinda.  I keep trying to protect my sister from her horse, but it's kinda hard to protect her when she's sitting ON the horse.  I bark and chase the pony, and she doesn't like that.  But it's ok, she just doesn't understand.  I wonder how that pony forces my sister on her, anyway?  Poor sis.  She doesn't realize that horse is eeeeeevil.  EVIL I say!  Well, maybe I only see her as eveeeeil because my sister gives her more attention then she gives me...but I'm rambling. And I know my sis loves me.  So I'll let you go before I get you even more confused and bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good, rain-less weekend, furry friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6167754764050672163?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6167754764050672163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6167754764050672163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6167754764050672163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6167754764050672163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/10/helllooooo-again.html' title='Helllooooo again!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SQNH35lKV0I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/AErckEqVj98/s72-c/abbyatthebeachpink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4709435307879978656</id><published>2008-09-28T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T05:51:36.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-99.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-99.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970207976601&amp;amp;site=widget-99.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="white-space: nowrap; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970207976601&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-99.slide.com/p1/360287970207976601/ms_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970207976601&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-99.slide.com/p2/360287970207976601/ms_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970207976601&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-99.slide.com/p4/360287970207976601/ms_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hello, lady and gent dogs!  I'm just on for a quick visit to let you know I'm still alive and doing well.  I didn't want you to worry that I was gone or somthin'...anyway, here are some recent pictures of me that my sis' took.  Do you see that cute Beau dog?  Well, his owner came and visited this summer in August and he's in training!  He's goin' to be a guiding eyes pup!  He's really cool.  He's lots of fun and he's doin' well already--his owner is doing a great job!  I can't wait until he's got a person to lead around, that'll show the world how cool we canines are!  And he'll probably look pretty sharp, too, in his jacket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I said, just a quick post.  I hope you all are doing well!  I don't even know how many of you check this blog anymore, but I thought I'd drop a note anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4709435307879978656?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4709435307879978656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4709435307879978656' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4709435307879978656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4709435307879978656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8899551612046756849</id><published>2008-06-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:17:55.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY AND FEED A STARVING PERSON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freerice.com/banners/120_240_Vertical.jpg" alt="Help end world hunger" border="0" height="240" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Guys! Just dropping by to say, &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/index.php"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play on Free Rice whenever you're board-it's kinda fun, and it feeds people, too! AWESOME!           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8899551612046756849?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8899551612046756849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8899551612046756849' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8899551612046756849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8899551612046756849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/06/play-and-feed-starving-person.html' title='PLAY AND FEED A STARVING PERSON!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4972668242316927405</id><published>2008-06-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:35.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello, Pups! I have no excuse for not having posted since Mommy's day...All I can say is that I'm sorry.  I am still alive, just have been too lazy to slide myself into the computer chair and make a post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I DO have to wish my human &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://cdgagudl.blogspot.com"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  You're another year older! YEY! ;-)  I hope you have a wonderful day, and I'll try not to roll in smelly stuff and get dirty, just for today...and, what the heck, I'll through tomorrow in, too, for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SEr9JuxbvII/AAAAAAAAAiw/HQ_5bzJpF2w/s1600-h/HappyBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SEr9JuxbvII/AAAAAAAAAiw/HQ_5bzJpF2w/s400/HappyBirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209254262623419522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say it guys, but I think I have to kind of quit this blog.  I'm not deleting it, but don't expect a post often.  I'm sorry to do this to you...but I have to.  I'll still post sometimes, and I'll read your blogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4972668242316927405?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4972668242316927405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4972668242316927405' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4972668242316927405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4972668242316927405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SEr9JuxbvII/AAAAAAAAAiw/HQ_5bzJpF2w/s72-c/HappyBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-9048508801431882540</id><published>2008-05-11T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:36.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>Happy Mommy's Day!......A Walk in the Woods....90 posts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SCdr4Qa-QZI/AAAAAAAAAig/mcJ3Br8wX-s/s1600-h/035redpaint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SCdr4Qa-QZI/AAAAAAAAAig/mcJ3Br8wX-s/s400/035redpaint.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199242909047472530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hey, guys! I'm really sorry I haven't posted, there is no excuse for that, just laziness, and I'm ashamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mommy's Day to all the mommy's out there, human AND dog!  I was thinking, what about doggies?  Do dog-mom's get to celebrate Mom's day?!? I don't know my doggy mom....did she &lt;a href="http://showcase.netins.net/web/pointview/German%20shepherd%20Rinnyvw2.jpg"&gt;look like this&lt;/a&gt;?  Or was that my dad? Or did she &lt;a href="http://www.pedigreedogs.co.uk/images_breeds/airedale_terrier.jpg"&gt;look like THIS&lt;/a&gt;?  Or was THAT my dad? Or maybe they were both already mixed dogs, or one of them was a mix, and they had those two breeds in them? Or am I three breeds? I really don't know.... I wish I did, though.  All my humans know is that before they got me, when I was a year old, I had been in two families.  The first family brought me to a shelter, another person picked me up, didn't like me, and brought me back to the same shelter.  When I had left the shelter the first time, my name was Liberty, the second time I went back to it, my name was Abby....I like Abby a lot more.  It's cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in honor of Mother's day we (my mom, dad, and human bro) went for a walk in our woods.....and the horse. This caused a problem, see, at the beginning of the walk I wasn't on the leash and I, just for fun, ran up to the horse and barked and pretended to bite her.  Of course I COULDN'T bite her, but I pretended.  Well, my humans yelled at me in that most annoying way, but I blew it off and did it again, and where did that get me?!? On the leash! Do you see me in the picture?! Notice the leash? (that's my human brother holding me)....well, it ruined the walk.  It was still nice, but so not cool....I cropped out me from that picture because I had this adorable face on, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SCdr4ga-QaI/AAAAAAAAAio/iQO0Qx66vlA/s1600-h/Abby+on+the+driveway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SCdr4ga-QaI/AAAAAAAAAio/iQO0Qx66vlA/s400/Abby+on+the+driveway.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199242913342439842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now I must go...I hope you enjoyed your weekend, and I hope you guys have a great week to come! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, from now on the time that the post is posted will not be the real time, because I can't change the time to what it is or else blogger will think it's a scheduled post time thing even though it isn't...right now it's really 6:08 PM, just so you know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-9048508801431882540?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9048508801431882540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=9048508801431882540' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/9048508801431882540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/9048508801431882540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mommys-daya-walk-in-woods90-posts.html' title='Happy Mommy&apos;s Day!......A Walk in the Woods....90 posts!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SCdr4Qa-QZI/AAAAAAAAAig/mcJ3Br8wX-s/s72-c/035redpaint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3440271405581136127</id><published>2008-05-03T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:36.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rolling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Sorry I Was Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SB0DKplMvNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Q2FqY2pLfF8/s1600-h/Stream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SB0DKplMvNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Q2FqY2pLfF8/s400/Stream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196313026550873298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SB0DK5lMvOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/NnWQm4KIBXA/s1600-h/Rolling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SB0DK5lMvOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/NnWQm4KIBXA/s400/Rolling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196313030845840610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I am back, dear puppies!  I'm so very sorry that I haven't been on---in truth, I've been lazy, with spring being here now, I've been running away, making my mom drive around looking for me, making people angry, all the jazz, you know?  It's a ton of fun.  Anyway, on Monday this past week I went and the vet took out my stitches, so no more lampshade, no more painful paw. All that's left for evidence of my procedure is some shaved off hair.  I've been living the life lately, like I said.  I've also been dutifully chasing the cats, going on walks...which, by the way, aren't as fun anymore because my mom won't let me off the leash because I 'run away'...I don't get it, humans can go wherever they like to go, and no one stops them, far as I know, which isn't very far, I guess.  Maybe it's because dogs don't bother to go to a room designated for going potty, and my mom doesn't want me to 'litter' on other people's property...I guess I could understand that...I guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The first picture is of me in a stream at our house.  They are flowing wonderfully, and I'm planning an attack for one of the next hot days---I lay down in the stream and make mom totally mad...even if I'm on the leash, I can still cause trouble.  Brilliant, huh? Especially since she payed money for me to get a bath at the vet...I'm just awesome...anyway, the second is taken today, yes, today, very recent, of me rolling in the clean, cool grass.  I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3440271405581136127?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3440271405581136127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3440271405581136127' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3440271405581136127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3440271405581136127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-i-was-gone.html' title='Sorry I Was Gone'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SB0DKplMvNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Q2FqY2pLfF8/s72-c/Stream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3100432384185211756</id><published>2008-04-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:36.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I'm Home.....with My Personal Lampshade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SBEinZlMvLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aGPTUkoRzew/s1600-h/Abby+with+cone2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SBEinZlMvLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aGPTUkoRzew/s400/Abby+with+cone2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192969905612045490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SBEinplMvMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/95fyE65r_D4/s1600-h/Abby%27s+stiches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SBEinplMvMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/95fyE65r_D4/s400/Abby%27s+stiches.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192969909907012802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello! Guess what? I'm at home!  Let me tell you exactly what happened at the vet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to the kennel/vet and I was already not very happy....My humans took me to the place behind bars AGAIN!  And imagine, when I thought it couldn't get any worse, they gassed me and did 'surgery' and when they were done, I was wearing that big plastic lampshade thing and my paw hurt! First they had a bandage on my paw, so I couldn't see what they had done, but then they took it off, and I have string in my skin! Wow, I'm sorry, I must have just totally disgusted you...my sincere apologies.  Anyway, I'm sorry, I must have disgusted you with the picture as well, but that's my paw...they took off the funny "bump"-it's not cancerous, whatever that means, they said it was a 'fatty tumor'...I'm guessing that means a bump made of fat.  It's off now, and the only drawback is I wear that dumb cone...I'm so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; embarrassed!  I can't change it, I guess...my humans do take if off me when they can watch me to make sure I don't pull out the stitches, and I'm fine, but I have to wear it at night...well, at least it's clear! I can see! And man, when my humans picked me up, I was so happy to see them, I forgot about the cone! A human friend of mine said "The cone is the lampshade, you're the lightbulb!", and I kind of like that because people are smart when they have lighbulbs above their heads, so I take that as a compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Talk to you all soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3100432384185211756?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3100432384185211756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3100432384185211756' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3100432384185211756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3100432384185211756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-homewith-my-personal-lampshade.html' title='I&apos;m Home.....with My Personal Lampshade'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SBEinZlMvLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aGPTUkoRzew/s72-c/Abby+with+cone2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-125695505724208190</id><published>2008-04-20T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:37.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chihuahua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cone'/><title type='text'>Hello, just a quick visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAtCmFfiMpI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tj0tGC0Cyls/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAtCmFfiMpI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tj0tGC0Cyls/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191316217551532690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello, doggies! I'm here at the kennel!  They FINALLY let me on to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;! I had forgotten to have my human mom sign papers that I could go on, and there was a big line, so FINALLY the line died down and I convinced those people to let me on...I don't have much to say...they gave me this gas stuff to make me sleepy, and then they did something to my leg, and now my bump is gone...well, I'm assuming it is because of the slight pain and the big, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; cone over my head...humans, humans, humans..is this hunk of plastic supposed to be a fashion statement?!?  Well, I'm surviving, I guess...phase two is next Wednesday----BATH TIME! I'll show pictures...maybe, if my Benny-boy is lucky, they'll give me a cute bandanna to show off...I'll look just SO MUCH cuter! Well, I have to sign off now, darn chihuahua is behind me in line and is doing that oh-so-annoying, high pitched yap...darn dog...No offense to all you chihuahuas out there...Enjoy the picture of me in my better times, guys! Until next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST noticed, if you look at my front paw in the picture you can see the bump...except it grew since that picture, which was taken last summer...but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-125695505724208190?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/125695505724208190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=125695505724208190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/125695505724208190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/125695505724208190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-just-quick-visit.html' title='Hello, just a quick visit'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAtCmFfiMpI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tj0tGC0Cyls/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-1887999430452980537</id><published>2008-04-15T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:49:24.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Playing with Tennis Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, forgot to say one thing, this is a video my sister took while she was playing with me...she did a bad job taping, she kept making it sound all windy and stuff...she says sorry. Anyway, enjoy the video!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NZwQM64uWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NZwQM64uWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-1887999430452980537?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1887999430452980537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=1887999430452980537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1887999430452980537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1887999430452980537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-with-tennis-ball.html' title='Playing with Tennis Ball'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8860775056271232083</id><published>2008-04-15T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:38.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yogurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet'/><title type='text'>Spring, Yogurt, and Big, Canvas Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAVLIr1kzYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XF3wNE24Mno/s1600-h/abby+in+stream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAVLIr1kzYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XF3wNE24Mno/s400/abby+in+stream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189636758192835970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAVLI71kzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/lBWHavFc0dY/s1600-h/bags.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAVLI71kzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/lBWHavFc0dY/s400/bags.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189636762487803282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAVLJL1kzaI/AAAAAAAAAhk/OhnYY0mfMqY/s1600-h/abby+with+yogurt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAVLJL1kzaI/AAAAAAAAAhk/OhnYY0mfMqY/s400/abby+with+yogurt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189636766782770594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm here, doggies! Sorry I take so long to post! You CANNOT imagine how hard it is to get my human off the computer! But now she's off, for a minute, so I have a bit to post. First of all, Happy Spring! Spring has sprung here in our neck of the woods. We had some snow last Sunday, but it melted quick. The first picture is of me in our stream. Now that all this snow melted, we have a big stream and lots of little streams everywhere. I don't like swimming in big bodies of water, but I like the shallow stream! The second is of....*sniff*, canvas boxes. That's what they look like to me, anyway...I think they're called bags in real life, but I'll call them canvas boxes. Anyway, I know that whenever my humans get those out, I smell trouble. Whenever they come out they put tons of stuff in them, and then one morning I hop in the car, eager for a ride, but we end up at the vet's office. Yup, I think I have a kennel visit ahead of me. This happened last year, too. They went off to some warm place called Florida, and left me here to suffer. Can you believe it?! Plus, I heard that not only am I staying at the kennel, I'm getting 'surgery'. *GASP!* What is surgery? I don't think it's that nice...something about a bump on my leg that's getting bigger...anyway, the vet people are taking the little bump off my leg, and then I have to wear a-a---a cone! DOUBLE GASP! Holy wiener schnitzel! OH MY GOSH! To show all you doggies what a cone is, I borrowed a picture from another site. Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAVLJb1kzbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2SQx8ZDgqHY/s1600-h/conehead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAVLJb1kzbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2SQx8ZDgqHY/s400/conehead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189636771077737906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Terrible, isn't it?! I'm quite worried...but yogurt is good.  That's the last picture.  My mom finished a container of yogurt, and put it on the ground and said "Abby, do you like yogurt?".  I was like HOLY CANOLI! I didn't even know what it was, but if my mom puts it on the ground, I'm not dumb enough to turn away from it! So that's me eating yogurt.  Anyway, I have to go, I think tomorrow is the day I got the the vet's...*sigh*....I heard a rumor of a bath afterward...You'll see pictures when I get back, which is (according to my scribe) next Wednesday, the twenty-third.  Talk to you then, puppers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Actually, just so you know, my kennel does come with free Internet access, so I will be on to comment to you guys, but I can't post because they don't have pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;P.S..OH GOLLY, GOLLY, GOLLY, I just looked at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://www.bentherotti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ben's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; post, and I have to let you guys know, I have a new boyfriend named Ben...I like to call him Benny.  He's sweet, and handsome...and HE won't quit blogging, like my exboyfriend, Boomer, did. :D Talk to you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Photo from: http://www.diaryofawebsite.com/blog/2006/06/is-there-anything-funnier/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8860775056271232083?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8860775056271232083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8860775056271232083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8860775056271232083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8860775056271232083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-yogurt-and-big-canvas-boxes.html' title='Spring, Yogurt, and Big, Canvas Boxes'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/SAVLIr1kzYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XF3wNE24Mno/s72-c/abby+in+stream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-168520415081365200</id><published>2008-04-10T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:38.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R_63pT7w5HI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HeOJ6DcFUs8/s1600-h/DSC_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R_63pT7w5HI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HeOJ6DcFUs8/s400/DSC_1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187785741130851442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a quick post! I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.bentherotti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ben.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write a kind of poem thing with my middle name....I don't have a middle name...but my old, old, old name from years and years ago was Liberty, so I'll go by that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-loyal to my mom...oh, yeah, and the rest of my family&lt;br /&gt;I-impressive&lt;br /&gt;B-boy-crazy...just kidding...I think...;-)&lt;br /&gt;E-entertaining&lt;br /&gt;R-royal (royal, Loyal...)&lt;br /&gt;T-tough....yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;Y-Yankees fan (BOO-YAH ALL YOU REDSOX FANS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag, um...idk, &lt;a href="http://piratevikings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Misha&lt;/a&gt;........wow, this happened last time, I didn't do anyone but Misha....Oh, I can do my sister's pen pal, &lt;a href="http://www.ridingrawhide.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alli..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of...sorry! I might not post for awhile, I'm a really, really busy pup! Sorry! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-168520415081365200?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/168520415081365200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=168520415081365200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/168520415081365200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/168520415081365200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R_63pT7w5HI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HeOJ6DcFUs8/s72-c/DSC_1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-2650285602278361824</id><published>2008-03-22T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:38.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PetFancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year&apos;s Best Pet'/><title type='text'>I'm #1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R-VD5ryodqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hjc78948pk0/s1600-h/Abbymagezinecoversummerinthegrass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R-VD5ryodqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hjc78948pk0/s400/Abbymagezinecoversummerinthegrass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180621604646319778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R-VD57yodrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/frdRW7iO-uU/s1600-h/abbymagsummersmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R-VD57yodrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/frdRW7iO-uU/s400/abbymagsummersmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180621608941287090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know what you're thinking. Either you're thinking "FINALLY, Abby posted" or you're thinking,"HOLY WEINER SCHNITZEL, IS THAT ABBY ON THE COVER OF THAT MAGAZINE?!?". The answer to both those questions is yes.  That's me on the cover.  Do any of you get PetFancy Mag?  Well, I don't, but while in the vets office last summer my human just happened to pick up the latest addition of it and saw a contest in it...for what you ask? YBP(Year's Best Pet).  All you had to do is send in a picture of yourself(as in, a picture of your pet) and tell about it.  We sent in two pictures, and told about me, and BELIEVE IT or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;, I won.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, they had some professional photographer's come in and take photos of me during the seasons-last summer and this winter.  The above pictures were their favorite of all...but they can't decide which one to take! OH NO! So, as soon as they decide, look for me in PetFancy magazine, as this YEAR'S BEST PET!&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, which picture would you pups have chosen for the cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;***Disclaimer----contents of this post may not be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entirely &lt;/span&gt;true or accurate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-2650285602278361824?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2650285602278361824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=2650285602278361824' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2650285602278361824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2650285602278361824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-1.html' title='I&apos;m #1!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R-VD5ryodqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hjc78948pk0/s72-c/Abbymagezinecoversummerinthegrass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-2384810008448931110</id><published>2008-03-08T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:38.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I Mourn for the Muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R9M_l45tHBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/StRAm0bfXCM/s1600-h/Mmmm,+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R9M_l45tHBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/StRAm0bfXCM/s400/Mmmm,+food.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175550316940958738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R9M_Q45tHAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WgPZr-Al8KQ/s1600-h/NO%21+They+hid+it%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R9M_Q45tHAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WgPZr-Al8KQ/s400/NO%21+They+hid+it%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175549956163705858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R9M--o5tG_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/_QJVfn9bfqM/s1600-h/Yum,+yum,+yum%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R9M--o5tG_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/_QJVfn9bfqM/s400/Yum,+yum,+yum%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175549642631093234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello, puppers!&lt;br /&gt;Do you see those pictures up there? Well, I hope so....let me tell you a story.  When I was just a wee little pup my family and I lived in a different house.  One day the humans did something totally innocent-they left a loaf of bread on the counter.  Fine, right? I mean, where else does it go?  Well, I was the type of dog that just happened to...lets say LOVE bread.  So I helped myself to the loaf-potato bread, I believe....those were the days...before wheat bread. ANYWAY, I put my paws on the counter, took out two slices of bread (I didn't want to be too greedy), and took them into our living room to eat.  My brother was on the computer, playing games, and he saw me....well, I got in trouble.  Since then, whenever my family leaves the house, they put all the good stuff in the cupboard! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!  It's so mean! First they eat some bread-toasting it to the perfect temperature and toasty-ness, smothering it in butter and jam, or eggs...teasing me by eating it before my eyes. And then I don't get any and they hide it! Do you see the STUFF in that basket?  English muffins, potato bread(which is used STRICTLY for french toast), gummy bears....and you see that last picture? THAT is how I WOULD look if they'd let me have an 'all you can eat human food buffet day'...but instead I mourn over the loss of eating muffins...if any of you dogs could teach me how to open that cupboard door, that'd be great.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go...nothing much else to say, so....bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**By the way, I have to apologize for the bad quality of the first 2 pictures. (the second was taken by my awesome human mom...figures, her's is fine)  My main photographer was slacking that day, and didn't bother to notice a smudge on the camera lense. Sorry!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-2384810008448931110?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2384810008448931110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=2384810008448931110' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2384810008448931110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2384810008448931110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-mourn-for-muffins.html' title='I Mourn for the Muffins'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R9M_l45tHBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/StRAm0bfXCM/s72-c/Mmmm,+food.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4851436500230828036</id><published>2008-03-01T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:39.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Here's Abby with the....News? There is None.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R8n9pXIJTaI/AAAAAAAAAfc/OiSsanKwqZk/s1600-h/lying+down.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R8n9pXIJTaI/AAAAAAAAAfc/OiSsanKwqZk/s400/lying+down.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172944534036368802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R8n9qHIJTbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/9zsGa9efhoY/s1600-h/Abby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R8n9qHIJTbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/9zsGa9efhoY/s400/Abby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172944546921270706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R8n9qnIJTcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rFb6kHpH-Ps/s1600-h/Abby%27s+left+side2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R8n9qnIJTcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rFb6kHpH-Ps/s400/Abby%27s+left+side2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172944555511205314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R8n9rHIJTdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wXfsG1eVeYE/s1600-h/Hello,+I+may+i+come+in.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R8n9rHIJTdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wXfsG1eVeYE/s400/Hello,+I+may+i+come+in.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172944564101139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Hello, I'm Abby, and I'm here to bring you THE LATEST news update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;.....Ok, what do I say now? Obviously it's a good thing I'm not a reporter because A)my company would make no green paper that humans like so much because B)I am the most boring dog in the world. Yes, I admit it, I'm struggling to find things to post about....I've got to tell my editor to think of the most interesting subjects about me....oh, wait, there is nothing interesting left, I've covered all 3: Sleeping, Eating, walking...Ok, so I'm blabbering a little. I'll start talking about the pictures now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, the first few pictures of me are just pictures my human sis (AKA, Mrs. Editor,  and now also assuming the role of Photographer) is FORCING me to post. Why? Because I look just B-E-A-UTIFUL in them....so that wasn't very modest, I realize this. Not modest at all...oh well.  Anyway, the biggest reason is that for once she was the one to take the pictures of me, and they actually turned out really nice-she thinks so anyway-so she wants to share them. Her secret? Put the camera on the floor facing me and hit the button. That way they aren't shaky and you see me from my level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;The third picture is of a feline.  A boy feline.  A feline that lives in the barn. A feline named Gronemeyer, as seen on my sister's blog.  Yes, this is Gronemeyer.  What is so great about him?  Well, first of all, Gronemeyer is a famous singer in Germany-oh, wait, cats can't sing.  Right, I'm talking about Herbert Gronemeyer, the singer...OUR Gronemeyer is a cat.  Why is he on MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; blog?  Because he happens to be my favorite subject lately, besides cat food that I'm not supposed to eat, and the horse's manure pile(which I'm also not supposed to eat).  You see, he keeps teasing me.  Just today I came out of the house, ready to do some exploring with my human sis, and who do I see peeking out from underneath our porch steps? Mr. Gronemeyer.  So he started a game: As soon as I got nose-to-nose with him, he raced back under the stairs.  I got the oh-so-fun job of standing there and feeling humiliated by the fact that the CAT tricked me.  And every time he DOES let me chase him, he climbs up a tree, and then meows really *cough, choke, gasp* cutely(I don't think that's a word...I really mean cute) and makes ME look like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;THE MOST TERRIBLE DOG IN THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; in front of my sister.  Let's just say I get yelled at, sent in the house, and the cat gets 'rescued'(he got up, I'm pretty sure he can get down) from the tree by my human sis.  Very nice, huh? No offense all you cats out there, but I'm totally not fond of your species.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;So, that's what's going on in my life right now.  How about you doggies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Have a great time until my next post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4851436500230828036?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4851436500230828036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4851436500230828036' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4851436500230828036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4851436500230828036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-heres-abby-with-thenews-there-is.html' title='Now Here&apos;s Abby with the....News? There is None.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R8n9pXIJTaI/AAAAAAAAAfc/OiSsanKwqZk/s72-c/lying+down.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6765881445874789715</id><published>2008-02-26T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:06:09.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCATTERGORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I was looking at blogs today and found &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://brushstrokesfromtheheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wanda's&lt;/a&gt; post-a scattergories game.  Though I've only played Scattergories once, I like doing it on here (my blog).  It's more fun without the timer ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have to do is you have to copy these questions (I guess...or make some up) and instead of doing MY name, you use yours.  Then, on every question, you have to answer with the first letter of your name.  Ready? Here goes....oh, and you can't repeat a word, which means that since you used your name on the first one, you can't use it anywhere else.  A dictionary helps, too...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your name...........................Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 Letter word....................................Apes&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle................................................Automobile&lt;br /&gt;City......................................................Albany (New York)&lt;br /&gt;Boy Name...........................................Arnold&lt;br /&gt;Girl Name...........................................Annie&lt;br /&gt;Occupation..........................................Accountant&lt;br /&gt;Something you wear.........................Abby Hair(I'm cheating there, I know...but my humans where my hair a lot!)&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity.............................................Ashley Olson&lt;br /&gt;Food......................................................Alpo dog food(or apples)&lt;br /&gt;Something found in a bathroom........Aloe Lotion&lt;br /&gt;Reason for being late...........................Alpo dog food (I had to eat first!)&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character...............................Abby the Wonder Dog!(Does anyone know a cartoon character beginning with 'A'?)&lt;br /&gt;Something you shout..........................Abbers! Come here, dog! (My humans don't normally call me Abbers, btw)&lt;br /&gt;Animal....................................................Anteater&lt;br /&gt;Body part...............................................Arm&lt;br /&gt;Word to describe you............................Awesome...so that wasn't very modest, I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I kind of cheated...ok, kind of a lot. But atleast I posted! Maybe you want to try it, if you're struggling for a post-idea..... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6765881445874789715?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6765881445874789715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6765881445874789715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6765881445874789715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6765881445874789715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/scattergories.html' title='SCATTERGORIES'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3624585522937071415</id><published>2008-02-24T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:17:40.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Tricks.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66140890f8522464" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66140890f8522464%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330358941%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42D9C48DE46B3527132F21F8E95E953D39DE4E9E.F3544A09D400F8CFB7C8110A45FEA91F69AE56E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66140890f8522464%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPA7XvTRQrZNfAfkRSE5_hh4eEiw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66140890f8522464%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330358941%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42D9C48DE46B3527132F21F8E95E953D39DE4E9E.F3544A09D400F8CFB7C8110A45FEA91F69AE56E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66140890f8522464%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPA7XvTRQrZNfAfkRSE5_hh4eEiw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to post! I just gotta let you guys know first that I'm not coughing anymore! YEY! It's gone!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I took this little video the other day.  Obviously I was more focused on the bacon treat my sister was holding then doing the tricks perfectly, but maybe you'll like the video anyway.  I don't have much else to say about it. Sorry I haven't posted!  I don't really have anything to post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt;.  My life is pretty boring in the winter.  It consists only of sleeping, eating, and going for walks.  Pray that I get a better idea for a post soon! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3624585522937071415?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=66140890f8522464&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3624585522937071415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3624585522937071415' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3624585522937071415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3624585522937071415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/playing-tricks.html' title='Playing Tricks.....'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-1140132904962041151</id><published>2008-02-10T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:39.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Hunter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6-pTd4H5bI/AAAAAAAAAfM/2l-DRsxt5N8/s1600-h/EastGraySquirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6-pTd4H5bI/AAAAAAAAAfM/2l-DRsxt5N8/s400/EastGraySquirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165533449519883698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Cute squirrel, huh?  Well, how proud would I sound if I said I killed one this morning?! I KNOW, I'M AWESOME!  Ok, so most humans probably won't like to hear that, but I just had to let you know.  This is my 3rd squirrel in my whole lifetime.  I thought of taking a picture of the squirrel I got, but I thought it'd be too gruesome for the ladies, so I just took this nice picture off google.  Yes, I'm a huntin' dog.  Dad didn't say it, but I'm sure he was happy-one less animal eating the bird food away from the birds! YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Well, just had to share my victory in a quick post.  Have a good week, everyone!  It's time for me to go to my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-1140132904962041151?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1140132904962041151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=1140132904962041151' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1140132904962041151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1140132904962041151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-hunter.html' title='I&apos;m a Hunter!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6-pTd4H5bI/AAAAAAAAAfM/2l-DRsxt5N8/s72-c/EastGraySquirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8527615452771013642</id><published>2008-02-08T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:35:25.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged! 7 Strange Things:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I've been tagged by that one human named Allen.  Sherman's owner.  Anyway, I'm supposed to tell 7 interesting things about me.  I'll do the 7 thing, but who knows if it'll be interesting! Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When my humans leave to go somewhere, they turn on the radio, Family Life Network (88.9) and The Frequancy of Heaven, 99.7, so I have Chuck Swindol's, Chip Ingram's, and David Jeramiah's messages all memorized.  Great pastors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like to chase the new cats outside-the boy one is such a chicken (I like to chase those, too); He runs away from me and climbs up a tree until I leave!  Baby! (literally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never had my dew claws removed (oh so interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've NEVER had to go to the vet except for the yearly checkups for being sick, until this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in 2 homes before my new humans got me, and my first owners were very mean to me, so it took me a long time to trust my new humans-now i'm a very nice, happy, kind pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first owners named me Liberty, and my second ones named me Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;A lot of people think I'm a male doggy because I have a beard, and when my humans inform then that I'm a girl, they tell me I need a beard trim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Oops, I forgot to tag people.  Okay, I tag Sherman, Patch, and Eddie, Peaches, and Bella.  Hope to see your posts soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8527615452771013642?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8527615452771013642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8527615452771013642' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8527615452771013642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8527615452771013642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-tagged-7-strange-things.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged! 7 Strange Things:'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4026320216387765330</id><published>2008-02-06T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:40.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back, with a Proper Diagnosis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6pN-u0O-gI/AAAAAAAAAfE/e37xFRSRvrg/s1600-h/picoftheyear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6pN-u0O-gI/AAAAAAAAAfE/e37xFRSRvrg/s400/picoftheyear.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164025662848039426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good news, people/dogs!  I found out whats wrong with me!  We went to the vet for a 3rd try, and they did more tests, and found out I have Lung Worms!  I know, it's strange that I'm celebrating, but atleast  I know now what's wrong!  My humans have to squirt a gross white stuff in my mouth to "help" me.  Well, I think it is helping, so I'm putting up with it. &lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you know, my fiasco is over!&lt;br /&gt;I got this picture in an email and just HAD to share it.  It's the picture of the year.  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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6T0Q-0O-eI/AAAAAAAAAew/JAykiD4axWg/s400/Abby+on+new+bed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162519645450598882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6T0Re0O-fI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nRssX6WeBvo/s1600-h/abbyinnewbedcropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6T0Re0O-fI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nRssX6WeBvo/s400/abbyinnewbedcropped.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162519654040533490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do you see that up there?!  That's my new bed!  I've ALWAYS wanted a new bed, with a fluffy pillow. Well, this bed is JUST a fluffy, comfy, soft pillow!  You see, my mom happened to say this morning that they (the humans) were going to get a new bed for me.  Upon further discussion I found out that it was because my mom read on some website that doggies get kennel cough because they are confined to a small area (kennel) that's dusty, and that makes them cough.  So, today they went to 3 stores to find the perfect bed, and they found it!  I don't get to use my cage anymore, and though I'm sad about that, I know this will (hopefully) help me get better, and come on, who doesn't want to lie on a nice, fleecy pillow?!  One side is brown fleece, and the other is tan and brown striped fabric-not fleece.  I like the fleece side.  It took me awhile to get used to the new pillow, but I'm happy with it now!  My sister is typing what I say and she says I should tell you that I'm lying spread out on my side, with my head resting (adorably, of course) on my arm/paw.  I'm so cute!  Well, just wanted to let you guys know the good news! Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-5470132380597081598?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5470132380597081598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=5470132380597081598' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5470132380597081598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5470132380597081598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-time-for-everything-even-new-bed.html' title='There&apos;s a Time for Everything-Even a New Bed!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6T0Q-0O-eI/AAAAAAAAAew/JAykiD4axWg/s72-c/Abby+on+new+bed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-1527873818408898448</id><published>2008-02-01T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:40.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um....What do I post?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6PLk-0O-dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BZ267RKnUaE/s1600-h/croppedabbyinhercagechristmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6PLk-0O-dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BZ267RKnUaE/s400/croppedabbyinhercagechristmas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162193434094533074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm afraid my posts are getting much too boring-and infrequant.  I'm still sick.  I'm confused-I thought the vet, though horrible as he/she is, is supposed to work magic!  Apparently, with me, it's not working.  I've already been to the vet twice and got Xrays and been "scoped" and gotton medicine, and I'm still coughing.  It says online that most of the time Kennel Cough only lasts about a week, and in very rare cases, up to 4 weeks, but I've had it since almost the beginning of December!  I just wish I was better-this picture is of what I look like most of the time now, on good days.  Some days my hair is ruffled, and I have to keep coughing.  What's up with this?!  I just hope I get better before summer, so I can run and play normally again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-1527873818408898448?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1527873818408898448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=1527873818408898448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1527873818408898448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1527873818408898448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/umwhat-do-i-post.html' title='Um....What do I post?!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R6PLk-0O-dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BZ267RKnUaE/s72-c/croppedabbyinhercagechristmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4783610037137936530</id><published>2008-01-26T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:40.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5vk4e0O-bI/AAAAAAAAAeY/lx1i3CM_DHo/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5vk4e0O-bI/AAAAAAAAAeY/lx1i3CM_DHo/s400/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159969457078991282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5vk4u0O-cI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BbTUSRK00so/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5vk4u0O-cI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BbTUSRK00so/s400/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159969461373958594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Funny pictures, huh?  What do you think of the first one?  Doesn't that cat seem to be saying "I didn't do it, I swear!"  I think so.  Shows that cats ARE evil creatures...oh, the nerve of them.  And that second picture, isn't it cool?  I wish my parents had let me see the chickens that close when they were little!  Mmmmm, yumm-I mean, it's so cute!  (how many of you can guess what happens next?!  I bet I know! ;-))&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4783610037137936530?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4783610037137936530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4783610037137936530' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4783610037137936530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4783610037137936530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-pictures.html' title='Funny Pictures....'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5vk4e0O-bI/AAAAAAAAAeY/lx1i3CM_DHo/s72-c/image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4950516564232650366</id><published>2008-01-21T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:41.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Ol' Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBIzesgsI/AAAAAAAAAdw/8DYjsAD7JWg/s1600-h/057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBIzesgsI/AAAAAAAAAdw/8DYjsAD7JWg/s400/057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158100567736484546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBJDesgtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbsgk8qNbeE/s1600-h/061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBJDesgtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qbsgk8qNbeE/s400/061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158100572031451858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBJDesguI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VJiysDh3hWQ/s1600-h/060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBJDesguI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VJiysDh3hWQ/s400/060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158100572031451874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBJTesgvI/AAAAAAAAAeI/gvG1s5LyTvY/s1600-h/062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBJTesgvI/AAAAAAAAAeI/gvG1s5LyTvY/s400/062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158100576326419186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBJjesgwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/hcV2U11rMFI/s1600-h/abbyintheflowersoldpicturefromdumpr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBJjesgwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/hcV2U11rMFI/s400/abbyintheflowersoldpicturefromdumpr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158100580621386498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, puppers! I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to post! This will just be a quick post.  Hmmm, lets see...Well, these pictures were taken by my mom last week, of me lying under the table.  Unfortunately, I still have Kennel Cough, even though I finished taking all my medicine.  Dumb, huh?  I can't run for a long time because after a few feet I have to cough.  It's terrible.  Word for the day: Never get Kennel Cough.  I got vaccinated for it in September, but it apparently didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The last picture was of me in the summer, and my sis uploaded it to dumpr.net under "make photos look old".  It's a good photo for the effect, huh?! I like it.  Anyway, I'm sorry I haven't posted, life's just busy, and I don't really have much to post about. Just snow, snow, and more snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Have a great week people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4950516564232650366?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4950516564232650366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4950516564232650366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4950516564232650366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4950516564232650366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-ol-me.html' title='Little Ol&apos; Me....'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R5VBIzesgsI/AAAAAAAAAdw/8DYjsAD7JWg/s72-c/057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3966037124437257353</id><published>2008-01-10T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:41.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R4bDQTesgqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1qfwy0LzLr4/s1600-h/DSCF9062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R4bDQTesgqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1qfwy0LzLr4/s400/DSCF9062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154021508446454434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello! This post has to be quick, because I have to post it before my sister starts complaining that I'm hogging the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you all know that a few weeks ago (actually, in the end of November) I got sick, trying to cough something up and all.  Well, it was better for awhile because I was eating special food and pills, but lately it got worse again.  I kept on coughing, and every time I tried to run I had to stop and cough! My mom took me to the vet on Monday, and he diagnosed me with Kennel Cough.  I did get a shot against kennel cough this year (its a cough I can get from other doggies at the kennel, obviously) but I got it anyway. The picture is just to fill some empty space, it's of me lying on the floor at the vets.  Anyway, I got new antibiotics for it, and the special food again, because my mom told the vet that while I ate the food I didn't cough, and he said maybe it was because of my food (although, I love my Alpo) so he gave us the food to see if it helps.  So, I'm feeling MUCH better, and the best of all is, I still get to eat treats!  The first time I was sick I wasn't allowed to eat treats, but I can now, and I still have treats from Gregor, and Gypsy's owners, and my human sis.......Mmm-mmm good.  Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3966037124437257353?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3966037124437257353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3966037124437257353' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3966037124437257353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3966037124437257353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-diagnosis.html' title='My Diagnosis'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R4bDQTesgqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1qfwy0LzLr4/s72-c/DSCF9062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-2168314249056413786</id><published>2008-01-05T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:41.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sniffle*-I Miss the Love of My Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3-t9jesgpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JVSY0lRrE3w/s1600-h/DSCF7928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3-t9jesgpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JVSY0lRrE3w/s400/DSCF7928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152027771742749330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Sniff*, Isn't he gorgeous?!?  I know you have all been wondering where I am (ok, maybe not, but...), so I looked through my pictures to find somthing to post about and, I found-thi-thi-this!  BOOMER!!!  I miss you so!  Why, why did you have to leave?!?  He was wonderful.  He's a Labradoodle, which is a poodle and a lab mix.  He lived here for almost a year, and then he had to leave because his humans said so.  Why didn't they bother to let us say goodbye?!  I miss him.  These days I remember that just last year he was here, and he spent time with me, and.....Oh I miss him!  I have to go.  This is making me depressed. &lt;br /&gt;*Snnnnnifffffff*-Have a ni-nic-nice weekend! :'-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-2168314249056413786?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2168314249056413786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=2168314249056413786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2168314249056413786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2168314249056413786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2008/01/sniffle-i-miss-love-of-my-life.html' title='*Sniffle*-I Miss the Love of My Life!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3-t9jesgpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JVSY0lRrE3w/s72-c/DSCF7928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3572148492898210540</id><published>2007-12-31T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:16:02.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Cool Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.idodogtricks.com/index_flash.html"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Take a look at this pup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  She's computerized, and she does lots of tricks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sit, jump, roll, cool, beg, stand, spin, dance, speak, down, kiss, wave, etc.  That's all I could get her to do.  I couldn't think of anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3572148492898210540?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3572148492898210540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3572148492898210540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3572148492898210540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3572148492898210540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/pretty-cool-dog.html' title='Pretty Cool Dog'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-2337013332854099886</id><published>2007-12-30T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:42.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Gift-Thanks to Gregor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gJRDesgnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nV8TuqDCUos/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gJRDesgnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nV8TuqDCUos/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149876362494640754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gItzesgmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/D017fzgXt4I/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gItzesgmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/D017fzgXt4I/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149875756904252002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gIRzesglI/AAAAAAAAAc4/l1gVKTKT9gk/s1600-h/DSCF8990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gIRzesglI/AAAAAAAAAc4/l1gVKTKT9gk/s400/DSCF8990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149875275867914834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gHjDesgjI/AAAAAAAAAco/doL32HYzcNw/s1600-h/DSC_3279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gHjDesgjI/AAAAAAAAAco/doL32HYzcNw/s400/DSC_3279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149874472709030450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gHjTesgkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BBu8HwCsx4k/s1600-h/DSC_3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gHjTesgkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BBu8HwCsx4k/s400/DSC_3270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149874477003997762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello!  I just wanted to inform you of a package that arrived in the mail yesterday.  My  Uncle Gregor sent me a gift, as promised in his comment on the last post!  Cool, huh?!  He got treats for me, three kinds.  A potato and duck kind, a dried fish kind, and a salmon kind.  All the treats are natural.  I love them. He also said that I'm going to get a ostrich tendon in the mail, which sounds REALLY good.  I don't know what an ostrich is, but that treat sounds really good.  I mean, all the other ones were good, so this one must be, too.  He also sent a package of treats for Freckles, Genevieve, and Gronemeyer.  It's a pink package.  The treats are made totally of fish, 85% salmon.  They smell good, too, but they are, "...strictly for the cats."  Humans these days.  I mean, the cat food, and litter box are "...strictly for the cats", too, but I eat them!  Whatever, I'll let it go. Well, I have my own good treats.  Thank you, Gregor!  Happy New Year to you too!&lt;br /&gt;The last pictures are of my canine, but not by blood, niece, Sasha.  She's pretty cool.  I've told you about her before.  She's a German Shepard, Rottweiler, some type of setter, other stuff, but mostly Rottweiler, I think.  She's a little over a year old, and she's REALLY playful.  My human brother, Markus, is staying with us right now, and he owns her, and it's kind of nice to have another doggy to run with, and bite, and push around.  Ok.....I admit, I always act like such a social, and pushy dog, but I'm really not.  Mostly, Sasha does the pushing. Pushes me to get food, treats, attention, toys, etc.  BUT, I do push her around when we play.  I nip her behind, and chase her, and stuff. It's fun, and I have a real reason to use my bark, which I don't usually use.  If you'd like to see more, she is on her daddy's blog today, at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://thegerman349.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thegerman349.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is New Year, so Happy New Year!  I'm not posting, I don't think, but my sis might.  Her blog is at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://ridingdaisy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ridingdaisy.blogspot.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-2337013332854099886?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2337013332854099886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=2337013332854099886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2337013332854099886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2337013332854099886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-gift-thanks-to-gregor.html' title='Last Gift-Thanks to Gregor!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3gJRDesgnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nV8TuqDCUos/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6425646585256499129</id><published>2007-12-25T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:43.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3G6LDesgdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3q3IdSAnSro/s1600-h/DSCF8969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3G6LDesgdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3q3IdSAnSro/s400/DSCF8969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148100548136567250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3G5zTesgcI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Es_xfQ722t8/s1600-h/DSCF8970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3G5zTesgcI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Es_xfQ722t8/s400/DSCF8970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148100140114674114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3G5jTesgbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qWQuXtcX444/s1600-h/DSCF8984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3G5jTesgbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qWQuXtcX444/s400/DSCF8984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148099865236767154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello, Puppers!  Merry Christmas!  I hope you all had a wonderful day with friends and family, and that you got a nice thing or two from under the tree standing in your living room!  Can someone explain that to me?  Why do humans put a prickly tree in the room, hang stuff from it, and then WRAP gifts and put them under it?  I mean, the tree already doesn't make sense, but WRAPPING the gifts?  The point is to get a gift and enjoy it, and by wrapping it, you're pretty much hiding it!  It just wasts MORE trees by using the paper!  Man, I should get the humans a book for Christmas next year titled "How to Not Waste Trees: for Dummies"....Not that that exists, but still.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets move to what I got.  Well, this year was very successful.  Normally I get a collar and a couple extra Scooby Snacks from my human dad, but this year, oh wow, I got THREE different kinds of treats!  How great is that?!?  I got Canine Carry Outs, Bac'n Bites flavor, which are little strips of doggy bacon, that smell oh so wonderful, and taste one million times better (and by the smell, THAT'S saying something!), and I received all natural dog treats from a company called Wet Noses, apple pie flavor.  They are from some friends of ours that visited at Thanksgiving.  They have a doggy named Gypsy.  Maybe I'll scan a picture of her on to show you guys her.  She's pretty cool.  Anyway, those treats have (according to the package) no corn, no wheat, and no soy, which is apparently not good for doggies.  They are REALLY good, and they also smell scrumptious.  My human sis says to tell you people (doggies, actually) that if you went by smell, she would totally be eating the treats.  (luckily it says for doggies only because I want them all for myself!)  The last treats were made by my sis all by herself.  They are made from peanut butter and other stuff (see the recipe on my sis's cousin's blog &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://anikasworld16.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)  They are called Beg-ables.  I never really liked peanut butter, and my sis knows that, so she was a little unsure that I'd like them.  Well, lets just say they aren't my favorite.  I eat them, but mainly because I figure, heck, what else can I do?  It's lying there!  Might as well eat it......&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;P.S.  I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE MORE COMMENTS!  PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6425646585256499129?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6425646585256499129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6425646585256499129' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6425646585256499129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6425646585256499129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas-gifts.html' title='My Christmas Gifts'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R3G6LDesgdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3q3IdSAnSro/s72-c/DSCF8969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3000025270126369168</id><published>2007-12-23T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:43.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R28U3TesgYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YKWNfHGgRgI/s1600-h/abbyinthesnowmerrychristmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R28U3TesgYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YKWNfHGgRgI/s400/abbyinthesnowmerrychristmas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147355839462146434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish all you people who look at my blog a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!  I wonder if I'll get anything in my stocking....hmmm, we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( Don't forget to stick your head in the snow and enjoy it!  Sorry to all you doggies who don't have snow because you're really missing out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3000025270126369168?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3000025270126369168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3000025270126369168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3000025270126369168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3000025270126369168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R28U3TesgYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YKWNfHGgRgI/s72-c/abbyinthesnowmerrychristmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-2010379098506274408</id><published>2007-12-13T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:43.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow-Dog-A Little Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqPmhS4qI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Lq4KFndU848/s1600-h/DSC_4199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqPmhS4qI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Lq4KFndU848/s400/DSC_4199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143649803192951458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqPmhS4rI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DNcBoc9TE28/s1600-h/DSC_4245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqPmhS4rI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DNcBoc9TE28/s400/DSC_4245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143649803192951474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqP2hS4sI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Xns2OZOWH6A/s1600-h/DSC_4187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqP2hS4sI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Xns2OZOWH6A/s400/DSC_4187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143649807487918786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqP2hS4tI/AAAAAAAAAag/GHHiYWsEnr0/s1600-h/DSC_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqP2hS4tI/AAAAAAAAAag/GHHiYWsEnr0/s400/DSC_4189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143649807487918802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqQGhS4uI/AAAAAAAAAao/F-50IrlaZLg/s1600-h/DSC_4222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqQGhS4uI/AAAAAAAAAao/F-50IrlaZLg/s400/DSC_4222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143649811782886114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woof, hello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dogger&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;!  Sorry I haven't posted in so long!  I'm really busy, and my sis keeps hogging the computer.  Well, let me tell you about the pictures.  The first one is a close up shot of my, as you can see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BEAutiful&lt;/span&gt; face, I know, it's great.  The second one shows me sporting my awesome Christmas collar.  The third is weird, I know.  I'm rolling in the snow, and then the third is me sitting up, and the fourth is just me in the snow.  Well, that's all I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; say, gotta go, bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-2010379098506274408?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2010379098506274408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=2010379098506274408' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2010379098506274408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2010379098506274408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-dog-little-late.html' title='Snow-Dog-A Little Late'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R2HqPmhS4qI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Lq4KFndU848/s72-c/DSC_4199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4315497731856776647</id><published>2007-12-04T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:44.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day, Apparently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1V0lWhS4mI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/adxlFGFBOsk/s1600-h/DSC_4078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1V0lWhS4mI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/adxlFGFBOsk/s400/DSC_4078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140142734762500706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1V0lmhS4nI/AAAAAAAAAZY/upJlw8IOGYk/s1600-h/DSC_4079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1V0lmhS4nI/AAAAAAAAAZY/upJlw8IOGYk/s400/DSC_4079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140142739057468018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1V0l2hS4oI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9F4dzX-TQXM/s1600-h/DSC_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1V0l2hS4oI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9F4dzX-TQXM/s400/DSC_4083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140142743352435330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello!  These pictures are actually from just about 1/2 an hour ago!  It snowed A LOT last night, so my sister didn't have to go to school.  She got up early, looked at the noisy, flashing box that the humans like to watch, and then she said "Oh, it's a snow day!", and she went back to bed for 2 hours!  Peculiar, huh?!?  Well, I like it.  In the pictures she went out and braved the snow and took me for a walk all the way down the driveway!  It was lots of fun.  I'd run a few steps, cough(I'm still sick), and then bury my head in the snow for no reason!  I guess I'm supposed to know why, but I don't.  The pictures were taken at the beginning of the walk, just before we started.  She was playing with me.  It was tons of fun!  I like it when she stays home.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is my last day of taking the one really big pill I've had to take for a week.  I'm glad, because it doesn't taste that good, and it was just a nuisance.  The other ones aren't as bad.  I keep taking them and eating the canned food for one more week and then I'm done!!!!  Yey, that'll be the day!   Whoopie!!!!!!  Anyway, I have to go.  I think my mom and sister are going to make human treats(dog treats for humans, duh!), and I want to be there to smell them, although, of course, I'm banned from eating the delicious pastries.  So, have a good day!  Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4315497731856776647?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4315497731856776647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4315497731856776647' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4315497731856776647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4315497731856776647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-day-apparently.html' title='Snow Day, Apparently'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1V0lWhS4mI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/adxlFGFBOsk/s72-c/DSC_4078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4090914444369259680</id><published>2007-12-02T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:44.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abby sick'/><title type='text'>Hello, I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1LCj2hS4lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TQyHnTUXdvg/s1600-R/DSC_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1LCj2hS4lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/U8J6DVkNPY8/s400/DSC_0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139384045969531474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello, bloggers, I'm back!!!  Sorry it took so long for me to post again.  Thank you so much for all your kind comments on the last post that my sister did.  I'm feeling much better now.  I have to have two big, fat pills twice a day, and three little green pills 3 times a day, 1/2 an hour before I eat a meal (1/2 a can of wet food).  I love this new plan.  I don't have to bother with dry food at all anymore!  It's just canned food.  Unfortunately, the cans area all one flavor, I think chicken and rice, but it's still good.  I take the pills like a good little dog.  Mommy wraps them in canned food, and puts it on a plate, and I eat it!!!  I like it.  I do miss the table scraps and treats, though.  Mom said that now that we know I have such a sensitive stomach I won't get any bones anymore, and not as many table scraps :-(.  I'll miss that...I do still try to cough something up whenever I get up from lying down, but we're all hoping that will go away.  Well, thanks so much for all your kind words.  Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S.  The picture is just a random picture.  It's a summer pic., because right now there's about 1 1/2 inches of snow on the ground.....yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4090914444369259680?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4090914444369259680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4090914444369259680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4090914444369259680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4090914444369259680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-im-back.html' title='Hello, I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R1LCj2hS4lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/U8J6DVkNPY8/s72-c/DSC_0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8079273442763884890</id><published>2007-11-27T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:45.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mellimouse writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abby sick'/><title type='text'>Abby's Feeling a Little Under the Weather....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0yjlbAgEsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zetmKeRSRkc/s1600-h/DSCF8600redo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0yjlbAgEsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zetmKeRSRkc/s400/DSCF8600redo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137661138223239874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0ygUbAgEqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/VdR0JwtARao/s1600-h/DSCF8611redo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0ygUbAgEqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/VdR0JwtARao/s400/DSCF8611redo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137657547630580386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0ygK7AgEpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/PuO3-_qztL0/s1600-h/DSCF8608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0ygK7AgEpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/PuO3-_qztL0/s400/DSCF8608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137657384421823122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0yfz7AgEoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RqqgggHSK44/s1600-h/DSCF8609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0yfz7AgEoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RqqgggHSK44/s400/DSCF8609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137656989284831874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hello, this is &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16673715214541094159"&gt;Mellimouse&lt;/a&gt;, Abby's (human) sister, posting.  I'm running this post because Abby's not feeling too good, and I am the blog editor, after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You're probably wondering about all the pictures above.  Well, let me explain.  It all started last night (Monday night).  Abby wouldn't eat her food, and she just wasn't acting like normal.  Then she started trying to throw up, but nothing would come out.  She would just hack and retch, but nothing happened!  Then she started panting, and breathing really fast and hard.  We were really worried about her, and we thought maybe she had a bone or something stuck in her throat.  We waited out the night and in the morning she was still trying to throw up...  We called the vet and scheduled an emergency visit.  The vet looked her over and said that they would do x-rays and then an Endoscopic Exam(they called it a "Scope") to see if she had any "foreign bodies" that were causing her to act so weird/sick.  They did both those and found that there was something, so they put her under and did surgery and found out that her stomach was inflamed(bright red!).  They found a piece of something she ate that had caused it all, but it was very small and it fell apart when they took it out.  They said if we had left Abby alone it would have healed itself soon.  She just got home a little while ago, and she was still a little dizzy from the anesthesia.  She got out of the trunk and started walking towards the house, but she was walking back and forth and her legs kept crossing each other.  She's in her cage now(last pic.), resting. I'm looking at her right now and she's resting her head, eyes closed, fast asleep.  So, she can't eat her regular dog food(3rd pic.) for two weeks.  She has to be fed just prescribed canned food(1st pic.) and a special pill 1/2 an hour before(2nd pic.), so that she can keep the food down, and another pill twice a day...Let's see how this goes...normally when we give her a pill we wrap it in salami, but we can't do that now.  Well, we'll do it somehow.  I'll make sure Abby posts as soon as she's feeling better.  Oh, wait, what was that?...Oh, she said to tell you bloggers she says hi, and she'll be up and blogging again real soon.  She has to eat the first pill now, so I've gotta go.  Bye!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8079273442763884890?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8079273442763884890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8079273442763884890' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8079273442763884890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8079273442763884890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/11/abbys-feeling-little-under-weather.html' title='Abby&apos;s Feeling a Little Under the Weather....'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0yjlbAgEsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zetmKeRSRkc/s72-c/DSCF8600redo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-5949820199311887450</id><published>2007-11-18T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:46.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time!!!!!!!!!!!!!(Don't be Fooled, this is NOT a Good Thing!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0DbBrAgEgI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BWl7TAmfvyM/s1600-h/DSC_3504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0DbBrAgEgI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BWl7TAmfvyM/s400/DSC_3504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134344396973543938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0DarLAgEfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/D_vQ_QNDwqg/s1600-h/DSC_3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0DarLAgEfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/D_vQ_QNDwqg/s400/DSC_3508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134344010426487282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0DaVbAgEeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ahtEPmVOysY/s1600-h/DSC_3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0DaVbAgEeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ahtEPmVOysY/s400/DSC_3511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134343636764332514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0DZ-7AgEdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dh94eai_3RA/s1600-h/DSC_3512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0DZ-7AgEdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dh94eai_3RA/s400/DSC_3512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134343250217275858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, what a surprise, I'm posting again after just 3 days!!!!!!  Wow, I'm good aren't I?!?&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the story.  On Thursday(or maybe it was Friday, anyway) I rolled in some really great smelling "natural"(I'm a natural dog, I eat Nutro food, I roll in nutro stuff!) perfume (I also ate it and had to make my sister get up twice in the night to clean up after me, 'cause I got sick) and my family for some reason didn't like the smell!!!  Can you believe it?!?!?!  They didn't like it.  So, I had to get a b....b....b-b-b-bath!  I hate that word.  Baths are terrible.  The water is cold, the fact that there's water on me in the first place is bad, but it's cold!  And she just keeps getting me wet, even if I shake it off!  It's crazy!  So,  my sister gave me a bath under our deck.  As you can see, it was really cold and there was, like, 20 or so(give or take a few) feet of snow on the ground, and she gave me a bath anyway.  My mom did take the time and fill soda bottles with warm water, which was nice the first few seconds on my skin, but then the breeze would hit it and I'd feel cold again!  I got cleaned in all my nooks and crannies, and even if it was cold, at least I'm nice and fluffy and clean now.  It makes mom kinda angry, 'cause I shed a lot more, but she's the one who gave me the bath, so the way I see it, it's the humans fault, once again!  Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my post.  I probably won't post until next weekend again, just so you know, but you can check anyway (and leave me comments!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know this is a little early, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;!!!  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't forget to eat LOTS of food!  Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-5949820199311887450?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5949820199311887450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=5949820199311887450' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5949820199311887450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5949820199311887450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/11/bath-timedon.html' title='Bath Time!!!!!!!!!!!!!(Don&apos;t be Fooled, this is NOT a Good Thing!)'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/R0DbBrAgEgI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BWl7TAmfvyM/s72-c/DSC_3504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4143427180455201662</id><published>2007-11-15T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:46.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vet Visit *Dun, Dun, Duuuunnnnn*!  (sorry, it's a little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RzzjR7AgEbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uQoTPABkes8/s1600-h/DSC_3370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RzzjR7AgEbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uQoTPABkes8/s400/DSC_3370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133227572332597682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rzzi1LAgEaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sfoQtYPpsJw/s1600-h/DSC_3369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rzzi1LAgEaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sfoQtYPpsJw/s400/DSC_3369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133227078411358626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RzziULAgEZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/h8GLq3sAwQE/s1600-h/DSC_3368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RzziULAgEZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/h8GLq3sAwQE/s400/DSC_3368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133226511475675538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, bloggers, how are you?  I'm good!  Sorry I haven't posted in awhile!  My computer broke, and I was busy, etc, etc.  So, here's the post:&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday (not this week Monday, last week Monday) I went to the vet to see about my itching.  I'm getting used to the vet because I've been to the kennel, and it's at the same place.  I don't shake anymore when I'm there.  I used to shake really hard because I was scared, but now I don't.  Anyway, the first picture is of me and the nurse (the lady before the vet), and the second one is just me in the exam room.  The last one is me trying to get out the door.  I don't mind being there, but when I can leave, I leave, thank you very much.  Anyway, the vet said that he doesn't know what my problem is.  He stuck me with a pointy pencil thing and said that "it would help" for a month or so.  Well, all it did was cause me pain!  Jeez!  He said it would make me really thirsty, and that part is true.  I drink a lot.  It does seem to have gotten a little better, I must admit.  He said it might be allergies.  So, here I am, still a little itchy, and really thirsty.  Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4143427180455201662?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4143427180455201662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4143427180455201662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4143427180455201662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4143427180455201662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/11/vet-visit-dun-dun-duuuunnnnn-sorry-its.html' title='The Vet Visit *Dun, Dun, Duuuunnnnn*!  (sorry, it&apos;s a little late)'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RzzjR7AgEbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uQoTPABkes8/s72-c/DSC_3370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6642166600476754852</id><published>2007-11-03T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:47.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Days.........Sorry I haven't posted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ry0YFnVNmrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KNhOTz6WWCQ/s1600-h/DSC_3303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ry0YFnVNmrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KNhOTz6WWCQ/s400/DSC_3303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128782035381230258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ry0YF3VNmsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/XakHzuzVYtM/s1600-h/DSC_3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ry0YF3VNmsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/XakHzuzVYtM/s400/DSC_3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128782039676197570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ry0YF3VNmtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/b39r4zwv-sg/s1600-h/DSC_3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ry0YF3VNmtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/b39r4zwv-sg/s400/DSC_3314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128782039676197586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ry0YGXVNmuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SRXoBC6XoPk/s1600-h/DSC_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ry0YGXVNmuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SRXoBC6XoPk/s400/DSC_3315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128782048266132194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hey, bloggers!!!!!! Sorry I haven't posted in awhile!  I've been really busy, with fall and all(ha ha, that kind of rhymes!!!!).  These pictures are of me with another deer bone.  Some deer died again in our woods and I'm eating it now.  It's really good, let me tell you!!!!!!  It's so bony, and....um, hard, and cold, and gross looking.  Ok, so it doesn't sound that good, but it does taste really good!!!!!!!  I love it!!!!!  I wish other doggy bloggers would post.......(hint, hint, people!).....&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching really bad lately. I don't know, I'm just so itchy!  My family even switched me to Nutro food with oatmeal for dry skin, and for awhile it got a little better, but now I'm scratching again!!!! I can't help it!!! I really want to get better.  My sister told me that I have to go to the veterinarian on Monday......yey(not!).  My sister always informs me on stuff that's going to happen.  She tells me when she's going to leave for a vacation, or if a friends are coming, and she wakes me up at night when I have a nightmare.  They're terrible!!  I dream that I'm running after a big deer bone, just begging me to eat it, but the faster I run, the farther it gets from me, and the more I drool.  My sister always leans down when she hears me scraping me claws on the cage side and wimpering and she says, "Abby, wake up honey, it's just a dream".  Then she gets out of bed and makes me get out, too, and she sits on the floor and I dig my head into her lap.  We sit there for awhile, and then she climbs in my cage and makes sure my blankets are straight, and then we go back to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know how I went from bones to sleeping, but oh well.  Good night, everyone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6642166600476754852?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6642166600476754852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6642166600476754852' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6642166600476754852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6642166600476754852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/11/fall-dayssorry-i-havent-posted.html' title='Fall Days.........Sorry I haven&apos;t posted!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ry0YFnVNmrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KNhOTz6WWCQ/s72-c/DSC_3303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7785411397027418263</id><published>2007-10-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:47.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy Cop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RxoeHtsNTzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JwMYN4OmfD8/s1600-h/doggy_cop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RxoeHtsNTzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JwMYN4OmfD8/s400/doggy_cop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123440643960295218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello, doggies!  I'm really, really sorry I haven't posted in so long.  I've been really busy, and my annoying sister has been hogging the computer.  Ok, so she isn't that bad, but still.  Anyway, you're probably wondering "Why in the world did Abby post a picture of a doggy cop?!?!" Well, let me tell you why.  Lately I've been looking into getting a doggy job(besides my occupation of being cute and adorable), and then my brother &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Markus sent me this picture and I just thought I'd show you.  I must say, in all honesty, that I think this dog has one LONG tongue, don't you think so?  I mean, it's like, a foot long!!!!!!!  He looks pretty cool, though. I wish I had an office.  Maybe I should become a doggy police-dog. But then, I don't think I could deal with all the crime.  I'm pretty enough, though........I'll have to think about it.  I wonder what the doggy's name is.  Maybe it's Dave, or Berny, or William.  Who knows?  He looks pretty cool.  He seems very serious about his work.  I'm sure he does a good job.  Well, I have to go.  My family is going on a swim meet for my human brother, and I think they'll give me a pig ear to console me.  Just to make sure, I'd better start begging.  I'll try to find more doggy job pictures and post again.  Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7785411397027418263?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7785411397027418263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=7785411397027418263' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7785411397027418263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7785411397027418263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/10/doggy-cop.html' title='Doggy Cop'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RxoeHtsNTzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JwMYN4OmfD8/s72-c/doggy_cop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-553896680611179788</id><published>2007-09-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:48.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.....Why should they get a cat?!?!?!?!!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7xodsNTyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Zp3gxPSSsF8/s1600-h/DSCF8065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7xodsNTyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Zp3gxPSSsF8/s400/DSCF8065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115791904206573346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7wfdsNTuI/AAAAAAAAATs/aUHXkv4Tc8c/s1600-h/DSC_2511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7wfdsNTuI/AAAAAAAAATs/aUHXkv4Tc8c/s400/DSC_2511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115790650076122850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7wftsNTvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hKxip7n0vAM/s1600-h/DSC_2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7wftsNTvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hKxip7n0vAM/s400/DSC_2516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115790654371090162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7wf9sNTwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fW542vf_1eI/s1600-h/DSC_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7wf9sNTwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fW542vf_1eI/s400/DSC_2533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115790658666057474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7wgdsNTxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/m8vdjae8x10/s1600-h/DSC_2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7wgdsNTxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/m8vdjae8x10/s400/DSC_2547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115790667255992082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7rgNsNTrI/AAAAAAAAATU/YV54fviZFhg/s1600-h/DSCF8122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7rgNsNTrI/AAAAAAAAATU/YV54fviZFhg/s400/DSCF8122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115785165402885810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7rgdsNTsI/AAAAAAAAATc/4LUfaPZ9X7w/s1600-h/DSCF8075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7rgdsNTsI/AAAAAAAAATc/4LUfaPZ9X7w/s400/DSCF8075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115785169697853122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7rhdsNTtI/AAAAAAAAATk/OrDiubmwZgQ/s1600-h/DSCF8112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7rhdsNTtI/AAAAAAAAATk/OrDiubmwZgQ/s400/DSCF8112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115785186877722322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, doggies, I don't blame you if you don't comment (although, I will be disappointed......)  Anyway, I have been very busy.  At one point my humans even put me in the kennel for the weekend, (darn them!!!!!!!!) and left me.  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!?!?!  Anyway, I'm back, though.  Ok, about the pictures.   Do you know what ELSE those humans did!?!!?  I'll tell you.  THEY GOT A CAT!!!!!!!!!  I ask myself, HOW COULD THEY!?!?!?!  His name is Grenuvie Gronemeyer.  Fancy name, huh?  Well, the good thing is, I will still be more spoiled then him.  He has to live out in the barn and hunt mice for his food......ok, besides the dry food and canned food that he gets, that is.  Anyway, his job is to hunt and be friends with Daisy.  He has it easy, I mean all he has to do is be friends!!!  And me, I have to be cute, sly, adorable, cute, awesome, good, mannerly, cute, adorable, and did I mention cute?!?  I have SO much work to do.  I am EXHAUSTED by the time the day is over.  Really, I am.  I lay in my cage and fall asleep right away.  Speaking of cage, he also has a bed.  The one in the first picture.  It was actually for a stuffed animal.  I mean, why does HE deserve a good bed?  And they don't even know if he's a boy or not!  I'm a girl, I can tell you that!  I know if he's a boy or not, I can tell, but I'm not telling!  It's my (only) secret.  In some of the pictures I chased him up a tree, and smelled him.  He's good at climbing, I'll give him that.  He also has sharp claws, which I learned the hard way (yes, I was hit in the face.  And he thought I deserved it, too.  Well, he is wrong!)  In one he is standing next to a water bucket, and I like to think he was dancing.  He looked like it, anyway.  Poor thing, he was dancing alone......should feel guilty for thinking that he deserved it?......nah.  He did deserve to dance alone.  At least he's prettier then our other cat, who weighs, like, 100 pounds she's so fat.  She's not as good as him, I must say.  Anyway, the last picture is of him on the salt block.  Really, it is a block of salt, promise.  He thinks it's his castle.  Haha, he is so wrong.  Sorry, I have to end this post and go to sleep.  Sorry I didn't post in so long.  Good-night!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-553896680611179788?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/553896680611179788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=553896680611179788' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/553896680611179788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/553896680611179788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/09/ughwhy-should-they-get-cat.html' title='Ugh.....Why should they get a cat?!?!?!?!!!?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rv7xodsNTyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Zp3gxPSSsF8/s72-c/DSCF8065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8921497475430802178</id><published>2007-09-01T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:48.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Boomer!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtloU4NS-0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/jDJSqVlP4SM/s1600-h/HappyBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtloU4NS-0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/jDJSqVlP4SM/s400/HappyBirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105226360495995714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://boomer-lifeisruff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boomer&lt;/a&gt;!!  Hey everyone, today is &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://boomer-lifeisruff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boomer's&lt;/a&gt; birthday!!!!!!  Happy Birthday my love!!!!  He is wishing for 5-6 comments today!!!  Why don't you drop by &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://boomer-lifeisruff.blogspot.com/"&gt;his page&lt;/a&gt; and make his wish come true!!!  He would be very disappointed if you don't.  Maybe, if you leave him lots of comments, he'll keep blogging!!!!!!!!  YEY!!!!!  Ok, so make sure you say happy birthday.  Don't forget, got it?!??!?!!  You better do this, or you'll disappoint me, too.  So go, right now, to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://boomer-lifeisruff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boomer's blog, &lt;/a&gt;and give him a birthday wish.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://boomer-lifeisruff.blogspot.com/"&gt;BOOMER&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;UPDATE:  BOOMER DELETED HIS BLOG.  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8921497475430802178?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8921497475430802178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8921497475430802178' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8921497475430802178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8921497475430802178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-boomer.html' title='Happy Birthday, Boomer!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtloU4NS-0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/jDJSqVlP4SM/s72-c/HappyBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7580470987704032801</id><published>2007-08-30T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:50.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rtcp3YNS-zI/AAAAAAAAASs/90Sg9JzzRGA/s1600-h/DSC_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rtcp3YNS-zI/AAAAAAAAASs/90Sg9JzzRGA/s400/DSC_1500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104594734015511346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtcpuYNS-uI/AAAAAAAAASE/wYyaUk6TaCw/s1600-h/DSC_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtcpuYNS-uI/AAAAAAAAASE/wYyaUk6TaCw/s400/DSC_1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104594579396688610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtcpuoNS-vI/AAAAAAAAASM/tOvDJFI0XR8/s1600-h/DSC_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtcpuoNS-vI/AAAAAAAAASM/tOvDJFI0XR8/s400/DSC_1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104594583691655922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtcpuoNS-wI/AAAAAAAAASU/WURtcURjMzE/s1600-h/DSC_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtcpuoNS-wI/AAAAAAAAASU/WURtcURjMzE/s400/DSC_1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104594583691655938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rtcpu4NS-xI/AAAAAAAAASc/LMKqRqvJmJI/s1600-h/DSC_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rtcpu4NS-xI/AAAAAAAAASc/LMKqRqvJmJI/s400/DSC_1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104594587986623250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtcpvINS-yI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ef5U0kSWkmM/s1600-h/DSC_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RtcpvINS-yI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ef5U0kSWkmM/s400/DSC_1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104594592281590562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, these are the pictures my mom took of me at MY photo shoot.  Yes, I, Abby the dog, got to have a photo shoot.  I just had to model my collar, try to make it more fashionable and stylish you know?  It's not the greatest, so I thought if an awesome dog like me modeled it it would boost it's level of fashionability.  Not that fashionability is a word or anything.  But anyway, don't I look great?!!?!?!?!  Normally only the humans get real photo shoots, but my mommy did some anyway!!!  Yey me!!  Ha, ha, you humans, I'm JUST as good as you, you see!?!?!!!!  Look at my face in some of those!  It's just priceless!  I am a very fine doggy.  VERY proper.   So there.  I might have to change my profile picture to one of these.......  Hmmmmm.  Which one would look the best. I have to decide.  The second ones pretty good, or the third, maybe the fourth, definitely not the fifth....  Decisions, decisions..........  Anyway, I am still being lazy.  The weather isn't very good right now.  Rain, Rain (go away, come again another day.....  Come on, sing it with me!!!).  Ok, so you are probably too bored to sing it with me.  Or lazy.  Or tired.  Or you think it's a baby song, but you know what, if I'm singing it, it must be cool.  So there!  I hope you enjoyed my pictures.  I will try to find something else to post about later.  I thought of you while my mommy took the pictures, Boomer.  I hope you like the faraway, dreamy look in my eyes.  Oh, did you hear, Boomer might delete his blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!  NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!  I would be so mad.  I would call him a traitor.  He can't stop blogging!!!!!!  Oh, my boomer boy!!!!!!!!!  My super hero!!!!!!!!!  His blog is &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" href="http://boomer-lifeisruff.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Leave him some comments to boost his confidence in himself.  Ok, that's about it.  Bye!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7580470987704032801?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7580470987704032801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=7580470987704032801' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7580470987704032801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7580470987704032801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-photo-shoot.html' title='My Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rtcp3YNS-zI/AAAAAAAAASs/90Sg9JzzRGA/s72-c/DSC_1500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-85690716867001996</id><published>2007-08-21T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:51.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lazy Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWq4NS-oI/AAAAAAAAARU/arboRxoXPRk/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWq4NS-oI/AAAAAAAAARU/arboRxoXPRk/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101195928825690754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWq4NS-pI/AAAAAAAAARc/bnZXwRA-PTQ/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWq4NS-pI/AAAAAAAAARc/bnZXwRA-PTQ/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101195928825690770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWrINS-qI/AAAAAAAAARk/eW7UTGOrd_U/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWrINS-qI/AAAAAAAAARk/eW7UTGOrd_U/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101195933120658082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWrYNS-rI/AAAAAAAAARs/c5Mtwc3mvYw/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWrYNS-rI/AAAAAAAAARs/c5Mtwc3mvYw/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101195937415625394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWrYNS-sI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Vh5F9hwFu7M/s1600-h/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWrYNS-sI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Vh5F9hwFu7M/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101195937415625410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, here I am posting again.  I've been busy, but I'm cutting out my time to update all fellow doggies on how I'm doing, since I know you are all waiting by the computer and checking my blog everyday ;-).  Anyway, I don't have much to write about.  I've been busy like I said.  Busy being lazy.  The weather was really nice for awhile, so I was outside playing and such.  As you see in the first picture, I've been busy showing my stuff.  Practicing my Ninja art skills.  Ka-pow!!!!!!  Bam, Bam, Bam, I've got you, you little piece of dirt.  Now I will-oops, sorry, my bad, I got sidetracked.  Anyway, I've been playing with my sister and hanging out.  In the morning  I get up at 5 when I hear dad, and get my morning treat (He gives me Scooby Snacks).  Then I scamper back into bed, and get up when mommy gets up at 7.  I get a treat from her.  Around 7:30, 8 o'clock I go back to bed, and get up with my sister between 8:30 and 9.  Oh, the good mornings.  Then mom takes me for a walk, and after I play with my sister.  She tosses my ball, and then we lie in the sun for awhile.  Those last pictures are of me on one of the walks mom and took.  I wanted some good pictures in there for my Boomie boy!  So there they are.  Mom did a photo shoot with me, so hopefully I will post more later.  See ya!  Enjoy the rest of the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-85690716867001996?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/85690716867001996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=85690716867001996' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/85690716867001996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/85690716867001996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazy-days-of-summer.html' title='The Lazy Days of Summer'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RssWq4NS-oI/AAAAAAAAARU/arboRxoXPRk/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-213781447843473374</id><published>2007-08-09T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:52.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7n8PTzgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EgG0zVzx7jQ/s1600-h/DSC_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7n8PTzgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EgG0zVzx7jQ/s400/DSC_1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096873698159480322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7oMPTzhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PfFsbq1IqMg/s1600-h/DSC_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7oMPTzhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PfFsbq1IqMg/s400/DSC_1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096873702454447634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7oMPTziI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vqSuf47ogm8/s1600-h/DSC_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7oMPTziI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vqSuf47ogm8/s400/DSC_1171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096873702454447650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7oMPTzjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kPPuGhluA5g/s1600-h/DSC_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7oMPTzjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kPPuGhluA5g/s400/DSC_1172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096873702454447666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7ocPTzkI/AAAAAAAAARE/qa3nYSDWs_8/s1600-h/DSC_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7ocPTzkI/AAAAAAAAARE/qa3nYSDWs_8/s400/DSC_1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096873706749414978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;See?!?!?!  I TOLD you I would get the pictures from my birthday!!  Here they are!  The first pictures is from before I got my gifts, of A and my sister outside with me, playing catch the rope.  They poked holes in my gifts, so I smelled the treats and helped them bring them out of the dumb paper stuff they wrapped them in.  Dumb humans.  Wrapping it?!?!! I mean, come on, I'm gonna open it and eat them no matter what they do to keep them away from me.  Anyway, I just had to post the pictures.  Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-213781447843473374?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/213781447843473374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=213781447843473374' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/213781447843473374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/213781447843473374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-birthday-pictures.html' title='My Birthday Pictures!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rru7n8PTzgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EgG0zVzx7jQ/s72-c/DSC_1167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-5249510701654190624</id><published>2007-08-09T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:52.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!!!!!!  Thank you!!!!!!  Thank you!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrsRT8PTzfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yvm5ZuNRyzY/s1600-h/smileyface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrsRT8PTzfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yvm5ZuNRyzY/s400/smileyface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096686437585374706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you so much to everyone who left me a comment yesterday!!!!!  I really appreciate it!!!  I  will post pictures of me opening my gifts as soon as my human mommy uploads them, so stay tuned.  I not only got 7 comments, I got 8!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;!!!!   I got some of my beef stew last night, and it was DEEEEEEELICIOUS!!!!!  It had beef, and peas, and carrots, and rice in it.  Yum, yum......or, at least, for a doggie like me!  Anyway, keep checking back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-5249510701654190624?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5249510701654190624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=5249510701654190624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5249510701654190624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5249510701654190624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank you!!!!!!  Thank you!!!!!!  Thank you!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrsRT8PTzfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yvm5ZuNRyzY/s72-c/smileyface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-1694047876290348347</id><published>2007-08-08T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:53.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrkG88PTzcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TbplGI5M-iA/s1600-h/HappyBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrkG88PTzcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TbplGI5M-iA/s400/HappyBirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096112097378684354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrkG9MPTzdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0CpJo2b53pg/s1600-h/DSC_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrkG9MPTzdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0CpJo2b53pg/s400/DSC_1166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096112101673651666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrkG9cPTzeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7xOri6R1U4k/s1600-h/DSC_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrkG9cPTzeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7xOri6R1U4k/s400/DSC_1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096112105968618978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Guess whose birthday it is today!?!?!  Guess!?!  Okay, I'll tell you.  MINE!!!!!  As you can tell by the title.  I'm 7 years old today.  August 8.  Yes, I was a millennium baby!!!!  I was born in 2000.  Not that I know my numbers very well or anything.  Anyway, it's my birthday, and I got gifts.  My sister and A (see &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://boomer-lifeisruff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boomer's&lt;/a&gt; blog) wrapped the gifts last night.  I got a collar, and steak treats, and a stew like the humans eat, 'cept for doggies.  I also got more of those colored treats you see in the picture, but my sister stored them in that place where she keeps all her clothes, and left the door open.  They went to dinner, so I had dinner, too!  I just thought I'd leave her a couple for the picture.  They were REALLY good.  I'm eating my stew tonight for dinner, when the humans eat their dinner, while I wear my new collar from my mommy.  It looks like it has flags on it, but really it's just colored rectangles.  The good thing is, it has reflective stuff on it, so cars can see me.  That's always cool.  I will post pictures of me eating my treats later.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok, my dear doggies.  My birthday wish this year is to have at least 10 comments.....okay, that's a lot.  Maybe 8.   Or 7, 'cause I'm turning 7.  That's my wish.  I know you doggies are busy, but I took the time to post, now COMMENT!!!!  My mommy got 10 comments on HER birthday!  Please?!?!?!?!  That would make me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-1694047876290348347?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1694047876290348347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=1694047876290348347' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1694047876290348347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1694047876290348347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!!!!!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RrkG88PTzcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TbplGI5M-iA/s72-c/HappyBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4778926448218325316</id><published>2007-08-02T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T04:18:23.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMENTS?!?!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHEESH, COME ON DOGGER-BLOGGER'S!!!  ARE YOU EVER GOING TO COMMENT?!?!  I have had the post below up for 5 days, and no one has commented.  Thank you to the people who faithfully comment every day.  I love you.  But please, leave comments people.  If you are a blogger, you can comment.  I don't care who you are, just comment!!!!!........ok, I'm sorry.  I know it's summer and people (and doggies) have better things to do.  But if you visit, fellow doggie friends, please, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;comment!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4778926448218325316?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4778926448218325316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4778926448218325316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/comments.html' title='COMMENTS?!?!!?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-452494804784989263</id><published>2007-07-31T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:53.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Dog Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rq9YIcPTzZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZgJEr9bnhyE/s1600-h/DSCF7558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rq9YIcPTzZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZgJEr9bnhyE/s400/DSCF7558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093386605621923218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rq9YIsPTzaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DaSc74cBS0M/s1600-h/DSCF7559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rq9YIsPTzaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DaSc74cBS0M/s400/DSCF7559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093386609916890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rq9YI8PTzbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iGttxmKwaMo/s1600-h/DSCF7560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rq9YI8PTzbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iGttxmKwaMo/s400/DSCF7560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093386614211857842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ok, you got me.  I went walking in The Dog Bowl.  NOT swimming!  WALKING!  I will not swim.  I'm sorry.  We went back to the second house a week ago, and I went in.  But only at a depth that I could still stand in.  No deeper.  I drank the water, too.  And GUESS WHAT?!?!  The big doggie didn't get mad at me!  (yet!)  Maybe he is nice after all.  I don't know.  But anyway, I went swimmi-er-walking.  Sorry, I meant walking.  I don't swim.  I walk.  I DON'T SWIM.  I WALK!  Anyway, you know that I'm doing okay, because I am here to post this post.  The doggie didn't get me.....uh, oh!  What if he still tries to get me?!?!?  No!  I'm doomed!!!  No, no, no!!  It can't be!  That doggie won't get me.  No, he won't.  He won't, he won't, he won-oh yes he will!  He is a big, scary, smart doggie (I think), and he WILL get me!!  Oh, nooo!  I have to go hide!  I have to go!  Ok, good-bye!  I love you blogger-pups!  (especially you, Boomer!)  Cross your fingers that I will be here to post another post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Good-bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;P.S.  Check out a new dog blog I found.  The doggie's name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://maggierosediaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.  She is going to have little pups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-452494804784989263?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/452494804784989263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=452494804784989263' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/452494804784989263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/452494804784989263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/07/dog-bowl.html' title='The Big Dog Bowl'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rq9YIcPTzZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZgJEr9bnhyE/s72-c/DSCF7558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7678440322636786368</id><published>2007-07-24T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:53.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye, My Little Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RqZiY8PTzYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aaRu517MPss/s1600-h/DSC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RqZiY8PTzYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aaRu517MPss/s400/DSC_0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090864609415646594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is Happy.  No, he is not happy, I mean, he is, but he IS!.....ok, let me try again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is a dog, and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is Happy.  He is an old friend of mine.  He is a Maltese-dog-what-ch-ma-call-it.  I don't know.  Correct me.  I THINK he is a Maltese.  Anyway, his owner is my human's groomer.  Mommy says"I'm visiting Happy!", and i know that she will be gone and come back with short fur.  Anyway, when Happy's mommy went on vacation, we got him!  For 10, full days!  He is so cool.  Seriously!  He has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sweater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  Like my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" href="http://daisymaetales.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daisy Mae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, the dog.  I must say, Daisy ALWAYS has the most awesome clothes!  Well, Happy just has a little black sweater, because his mommy has his fur clipped and he gets cold in the winter.  Poor little guy!  But that short fur will come in handy now!  See, I have him posted to say good-bye.  I will no longer be able to see my little friend.  He is moving to some warm, tropical island-thing, where it is totally warm, ALL the time.  I must say, I would miss having that white stuff on the ground sometimes, but he won't!  He always got lost in it.  Man, that stinks.  Good thing the sweater was black!  I just wanted to say a friendly good-bye, and good luck to my friend.  Have a safe trip, Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well, that's all there is to post today.  I will post again, soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7678440322636786368?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7678440322636786368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=7678440322636786368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7678440322636786368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7678440322636786368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-old-friend-happy.html' title='Good-bye, My Little Friend!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RqZiY8PTzYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aaRu517MPss/s72-c/DSC_0355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6043828089897622393</id><published>2007-07-16T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:54.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKg5xjHqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Cwx2nXRHEGA/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKg5xjHqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Cwx2nXRHEGA/s400/DSC_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087882870658375330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKhJxjHrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HiwSMUb0QTI/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKhJxjHrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HiwSMUb0QTI/s400/DSC_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087882874953342642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKhJxjHsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TEK3ppDrLQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKhJxjHsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TEK3ppDrLQQ/s400/DSC_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087882874953342658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKhZxjHtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0zwsuqqjo2g/s1600-h/DSC_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKhZxjHtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0zwsuqqjo2g/s400/DSC_0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087882879248309970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKhZxjHuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GzzDVEDHNx4/s1600-h/DSC_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKhZxjHuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GzzDVEDHNx4/s400/DSC_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087882879248309986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry, I haven't posted in awhile everyone!  I hope you all are having a great summer.  I am!  These pictures show you where I was this past week.  At our other house!  See, for some odd reason the humans decided that two houses are better then one, and so this is our summer house.  We go there every summer and hang out.  Of course, I'm always hanging out year round, but the humans don't.( don't ask me why, with all the green paper they have I would definitely hang out all the time.  It's not like they have to work!  Sheesh, they have a lot of stuff to learn.)  Anyway, it's really nice there.  They have this awesome big water-place-thingy.  I don't know what it's called.  I think of it as a big water bowl.  Anyway, they go swimming in it and stuff.  I don't go in.  I'm afraid the doggy who owns the bowl will come, and judging by the size of the bowl, I think the doggy must be pretty mean and scary.  So, I play it safe and just stay out.  Now, you are probably wondering what the difference between the first two pictures is, but believe it or not, there is a difference.  In the first picture my nose is different then the second one.  If you enlarge it, one at a time, it looks like I am moving my nose while I sniff the air, which is precisely what I am doing.  And by the way I have my eyes closed in the second pic. you know that I am just loving the smell of the air there.  Even if the water bowl is scary, at least it smells nice.  In the third picture I am staring down the bars of the outside place thing (it has a fence there, so it blocked my view of down below.  Stupid, huh?!?!  To put a fence there!  It's not like there's a 100 foot drop or something! .......oh, right, there is.) to inspect the boats moving below.  People actually go boating on the water bowl.  Humans are so oblivious to the danger of doing that.  Ugh!  Anyway, in the last picture is a squirrel.  There are lots of them there, probably because doggies always have to be on leashes and they can't catch them that way.  Those animals are just way too smart.  Anyhow, I know this was a long post, but there was a lot to say.  Hope you all have a great week!  Happy summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6043828089897622393?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6043828089897622393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6043828089897622393' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6043828089897622393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6043828089897622393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/07/beach-days.html' title='Beach Days'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RpvKg5xjHqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Cwx2nXRHEGA/s72-c/DSC_0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7519025589476852057</id><published>2007-07-06T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:54.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbor Dog 2-  Cruiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ro7QAU2qguI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Vrtk_zLai9o/s1600-h/Cruiser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ro7QAU2qguI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Vrtk_zLai9o/s400/Cruiser.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084229733364433634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This dog lives down the road from us at the mini horse place. I have never seen him live, I admit, but my mommy took the picture to show me, and told me a little about him. He is a funny looking dog (if I do say so myself), and not the brightest, apparently. He chases sticks very well, and as you can see, he loves them. He is a pug mix (or so I have heard, so if someone can correct me, be my guest!!). I have never heard of a pug dog, but that is what he is. He looks hilarious!!! He has a funny brown face, and a white body, an-oops, you guys have eyes, my bad, you can see what he looks like! So anyhow that's him, and oh, his name is Cruiser. Apparently that is a type of car or something. Funny name, I must admit. All around a funny dog. So, there he is, Cruiser!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a good weekend, everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7519025589476852057?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7519025589476852057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=7519025589476852057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7519025589476852057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7519025589476852057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/07/neighbor-dog-2-cruiser.html' title='Neighbor Dog 2-  Cruiser'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Ro7QAU2qguI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Vrtk_zLai9o/s72-c/Cruiser.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6264531726953451847</id><published>2007-07-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:55.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fashion Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RoRk202qgrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZBIR0R2kIFk/s1600-h/DSCF7445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RoRk202qgrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZBIR0R2kIFk/s400/DSCF7445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081297172644397746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RoRk202qgsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tDwPYELWceI/s1600-h/Collarredo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RoRk202qgsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tDwPYELWceI/s400/Collarredo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081297172644397762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, you have to admit, a dog has to have their own fashion, especially a girl dog like me.  So, I thought I'd show you mine!  These are my accessories.  I have 6 collars, three leashes, and one bandanna.  And yes, I do need them all.  Ok, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; collar with the green spots is my Valentines Day collar, though I do like to wear it around other boy dogs to impress them (like Boomer, for example).  The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; collar with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; stripes was the first collar I ever got.  I wear it with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; leash, although I never use that leash so I don't use the collar that much, but anyhow.  The &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt; collar with the holly branches on it is my winter holiday collar.  I ONLY wear it in the winter.  It's new.  The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; collar serves the same purpose as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; one, which is no purpose at all except to act as a boring collar.  Now, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; one with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; splashes is my main collar.  Somehow, I always end up wearing it.  It is pretty cool, though.  The metal collar (my least favorite) is only used when I get a bath and don't stand still.  We had it because, believe it or not, I used to pull on the leash as a pup.  I know, unbelievable.  Especially from a German Shepherd mix dog.  Anyhow, I just had to show you guys my equipment.  I have more, just not all there.  So...um.... I hope you guys are all having a good summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KEEP LEAVING COMMENTS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6264531726953451847?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6264531726953451847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6264531726953451847' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6264531726953451847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6264531726953451847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-fashion-sense.html' title='My Fashion Sense'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RoRk202qgrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZBIR0R2kIFk/s72-c/DSCF7445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3408294071829887091</id><published>2007-06-24T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:55.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bone Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rn54XXG9wrI/AAAAAAAAANU/pkLGRB2SC68/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rn54XXG9wrI/AAAAAAAAANU/pkLGRB2SC68/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079629772456051378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rn54XnG9wsI/AAAAAAAAANc/cWdply3t1eg/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rn54XnG9wsI/AAAAAAAAANc/cWdply3t1eg/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079629776751018690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rn54XnG9wtI/AAAAAAAAANk/yJWpK39m02A/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rn54XnG9wtI/AAAAAAAAANk/yJWpK39m02A/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079629776751018706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, first things first.  I apologize for not posting in so long. I was very busy, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;typer&lt;/span&gt;-human-sister was also busy.  She "didn't have enough time".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Booo&lt;/span&gt;!  Anyhow, I know I have written about bones before, but I got these new pictures and I figured I have to write something about them, so here goes:  My Personal Bone Stations.  Great idea, isn't it?!?!?!  Well, I made it happen.  You see, throughout the winter I saw dead deer.  I just ate away at the skin and hair (it's still not off my tongue) and presto, what is underneath?!?!  BONES!  I have my own, personally run, personally owned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BONE TRAIL.&lt;/span&gt;  I have bones all over our trail.  I guess to humans it must look kind-of creepy.  Walking along and finding a leg or an arm....oops, deer don't have arms.  Lets just leave it at legs.  Anyway, my sister saw one, and she had a murder story going in her head, until she realized the culprit was me (isn't that cool?!?!  I'm a dog, culprit, garbage lover, and good-looking, all at the same time!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; is what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;multitasking.  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe multi-being.  What I mean is, I am very skilled.)  I have bones everywhere.  I can stop for a snack whenever I want!  And, of course, it's free, although if you want to come you might have to trade me stuff.  Pig ears, dog bones, the usual  (don't worry, Boomer, I don't mean you!).  So anyway, come whenever!  (my pig ear stock is getting low)  Have a great day, everyone!  And look out for the next post, on fashion of a German Shepherd, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Airedale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Terrier&lt;/span&gt; Mixed Dog ( I am very good at inventing cool titles...can you tell?)  Tootles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3408294071829887091?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3408294071829887091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3408294071829887091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3408294071829887091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3408294071829887091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-bone-trail.html' title='My Bone Trail'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rn54XXG9wrI/AAAAAAAAANU/pkLGRB2SC68/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8328578872337879968</id><published>2007-06-09T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:56.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmtNOXG9woI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bMTxuZrq3XA/s1600-h/DSCF7297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmtNOXG9woI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bMTxuZrq3XA/s400/DSCF7297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074234314279731842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmtNOXG9wpI/AAAAAAAAANE/SHHkZUc3FAI/s1600-h/DSCF7298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmtNOXG9wpI/AAAAAAAAANE/SHHkZUc3FAI/s400/DSCF7298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074234314279731858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmtNOnG9wqI/AAAAAAAAANM/1daTE5-vbD8/s1600-h/DSCF7299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmtNOnG9wqI/AAAAAAAAANM/1daTE5-vbD8/s400/DSCF7299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074234318574699170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love rolling.  Humans think it looks funny, but it really is a very serious act.  Even the horse does it, and we know the horse thinks she is so cool, so if she does it, it MUST be cool.  I roll when I feel good.  It itches my back.  It is also a good idea to do when you roll it stuff that smells good.   Well, the stuff I roll in normally doesn't smell so good to the humans, to the point where they have to give me a bath, but oh well.  I do it anyway.  Anyhow, I roll in clean grass, too.  These pictures are of the three stages of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Roll&lt;/span&gt;.  Step one:  lie down on your side.  Step two:  using a swinging motion roll onto your back.  Step three:  the finish, lay down on the opposite side that you started on.  See?  It's a very complicated process.  VERY complicated.  I wish more humans took it seriously, but I suppose you have to pity humans, with their puny sized brains.  Anyhow, I have to go.  Happy rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8328578872337879968?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8328578872337879968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8328578872337879968' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8328578872337879968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8328578872337879968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/06/rolling.html' title='Rolling'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmtNOXG9woI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bMTxuZrq3XA/s72-c/DSCF7297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-62855896401034406</id><published>2007-06-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:56.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmdNNHG9wnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eWm6Sq3MltA/s1600-h/Happybirhday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073108392898052722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmdNNHG9wnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eWm6Sq3MltA/s400/Happybirhday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;I just wanted to wish my favorite Mommy a very Happy Birthday today! I love you very much mom. (I must say, though, it's a tie between her and Boomer )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;I wonder how the 'Birthday' came about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;, does it have anything to do with the day we are born being the day we are born? "Birth" day? I don't know. Anyhow, whoever made it up was pretty smart. I look forward to my Birthday every year! No that much happens. I get extra treats, but that's about it. Oh well, I still find it to be important. That is the day I remember my puppy years.....oops, my memory doesn't go that long. My bad. Well, I remember as far back as I can. Yesterday, or so......Anyhow, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday! Have a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-62855896401034406?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/62855896401034406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=62855896401034406' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/62855896401034406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/62855896401034406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-mommy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mommy!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmdNNHG9wnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eWm6Sq3MltA/s72-c/Happybirhday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3201129853682653689</id><published>2007-06-05T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:56.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Pile-Mmm, Mmm, Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmXslnG9wjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/D8qMuu4N1fg/s1600-h/DSCF7067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmXslnG9wjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/D8qMuu4N1fg/s400/DSCF7067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072720686200242738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmXslnG9wkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aLjlSJ1wjX4/s1600-h/DSCF7068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmXslnG9wkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aLjlSJ1wjX4/s400/DSCF7068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072720686200242754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmXsl3G9wlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MLoj1JC0h3w/s1600-h/DSCF7069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmXsl3G9wlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MLoj1JC0h3w/s400/DSCF7069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072720690495210066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG!!!  Garbage is SO good!  I only just found it.  I don't know what it's really called, but it looks like a pile of garbage to me, so....The humans threw all this yummy food here!  Just for me!  They love me so much!   It's like a gold mine of good food!  It has the whole works:  Banana peels, egg shells, apple cores, ashes from the campfire, used hamster shavings, corn husks, and stuff I don't even recognize!!  I think there may even have been some horse doo-doo along the way, which is always good.  I can't believe the humans didn't eat all that stuff!?!?!?!  I mean, it's so good!  I now go out every day and have myself a feast, which is making a permanent dirt clump on my chin, but I figure you have to suffer for the good stuff.  I just love it SOOOOO much!!  It's just so awesome.  And the best part is, they add new stuff everyday!!  I get more EVERYDAY!  We don't need chickens!!  We have the stuff all right here..... unless the chickens are the main course, and this is the side.  That's even better.  We could throw a party!  I have the refreshments!!  I'll have my dad cut some of the trees around it (and maybe some chicken heads, too! (-:  ), so we can dig in!  It'll be great.  I'll start planning.  Hmm, this month, next month?  I'll think about it.  In the meantime, have a good day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3201129853682653689?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3201129853682653689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3201129853682653689' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3201129853682653689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3201129853682653689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/06/garbage-pile-mmm-mmm-good.html' title='Garbage Pile-Mmm, Mmm, Good!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RmXslnG9wjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/D8qMuu4N1fg/s72-c/DSCF7067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4769784119052627480</id><published>2007-05-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:57.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Visited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34pGgHDrI/AAAAAAAAALE/__lWl5LRbRA/s1600-h/DSCF6517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34pGgHDrI/AAAAAAAAALE/__lWl5LRbRA/s400/DSCF6517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070482140492664498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34p2gHDsI/AAAAAAAAALM/o1IMPHjIdTE/s1600-h/DSCF6530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34p2gHDsI/AAAAAAAAALM/o1IMPHjIdTE/s400/DSCF6530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070482153377566402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34qGgHDtI/AAAAAAAAALU/-uDBL4lSDXc/s1600-h/DSCF6522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34qGgHDtI/AAAAAAAAALU/-uDBL4lSDXc/s400/DSCF6522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070482157672533714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34qmgHDuI/AAAAAAAAALc/_NdTQXHoMaA/s1600-h/DSCF6529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34qmgHDuI/AAAAAAAAALc/_NdTQXHoMaA/s400/DSCF6529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070482166262468322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34rWgHDvI/AAAAAAAAALk/s2WMhmmQJtA/s1600-h/DSCF6531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34rWgHDvI/AAAAAAAAALk/s2WMhmmQJtA/s400/DSCF6531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070482179147370226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Ruby.  My sister says&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; she is a Newfoundland, but that can't be true, because that sounds like "New-Found-Land", and she is &lt;/span&gt;definitely&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; NOT a &lt;/span&gt;piece&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; of land.  She wasn't very social.  I tried to play with her, but besides our usual "let me sniff you in impolite places" meeting ritual, she ignored me.  Can you believe it?!?!?!!?  She IGNORED me!!  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; she doesn't have a dog-blog, so she won't read this, but how lame can you be!!?!?!?!  To ignore another dog and go walking on the other dog's property.  The pictures of us TOGETHER are the only one's we have, because she was never really with me.  She looks like a bear, too.  If I looked like a bear, I would be ashamed to show my face in public!!  Well, I think so at least.  I mean, if I were walking with my mommy on the road and another human said"  Is that a BEAR!!?!?!!?", I would be totally &lt;/span&gt;embarrassed&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.  TOTALLY!  What is the point of being such a wonderful species like a dog when everyone &lt;/span&gt;mistakens&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you for a bear?!?!?!?!  Well, I suppose she doesn't have a choice, but still.  I know I am being mean, but it's my blog and I can voice my opinion, so I thought I would......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;On another note, my sister's horse got here.  Now all she talks about is Daisy.  Daisy this and Daisy that.  Ugh!!!  It's driving me nuts!!!  I even got buzzed by the dumb wires that the horse is kept in.  Now I have to duck really low, just in case it &lt;/span&gt;happens again.  I went into the horse's land the first day she was here, and she CHASED ME OUT!!!  I didn't know she had it in her.  She just suddenly&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; spun and ran at me.  I had to get out really fast.  When I was out, she acted like nothing had happened, and she kept on eating the ground like before.  ( I wonder if the ground tastes that good...hmm, I'll have to try it.)  &lt;/span&gt;Sheesh&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!  Horses these days.  They are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rude.  My sister keeps on strapping a big brown thing on her back and sitting on her.  She acts like it's so fun.  I can do that too!!  Well, to be honest (not that I'm not honest or anything), but I think she was trying to do that once with a blanket but I wouldn't let her and I ran away.  Now I feel bad.  Ugh, this blog makes me feel bad about a lot of stuff.  Anyway, that's enough writing, I have to go.  Tootles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4769784119052627480?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4769784119052627480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4769784119052627480' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4769784119052627480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4769784119052627480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/ruby-visited.html' title='Ruby Visited'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rl34pGgHDrI/AAAAAAAAALE/__lWl5LRbRA/s72-c/DSCF6517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3088801877381969231</id><published>2007-05-24T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:58.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomer Wrote to Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX-h2gHDqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OiDpZr_buio/s1600-h/DSCF6512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX-h2gHDqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OiDpZr_buio/s400/DSCF6512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068236813194694306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX9O2gHDmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JBS4q1e8JPc/s1600-h/DSCF6461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX9O2gHDmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JBS4q1e8JPc/s400/DSCF6461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068235387265551970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX9PGgHDnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ddqz3lbwiTI/s1600-h/DSCF6453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX9PGgHDnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ddqz3lbwiTI/s400/DSCF6453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068235391560519282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX9PWgHDoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xdL_9l4w_2o/s1600-h/DSCF6510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX9PWgHDoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xdL_9l4w_2o/s400/DSCF6510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068235395855486594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX9PmgHDpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fny6WyX8pLY/s1600-h/DSCF6511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX9PmgHDpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fny6WyX8pLY/s400/DSCF6511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068235400150453906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look!!  Boomer wrote me a letter.  Two, in fact!!  Ok, the first picture is of the postcard I got a few days ago.  I was very happy with it, especially with Boomers own paw prints!  I made sure that my sis clipped it to my cage, so I will always have a little piece of Boomer.  It also made me feel melancholy, which is why I look a little down in the third pic.  Then today, you wouldn't believe it, I got an envelope for me from Boomer that had treats in it.  The fourth pic. shows how well I helped get the envelope open...I was a little shy of the camera, but the treats won me over.  I really enjoyed it, so thank you so much, my Boomer-boy!!!  I love you, too.  Just in case you can't read what the post card says [you probably can't!], it says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey Sweetie!  I miss you very much!  Thank you for your present! I loved it!  We have to see each other soon!  [at this point he writes something that you can only find out if you can read the picture, I want to keep it personal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your Boomie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See, isn't that nice?!?!?!?!  I just love him!  He really know how to make a girls day!  Really!  I love you Boomie!!  Thank you so much!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope you are all having a good day so far.  I am!!  Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3088801877381969231?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3088801877381969231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3088801877381969231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3088801877381969231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3088801877381969231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/boomers-wrote-to-me.html' title='Boomer Wrote to Me!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlX-h2gHDqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OiDpZr_buio/s72-c/DSCF6512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-2587561135464966910</id><published>2007-05-21T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:58.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlI26WgHDkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-HlzJVl3ep0/s1600-h/DSCF5961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlI26WgHDkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-HlzJVl3ep0/s400/DSCF5961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067172906845802050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok, I know this is kind of a gruesome picture, but my mommy took it for the fun of it, so I figured, why not put it on the blog?!?!  I saw that Boomer had a picture of his nose too, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;so I think all us dog bloggers should try to post pictures of our noses this week.  We can see the different colors, and, um....stuff.  Sorry, I was just trying to give a reason to convince you guys to do it, but I couldn't think of any....So, I dare you dog-bloggers to post a nosey picture.  This is kind of like a tag game, except I am tagging everyone. &lt;/span&gt; If you don't want to do it, fine, I just figured since I know that I have trouble finding things to post it was a good idea.  Anyway, if you aren't doing it ignore all the things in yellow, and read on.  Actually, there isn't anything to read because there isn't much more to say about my nose (I know, isn't is awesome?!?!?!), so I guess you can stop reading now...so...um....**cough**.....right....um....Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-2587561135464966910?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2587561135464966910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=2587561135464966910' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2587561135464966910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2587561135464966910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-nose.html' title='My Nose'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RlI26WgHDkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-HlzJVl3ep0/s72-c/DSCF5961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4443673645210525363</id><published>2007-05-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:59.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rk7wW2gHDgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9WJfaN4q434/s1600-h/DSCF6345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rk7wW2gHDgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9WJfaN4q434/s400/DSCF6345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066250906216369666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rk7wXGgHDhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BXLPzGpJTxU/s1600-h/DSCF6346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rk7wXGgHDhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BXLPzGpJTxU/s400/DSCF6346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066250910511336978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rk7wXWgHDiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WUg2UyEYu1U/s1600-h/DSCF6347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rk7wXWgHDiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WUg2UyEYu1U/s400/DSCF6347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066250914806304290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rk7wXmgHDjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TDbB_HqSCNg/s1600-h/DSCF6344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rk7wXmgHDjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TDbB_HqSCNg/s400/DSCF6344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066250919101271602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are my neighbor-dogs!  I really don't know their names, I just know that every time my mommy takes me walking there they are out.  The first dog in the pictures is really old and quite annoying, I must admit.  I know I shouldn't be mean to the old doggies, but really, he just follows us up the street, and he does not respond to "go home".....well, I don't think I would either, but oh well.  My mom says you should respect your elders, so I guess I should, but still.......As you can see in the pictures of us together, we weren't really interested in each other very much.  The last picture is of a little dog who is also very annoying.  He barks, and barks, and barks!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;, he never stops barking!  I, if you can believe it, I am not a dog that enjoys barking!  I hate it.  I think in my entire life I have barked 15 times in all.  That's it!  I think that number is even too high!  I HATE barking.  I don't know, I just do.  I will bark one bark if the doorbell rings, then I growl and hide in my cage.  Great plan, isn't it?!?!  I really know how to protect my humans, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to protect my humans, for that matter.  Anyway, I'm way off track.  I just wanted to show you some of my neighbor dogs.  I'll try to post tomorrow or Monday.  Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4443673645210525363?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4443673645210525363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4443673645210525363' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4443673645210525363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4443673645210525363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/neighborhood-dogs.html' title='Neighborhood Dogs'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rk7wW2gHDgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9WJfaN4q434/s72-c/DSCF6345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8346526400318659588</id><published>2007-05-16T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:59.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RkuTumgHDeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yI2B4znaD1c/s1600-h/DSCF6286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RkuTumgHDeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yI2B4znaD1c/s400/DSCF6286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065304634726747618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RkuTu2gHDfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fB6rPeby4AE/s1600-h/DSCF6325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RkuTu2gHDfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fB6rPeby4AE/s400/DSCF6325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065304639021714930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The chickens are out!!!!  My dad put them outside in their own little dog house!  Can you believe it!?!  He spent weeks building their own, personal, custom dog-house.  Though I suppose now they call it a bird-house, but.....He even made a pen for them.  I don't know why, though.  Doesn't he know animals like me would love to go in and eat them!?!?!  I just don't understand.  As you can see by the first picture, I was kind-of confused at all the noise they made, because I didn't know where it was coming from.  My sister opened the door for me, though, so I know what's going on now. They are very noisy.  The second picture is a little funny, or at least, my sister looks funny, but it illustrates very well what I want to do with those chicks (notice my tongue hanging out), so that's why I'm using it.  I can't wait until I get a chance to eat them.  &lt;a href="http://cdgagudl.blogspot.com/2007/05/saga-continues.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;CLICK HERE TO GO TO MY MOM'S BLOG AND SEE PICTURES OF THE CHICKS AND THEIR BIRD-HOUSE THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway, that's about it.  I am planning a few posts, so hopefully I will post again this week, so stay tuned!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8346526400318659588?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8346526400318659588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8346526400318659588' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8346526400318659588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8346526400318659588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/chickens-are-out-my-dad-put-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RkuTumgHDeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yI2B4znaD1c/s72-c/DSCF6286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-9066738726632255573</id><published>2007-05-14T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:14:15.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm posting!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so this is a video of our dumb-bird in the tree.  You can't really see him, but you can hear him!!!!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;, how dumb can you get?!?!?!?!  He KNOCKS HIS HEAD into trees for a living!!!!!!!!  THAT must be a great job!  I really hope he has life insurance...  Just knock-knock, why don't you!?!?!?!  Dumb bird.  How can you do it?  You don't see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; knocking my head into trees, do you?!?!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so most of you haven't seen me at all, but you get the drift.  I mean, that bird totally ruins my day.  Picture this:  You are lying outside in the grass on a beautiful summer day, dreaming about other handsome dogs (ahem, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Boomer&lt;/span&gt;!), when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; you hear this horrible pecking!!!!!!!!!!  Ugh!!!!  A beautiful moment shattered!!!  You know what?!  Now that I think about it, I remember in our old house there was a really bad knocking in our fireplace, and you know what it turned out to be?!?! You guessed it, our dumb-bird.  Well, that's what I call him.  I don't know what he's really called, but he is just about the dumbest bird I ever saw, so that's what I call him.  Anyway, I just had to post that......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MfnfjiT3ZvE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MfnfjiT3ZvE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-9066738726632255573?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9066738726632255573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=9066738726632255573' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/9066738726632255573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/9066738726632255573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-im-posting-ok-so-this-is-video-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7473300601367038189</id><published>2007-05-07T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:00.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pUAVhEPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ivJAPtSGDWA/s1600-h/DSCF5811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pUAVhEPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ivJAPtSGDWA/s400/DSCF5811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061950667340452082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pMQVhEKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZexkZ9ioAro/s1600-h/DSCF5824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pMQVhEKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZexkZ9ioAro/s400/DSCF5824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061950534196465826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pMQVhELI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fmWvRHinero/s1600-h/DSCF5843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pMQVhELI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fmWvRHinero/s400/DSCF5843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061950534196465842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pMwVhEMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ur1l6jNl7AQ/s1600-h/DSCF5844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pMwVhEMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ur1l6jNl7AQ/s400/DSCF5844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061950542786400450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pNAVhENI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mbuR5mu2ZVM/s1600-h/DSCF5806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pNAVhENI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mbuR5mu2ZVM/s400/DSCF5806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061950547081367762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pNQVhEOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O8c_D8iccSQ/s1600-h/DSCF5853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pNQVhEOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O8c_D8iccSQ/s400/DSCF5853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061950551376335074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while.  My doggy life has been very busy, plus my sis keeps hogging the computer.  ANYWAY, Sherman visited me the other day!  It's so great to have a doggy friend visit me sometimes, I mean, my sister has friends over a lot!  So, after the round of introductions, or what humans call, "checking each other out"(first picture), our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mommy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; started out for a walk with us.  First we got all good and muddy in the stream, then we went (reluctantly) to the trail.  We ran around like crazy on it.  I mean, look at that pic. of Sherman running!  It's priceless!  I must say, thank you mommy for all these awesome pics.  We went playing and running.  When we got back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;we kept on running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!  Look at that second to last photo!  Running in mid-motion.  It was great.  Really got my mind off missing Boomer for awhile.  Sherman, you really have to come again.  Maybe you can help me ward off that horse when it comes. By the way, my sis made a blog about the dumb animal &lt;a href="http://ridingdaisy.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?!  About the HORSE!!  Oh, well, she is letting me keep this blog, so......&lt;br /&gt;Sherman is one quick dog, I didn't know how to keep up!  I just let him lead.  I always follow.  I figure the other dog is probably better at finding adventures anyway, so.  As you can see by the last picture, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXHAUSTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by the time he left.  Young dogs like him and Boomer always wear me out.  It was nice, though.   Come again, Sherman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7473300601367038189?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7473300601367038189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=7473300601367038189' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7473300601367038189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7473300601367038189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorry-i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rj-pUAVhEPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ivJAPtSGDWA/s72-c/DSCF5811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7823690342687796182</id><published>2007-04-30T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjSr1gVhD-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XJ_vBMx-JLw/s1600-h/DSCF5625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjSr1gVhD-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XJ_vBMx-JLw/s400/DSCF5625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058857217145507810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The deck is a great place to go sun-bathing.  Seriously, the warm sun shining down on me, warming me and making me feel at peace.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so now I sound like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hippie&lt;/span&gt;.  But really, it is so cool ( I mean hot).   I get to lie there and dream about Boomer, and after a while my sister always comes to give me a tummy-rub.  It is wonderful.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;That is what I did today, too.  My mom and sister went off to see that darn horse after school ( I ended up NOT getting a tummy-rub) and left me here!  There were more workers here putting electricity and running water in the barn, so the noise messed-up my sun-bathing a little.  When daddy came home I lay down by the side of the house and kept watch down the driveway for mommy to come home.  You see, my humans didn't have anyone to guard the house while mommy was away, so I took it upon myself that this was my job.  I lie there, and if it is someone I know driving to the house, I turn into the greeting party, running &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;halfway&lt;/span&gt; down the driveway so I can follow the car home.  If it's a stranger, I run a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;quarter&lt;/span&gt; way down the drive.  I suppose that doesn't make much of a difference, but.....If I don't like the person who happens to come I give a (feeble) growl, and hide in my cage.  I know, I'm a coward.  I can't help it, though!  Besides, I like most people, so I normally (should) have good reasons for hiding, although I admit, I hide sometimes just for the fun of it, too.  If it is late at night and I am home alone I stay sleeping in my cage, and I come to the window when my family comes.  My family somehow always knows when I did something bad(went through the garbage, got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;litter box&lt;/span&gt; stuck on my head[read&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; story &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/search?q=scene"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;], ate all the bread &amp;/or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cat food&lt;/span&gt;, etc.).  I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that I don't greet them at the door?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;........That's something to examine.  Anyway, that is the day I had today...I hope all you blogger-dogs had a good day, too.  I need to go in my bed now, my sis is coming soon, too.  Good-night!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7823690342687796182?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7823690342687796182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=7823690342687796182' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7823690342687796182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7823690342687796182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/deck-is-great-place-to-go-sun-bathing.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjSr1gVhD-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XJ_vBMx-JLw/s72-c/DSCF5625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-5087117093801895593</id><published>2007-04-28T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:01.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjNDNQVhD9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ymZ4MH8KrV8/s1600-h/DSCF5710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjNDNQVhD9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ymZ4MH8KrV8/s400/DSCF5710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058460701469773778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Look at this!  Isn't it kinda cool?!?!  It came delivered on a big truck yesterday.  I don't really know what it is.  I think it's a big garden shed or something.  My sister is all excited and says it's her dream come true or something!  Quite strange, isn't it?  I don't think it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;great.  At one end it has a door that opens in two halves.  So you can open the top if you want and not the bottom, or the bottom and not the top, or whatever those humans want to do.  I wonder what it is for.  My sister keeps saying "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't wait until Daisy-Mae gets here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, so now I wonder, who is Daisy-Mae?  Every day my sis says "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, Daisy was so good today" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Daisy is so awesome".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  I mean come-on, she never calls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;awesome!  This must be a really cool person, since they are apparently awesomer than ME!!  Especially since we get a new shed just so they can live in it!  Man, I am in the dark on this one.  But she keeps saying that Daisy is coming, so I guess I'll just have to wait until then to see who she really is.........  this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; mysterious.  Just so that you know, the person in the picture is my Daddy.  He is so cool.  When we go on walks he always chases me and plays with me.  He is funny.  He also gives me the best treats.  See, mommy gives me milk bones, which are good, but compared to the Scooby Snacks dad gives me, well, lets just say that I'd prefer a Scooby Snack to a milk bone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;any day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  Anyway, I have to go.  I hear the treat cupboard opening, and my dad is doing the opening, so you know what that means!!!!Mm-mm-mm, deeelious!!!!  Tootles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font%&gt;&lt;/font%&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-5087117093801895593?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5087117093801895593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=5087117093801895593' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5087117093801895593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5087117093801895593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/look-at-this-isnt-it-kinda-cool-it-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjNDNQVhD9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ymZ4MH8KrV8/s72-c/DSCF5710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6117407722891647912</id><published>2007-04-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:01.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjE7ngVhD4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/q-LhPnOBrog/s1600-h/DSCF5492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjE7ngVhD4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/q-LhPnOBrog/s400/DSCF5492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057889406394896258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjE7ngVhD5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/v6NVznTMisQ/s1600-h/DSCF5493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjE7ngVhD5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/v6NVznTMisQ/s400/DSCF5493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057889406394896274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjE7ngVhD6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/D4tr_0FUuxY/s1600-h/DSCF5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjE7ngVhD6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/D4tr_0FUuxY/s400/DSCF5491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057889406394896290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't I look silly?!?!?  It was the humans doing again.  See, I went to the kennel a few weeks ago and they gave me a bath and I guess they put this thing on me so that I would always have a towel handy to dry myself off, but that seemed too weird.  Then I found out the real reason.....(stay tuned!)  So anyway, my mommy and sister thought it looked cute and took PICTURES!!!!!!!  As you can see in the first picture, I was a little embarrassed about it and I didn't want my picture taken, but some how mommy always wins, and by bribing me she got me to come out (second picture).  I guess it wasn't really that bad.  I looked cute.  And Boomer told me why.  You see, it is apparently very common for us dogs to wear these.  Not for a towel, or a toy, or a bag, no, for FASHION!!!!  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!?!?!?!  THEY CALL THESE THINGS FASHION!  DO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt; KNOW HOW ANNOYING THEY ARE?!?!?!!?  NOOOOOOO!  They put them on to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;look good!!!!  I don't know whether to be disgusted  or overjoyed.  On one paw, they are trying to make us look good, but on the other, they are doing it to make us look good!  Ok, that didn't make all that much sense...what I mean is, I went through all that itchy-ness just so my owner would look good.  You see, if I look good, my owner does, too.  Why don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; try wearing those things for a day!!?!?!?!?  Ugh!  I am so amazed at their selfishness!  Man, when will they learn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;On a more melancholy note, BOOMER'S GONE!!!!!!!!!  WHAAAAA, WHAAAA, WHAAA!   MY TRUE LOVER!  GONE!!!!!!!!  He moved to that place that is a long way away again.  I couldn't believe it!  Do humans have ANY feelings!?!??????????!  I don't know how you could do it.  To break up a love relationship that has just started!?!?!  We didn't even have little pups yet!  (ok, Boomer didn't know about that little detail). Well, I don't think I could have pups anymore anyway, but one can dream, can't they!?!?!  Anyway, I am very dismayed.  I will miss him so.  I never got to say good-bye.  So Boomer, good-bye! I will never forget you, you beautiful, blond pup.  Farewell, my love......  :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6117407722891647912?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6117407722891647912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6117407722891647912' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6117407722891647912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6117407722891647912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-i-look-silly-it-was-humans-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RjE7ngVhD4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/q-LhPnOBrog/s72-c/DSCF5492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8880685801701013837</id><published>2007-04-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:02.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rin7oCzuwbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Bgku53wyrm0/s1600-h/DSCF5597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055848722067276210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rin7oCzuwbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Bgku53wyrm0/s400/DSCF5597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rin7oizuwcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Cb0Ao4vfEfg/s1600-h/DSCF5578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055848730657210818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rin7oizuwcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Cb0Ao4vfEfg/s400/DSCF5578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rin7oyzuwdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CN24VRzcp34/s1600-h/DSCF5602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055848734952178130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rin7oyzuwdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CN24VRzcp34/s400/DSCF5602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dog Days in the Little Forest......This shows why I named this blog Dog Days. Boomer(a.k.a., my crush)and Lady (a.k.a.[according to Boomer] Granny) came to play with me yesterday!!!! It was awesome! My Boomer. Oh, he was great. First we went walking on the trail with our mommy's and ran through the stream (first picture), and I ran at Boomer heels the whole time! (see second picture). Man, he is fast....His so skilled in athletics. He participates in numerous sports, including(but not limited to) fetch the stick, fetch the ball, cat-&amp;amp;-dog wrestling, sneak into the garbage(0r any other forbidden&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;places), tricks with his sister A, and catch the treat. It's so amazing to watch him. I consider it an honor. He just rocks my socks. (wow, what a saying! I don't even have socks!) I love him.....oh no, I said it!!!!!! I love him. Huhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh no, um, backspace, delete, darn it, they aren't working! Oh my! Uh,oh! I'm in for it. So um, just ignore the stuff I said about lov-no, don't say it Abby! Don't do it! Oh my gosh, I'm going to die. I said the three words that humans on that big screen thing always say to one another. Oh, no, I'm doomed! I gotta go, um........&lt;em&gt;technical difficulties, that's it..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10 human minutes later: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have regained control of myself. I still can't get the backspace to work (grrrrrr). I just wanted to say afterward Boomer and I lay on the field and chewed deer bones (last picture) that I gladly helped him find and retrieve. So, yeah, there you have it. Well, bye........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8880685801701013837?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8880685801701013837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8880685801701013837' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8880685801701013837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8880685801701013837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/dog-days-in-little-forest.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rin7oCzuwbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Bgku53wyrm0/s72-c/DSCF5597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4597899096683935757</id><published>2007-04-18T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:02.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFJ1uZCZ7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wp2a3bJQC78/s1600-h/DSCF4863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048897844593977266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFJ1uZCZ7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wp2a3bJQC78/s400/DSCF4863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aren't they beautiful?!?!?!  They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; my most prized possession (notice I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were)&lt;/span&gt;......Until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;(my sister) put them in a trash bag and threw them out.  You see, these are bones I dragged over from our neighbors yard of a dead deer.  I worked myself to death (ok, maybe not that hard...) just to get them so I could chew on them and enjoy them AND WHERE DO THEY END UP?!!?!?!!!?  In the trash, that's where!  I couldn't believe it!  I was SO disappointed.  What a SHAME.  All that hard work for nothing.  My sister is so dumb (don't tell her I said that ;-)  ).  She doesn't understand the importance of those bones.  I am so mad!!!!!!  They were so good!  I still spared myself one little piece, but it's starting to lose it's flavor.  I just wanted to save mommy the time of getting them herself!!!  I don't know why it is so hard to understand that I wanted to eat them and that they taste so good.  Ugh.  So dumb......so dumb!......I will now go mourn (and beg my sister for dog treats, or lay a guilt trip on her [or both!]).  Hehehe.  Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4597899096683935757?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4597899096683935757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4597899096683935757' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4597899096683935757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4597899096683935757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/arent-they-beautiful-they-are-my-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFJ1uZCZ7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wp2a3bJQC78/s72-c/DSCF4863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-2177654584574263694</id><published>2007-04-16T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:02.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RiNR7JrdsaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lCSkypIW38U/s1600-h/DSCF5442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053973283492180386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RiNR7JrdsaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lCSkypIW38U/s400/DSCF5442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RiNR75rdsbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/U4qPNxvUIro/s1600-h/DSCF5440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053973296377082290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RiNR75rdsbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/U4qPNxvUIro/s400/DSCF5440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello?.......Hey, look at this! The human is playing a game. Isn't it funny how humans do that? Weird little games with no point to them. Like the game where everyone hides and one person tries to find them. That always confuses me. I mean, they never tell me they are all going to hide! I'm just suddenly left alone. Humans are so selfish. I don't know what the kid is playing in the picture. I think he is hiding from the camera. Poor kid. Doesn't know that he will have his picture taken anyway. I used to hide, but only 'cause I don't like beeping noises......no, that was an understatement, I freak out if something beeps. I admit. I do. I start shaking and whining and hiding in my cage. There is this one thing that hangs on the ceiling and sometimes my dad makes it beep. I go.....ballistic. It's because my old owner was mean to me and he had stuff that beeped. I know, that doesn't make sense, but oh well. I also get scared if someone chews that sticky stuff and blows bubbles with it. I think that is totally creepy. Anyway, I got way off track. I was talking about games and now I'm talking about beeping. But I have to go now. My sister just called me for a milk bone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;, yummy delicious-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-2177654584574263694?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2177654584574263694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=2177654584574263694' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2177654584574263694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2177654584574263694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RiNR7JrdsaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lCSkypIW38U/s72-c/DSCF5442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-948174924331052382</id><published>2007-04-14T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:02.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RiC0vprdsZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xSSCKfyYeZo/s1600-h/DSCF5370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053237512644702610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RiC0vprdsZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xSSCKfyYeZo/s400/DSCF5370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Can you believe it? We are keeping &lt;em&gt;birds &lt;/em&gt;as pets!!!! Birds!!! See them? IN OUR HOUSE!!! I think my humans have gone mad! Everyone knows that dogs like to eat birds, and cats, well, they LOVE birds!!!! The humans are being totally cruel by keeping them! They came in a little box in the letter truck! I am so disappointed in my humans!! They wanted them! They payed little pieces of green paper just to have them!!!! My mommy said that they can lay eggs, whatever those are. I'm so confused. Life just gets weirder and weirder. I thought my humans were ok, but no, they showed their brilliance by getting those birds. Grrrr. Winged animals aren't supposed to be &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;the house. They belong outside. Just because they are "so cute".   I'll show them cute! Anyway, just an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-948174924331052382?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/948174924331052382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=948174924331052382' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/948174924331052382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/948174924331052382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-you-believe-it-you-believe-it-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RiC0vprdsZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xSSCKfyYeZo/s72-c/DSCF5370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-2694022830862371576</id><published>2007-04-08T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:03.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFLYuZCZ8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eCSxnCiyWlU/s1600-h/rabbits[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048899545401026498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFLYuZCZ8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eCSxnCiyWlU/s400/rabbits%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Bunny-Day!!!! I'm in the kennel this week because my family got to go to Florida, and left me here. Doesn't that stink? They get the beaches and I get the cages!!! Lucky!!!! I have wi-fi in my kennel, so I still get to do something.....I wonder what the deal is with these rabbits? I mean, they have a whole day dedicated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;them. Well, actually, it's about this guy named Jesus who lived lots of years ago and gave his life up for our sins, but I guess people do the bunny thing for the kids or something. I remember that a few years ago when we lived in another house my sister and brother used to go looking for eggs around our yard that magically appeared. Weird, huh? They'd be in trees, on shelves, in little play-things with long yellow things they'd sit on and slip down(once again, humans are weird), etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. Humans are so undereducated! I mean, seriously. Us dogs have &lt;em&gt;reasons&lt;/em&gt; for the things we do. We eat 'cause we're hungry, we bark when to warn people, we beg 'cause it's fun (ok, so that one's kind of pointless). You get the picture..... Anyway, I have to go. The kennel lady's coming to let me out for a bathroom break. Have a good day! Bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-2694022830862371576?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2694022830862371576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=2694022830862371576' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2694022830862371576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2694022830862371576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-bunny-day-im-in-kennel-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFLYuZCZ8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eCSxnCiyWlU/s72-c/rabbits%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3404663069882950356</id><published>2007-04-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:03.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFIiOZCZ6I/AAAAAAAAADs/qsCVvHuPbkY/s1600-h/DSCF5058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048896410074900386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFIiOZCZ6I/AAAAAAAAADs/qsCVvHuPbkY/s400/DSCF5058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFHbuZCZ5I/AAAAAAAAADk/pA74KIM10cw/s1600-h/DSCF5057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048895198894122898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFHbuZCZ5I/AAAAAAAAADk/pA74KIM10cw/s400/DSCF5057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can anyone tell me what this plastic thing is? I always wonder. My sister takes me outside sometimes and spends a lot of time petting me with this plastic thing. I don't get it, though, why pet me with metal? I mean, doesn't she like touching my fur? This plastic thing also causes me to lose my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;-if I may call it that-fur. I like having fur on me! Without it, I would most likely be...**gasp**...UGLY!!!!! And that just isn't possible! But when I think about it, I do have a lot of fur, and it does feel nice when she pets me so long....it's like a massage...so I guess I'll just have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;(though if she takes too much off I'll scream!...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I can't scream, but I can run away...I suppose screaming can be Plan B.) So anyway, I just wondered. Well, talk to you later! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3404663069882950356?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3404663069882950356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3404663069882950356' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3404663069882950356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3404663069882950356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-anyone-tell-me-what-this-plastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFIiOZCZ6I/AAAAAAAAADs/qsCVvHuPbkY/s72-c/DSCF5058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6405696855151386419</id><published>2007-04-02T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:03.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFPfeZCaAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o5bA2mFGIz4/s1600-h/DSCF5068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048904059411654658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFPfeZCaAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o5bA2mFGIz4/s400/DSCF5068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFPf-ZCaBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/s96-lLyw49s/s1600-h/DSCF5069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048904068001589266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFPf-ZCaBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/s96-lLyw49s/s400/DSCF5069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my niece, Sasha (you know, that little black thing in the pictures).  She is now 6 months old and weighs 41 pounds.  When my brother first brought her over, I hated her, to say the least.  I mean, everyone payed attention to her, and I was just the "old lady".  I mean, hey, I'm not as old as Lady, Boomer's sister yet, so I can't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; old!  But anyway, Sasha's better now...more mature.  She is also better trained.  And prettier. Oops, I guess you see that I'm jealous.  Well, I am!!   I mean every time she comes it's "oh look at her play" and " isn't she so pretty" and even worse"does Sasha want a treat", which is most likely   one of MY treats. Grrrrrrr. Why didn't I stay little and cute?  I must not have thought of that.  On one hand, though, she does know how to play pretty well.  She can play fetch and she isn't that bad at wrestling, though Boomer will always be the champ at that.  Well,  I mean, um, well, he's pretty good.  If you want to see videos of Sasha on my brother's site click &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://thegerman349.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope it works.  If not, well, tell me.  Anyway, see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6405696855151386419?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6405696855151386419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6405696855151386419' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6405696855151386419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6405696855151386419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-my-niece-sasha.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RhFPfeZCaAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o5bA2mFGIz4/s72-c/DSCF5068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7645797642127576208</id><published>2007-03-31T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T17:34:24.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JAYKw-x6qE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JAYKw-x6qE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7645797642127576208?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7645797642127576208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7645797642127576208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_1593.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3416087818878200353</id><published>2007-03-31T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T17:33:56.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you believe it?  Cats can talk, too!  Darn it.  They always get ahead of us(dogs).&lt;br /&gt;Watch video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3416087818878200353?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3416087818878200353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3416087818878200353' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3416087818878200353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3416087818878200353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-you-believe-it-cats-can-talk-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4771820772536525502</id><published>2007-03-31T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T17:11:24.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIqhUCZgwXQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIqhUCZgwXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4771820772536525502?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4771820772536525502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4771820772536525502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6286283202382901492</id><published>2007-03-31T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T17:25:11.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi, dogs!  Guess what I found!  Proof that cats are dumb!  Here is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; video from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope you like it.  I loved it!  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you click on the "YouTube" logo-thing in the corner of the screen you can see more funny cat videos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6286283202382901492?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6286283202382901492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6286283202382901492' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6286283202382901492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6286283202382901492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi-dogs-guess-what-i-found-proof-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-2030841107875790194</id><published>2007-03-31T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:13:15.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, people, I've been tagged(by Sherman).  I've never been tagged before, so I hope I do this right.  I have to name five reasons why I like blogging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1. I like to meet other doggy friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2. I get to post cute pictures of me and other doggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3. I get to show humans the dumb things they do(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4. I gives me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to do and reasons to get pictures taken of my [cute]self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5. My doggy friends and I get to make fun of all the crazy things our feline " companions" do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I will tag Patch and Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope I did this right.....if not, please tell me how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-2030841107875790194?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2030841107875790194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=2030841107875790194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2030841107875790194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/2030841107875790194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-people-ive-been-taggedby-sherman.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-204321401431322958</id><published>2007-03-28T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:57:22.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hi, everyone!  Sorry about having to make a new post, but the writing didn't come out with the video(which I hope you liked).  I don't know that many tricks, so....I only know sit, give-paw, lie down, lay back, and jump(which in my lingo is up-up).  I don't know as much as Boomer....:'-( ....He knows a lot of cool tricks.  He's so smart....ANYWAY(ignore that last line,will ya?)...I don't listen to the stuff my sister says.  She does the same routine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;, so I gave up listening.  I think she still says that stuff just to make me look good(which makes her look bad, because I don't listen.)  Oh, well.  I have to go.  So, um, as always, bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-204321401431322958?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/204321401431322958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=204321401431322958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/204321401431322958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/204321401431322958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi-everyone-sorry-about-having-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7668112636688067489</id><published>2007-03-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:48:11.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55FLQry1wPk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55FLQry1wPk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7668112636688067489?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7668112636688067489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=7668112636688067489' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7668112636688067489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7668112636688067489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3875940587599067989</id><published>2007-03-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:04.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos by Gudl(Mommy)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgUuA7F_c_I/AAAAAAAAADM/PCfwG9Q3J4U/s1600-h/DSCF4866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045489550936208370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgUuA7F_c_I/AAAAAAAAADM/PCfwG9Q3J4U/s400/DSCF4866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me putting up with the flower(grrrrrr) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgUuBrF_dAI/AAAAAAAAADU/R8f_v3I9rVM/s1600-h/DSCF4867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045489563821110274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgUuBrF_dAI/AAAAAAAAADU/R8f_v3I9rVM/s400/DSCF4867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;^         ^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me showing you how the flower is staying on my head(pretty tricky, huh?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgUuB7F_dBI/AAAAAAAAADc/WJ0QnK4Xyyg/s1600-h/DSCF4872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045489568116077586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgUuB7F_dBI/AAAAAAAAADc/WJ0QnK4Xyyg/s400/DSCF4872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^        ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me wishing the flower was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mommy made me pose with this flower yesterday because today is my sister and my dad's Birthday!  Happy Birthday!  My sister is now 12 and my dad is.....well, lets just say he is older today.  That flower was pretty scary.  Mommy stuck it in my collar(second picture) and made me get confused.  She tried to put it in my mouth at first, but I didn't like the taste of that stem.  As you can see, I put up with it for a while( see last picture), but  I was grateful to get it off.  I do look pretty cute though, I must say so myself.  I don't understand why my birthday isn't  such a big deal!  I mean, on my birthday(August 8th) I just get an extra treat and my life goes on!  No big celebration!(though my sister got me three pig ears last year and some special dog treats)  My mommy normally gives me something small, like a new collar or something, but collars are dumb because I wear them behind my head and I can't even see it!  Ugh!  I'm going to wish for a new dog bed this year.(hint, hint, mommy)  Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DAD AND SISTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Also, Happy Birthday to whoever else who reads this post today and has a birthday......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3875940587599067989?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3875940587599067989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3875940587599067989' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3875940587599067989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3875940587599067989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-putting-up-with-flowergrrrrrr-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgUuA7F_c_I/AAAAAAAAADM/PCfwG9Q3J4U/s72-c/DSCF4866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-5333043231582162020</id><published>2007-03-22T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:04.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos by Gudl(Mommy)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgMSwrF_c9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1u-rW1DnU9k/s1600-h/DSCF4792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044896634995962834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgMSwrF_c9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1u-rW1DnU9k/s400/DSCF4792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgMSxLF_c-I/AAAAAAAAADE/YVtNHuYrlTk/s1600-h/DSCF4793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044896643585897442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgMSxLF_c-I/AAAAAAAAADE/YVtNHuYrlTk/s400/DSCF4793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is April again.   I get the honor every once in a while of giving her a doggy-back ride (and what an honor it is....NOT) .  The first picture is an aerial view of the ride, and the second is her "quick escape", which, let me point out, didn't work because of my sister's hand being there to guard the little thing.  The humans find it quite amusing to put her on my back and ooh and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; over me( that part is the best).  They should give me a human-back ride sometime and see how it feels!   As I mentioned in the other post, mommy gets scared that I'll eat her, but I don't find any point in doing that because she's just a little, fat, hairy thing that stuffs her food in her little cheeks and eats like a pig.......THAT is what I find entertaining to watch!  Why do humans spend money on them anyway?  We dogs are MUCH cuter!  I mean, she stores her food in a corner, instead of eating it.  She sleeps all day (okay, so do I on some days).  And at night she runs on a metal wheel like her life depends on it!  Man, if I spoke Hamster, I'd tell her to get a life!  She keeps me up all night!   All she does is cost money.... those brainless humans.  Anyway, I have to go to bed now while she's still sleeping and being quiet.  That is, unless she got up early!  I hope not.  I need some sleep!  Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-5333043231582162020?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5333043231582162020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=5333043231582162020' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5333043231582162020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5333043231582162020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-april-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgMSwrF_c9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1u-rW1DnU9k/s72-c/DSCF4792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7645791476269349615</id><published>2007-03-20T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:05.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos by Gudl (Mommy)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgBxHrF_c8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5iPiH1_vMMY/s1600-h/DSCF4804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044155959295833026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgBxHrF_c8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5iPiH1_vMMY/s400/DSCF4804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgBw0rF_c7I/AAAAAAAAACs/BfYLuF6OCsY/s1600-h/DSCF4805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044155632878318514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgBw0rF_c7I/AAAAAAAAACs/BfYLuF6OCsY/s400/DSCF4805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mommy gave me a bone today!  As you can see by the pictures, I love my bones.  When I get one I drool all over my sister's floor and get her carpet all red and sticky with the red stuff in the middle.  That's why mommy gave me my bone outside today.  My sister thinks it's weird  that I like the bones so much, but come on, I'm a dog!  Besides( sorry Boomer, I'm borrowing your new saying), what do humans know, anyway?  I wonder where mommy gets them.  She just leaves the house and when she comes back she has them.  She doesn't work for them, not like me, who went out and took the life of a squirrel, only to have it taken from me moments afterward(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;).  Humans are so lazy!  Well, my dad does go out and hunt those big animals in the woods.  He always wanted one with a horn on it's head, but whats the point of that?  He can't eat the horn!!  So why try so hard to get one with a horn?  Humans seriously need to stop and think sometime!  Why is it that my posts always end up about humans being dumb?  I need to get off that subject.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;.......Mommy took me walking today!  The only thing missing was another dog, like say, oh, Boomer?  I miss him so much.  You must wonder what we do when we're together.  Well, when I come I lay on the floor facing his beaut-I mean- face and stare into his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gorgeo&lt;/span&gt;-I mean....have a staring contest...right.  Then we go walking and I run at his heels and try to nip him.  It's wonderful.........Anyway, then we lie down near one another and take naps.  Oh the beauty of it all......Oops!!  I did not say that!  Wasn't me! Nope, not me!  I didn't say all that about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;handso&lt;/span&gt;-I mean-Boomer.  I better go, before I say too much, so bye! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7645791476269349615?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7645791476269349615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=7645791476269349615' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7645791476269349615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7645791476269349615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/mommy-gave-me-bone-today-as-you-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RgBxHrF_c8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5iPiH1_vMMY/s72-c/DSCF4804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-4916484040668647676</id><published>2007-03-18T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:05.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfxANEDwEpI/AAAAAAAAACc/Kh-cp8aR0J4/s1600-h/DSCF4463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042976275920065170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfxANEDwEpI/AAAAAAAAACc/Kh-cp8aR0J4/s400/DSCF4463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rfw_7kDwEoI/AAAAAAAAACU/ptTBJD4v1ds/s1600-h/DSCF4443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042975975272354434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rfw_7kDwEoI/AAAAAAAAACU/ptTBJD4v1ds/s400/DSCF4443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went looking for that squirrel today, 'cause my mommy said it probably wasn't dead....darn it.  I must have scared those squirrels a lot though because there haven't been any at the little wooden houses filled with stuff the last few days.  Thinking about how that squirrel must taste made me drool(first picture).  So, I started looking( second picture)around where I had my war with the little creature, but it wasn't there.  I searched and searched, but after a long five minutes (I'm a tad on the lazy side) I gave up.  What shame.   I've heard humans say  to others to never give up, but I had a milk bone waiting for me in the house, so I went for the snack that was already there.  Why work for better food when you have good food already?  I mean seriously!  Humans do that sometimes, but they're not very smart as I've learned, or, as [my beloved] Boomer would say, "what do they know?".  They should follow a dogs advice.  We're smarter then them anyway(like all you dogs don't know that already!)  I mean, on one paw, if dogs had humans as pets we wouldn't put food in the world that would give our humans kidney failure would we? (see last post)  Then again, one the other paw, I don't know if we would give our humans food at all.  Humans think there so great anyway, they can get there own food!  Ha!  That would teach them!  Anyway, I have to go.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SEE LAST POST IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY!  THANK  YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-4916484040668647676?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4916484040668647676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=4916484040668647676' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4916484040668647676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/4916484040668647676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-went-looking-for-that-squirrel-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfxANEDwEpI/AAAAAAAAACc/Kh-cp8aR0J4/s72-c/DSCF4463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-1491879533867641776</id><published>2007-03-17T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T11:00:47.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAUTION!CAUTION!CAUTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING TO ALL DOG AND CAT LOVERS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;CNN HAS JUST G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AVE A LIST AND ARTICLE OF DOG AND CAT FOOD BRANDS THAT HAVE BEEN RECALLED FOR KIDNEY FAILURE AND 1O DEATHS.  BEING AS I HAD FOUR CANS OF THE RECALLED BRANDS IN OUR HOUSE I AM GIVING THE LINK HERE.  LOOK AT THE LINK ON THE SIDE OF THE PAGE UNDER "OTHER BLOGS" THAT IS CALLED "CNN RECALL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.cnn.com/2007/US/03/17/petfood.recall.ap/index.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;TO SEE ARTICLE AND LIST.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;TO SEE JUST THE LIST CHECK OUT THE COMMENTS SECTION.&lt;/span&gt; I HOPE THIS WILL HELP YOU ALL.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLEASE TELL OTHERS ABOUT THE RECALL!&lt;/span&gt; THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ABBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;CAUTION!CAUTION!CAUTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-1491879533867641776?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1491879533867641776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=1491879533867641776' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1491879533867641776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/1491879533867641776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/warning-to-all-dog-and-cat-lovers-cnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-9008660147880331488</id><published>2007-03-17T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:05.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rfv8-0DwEnI/AAAAAAAAACM/AIxNjeicEIQ/s1600-h/DSCF4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042902363827868274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rfv8-0DwEnI/AAAAAAAAACM/AIxNjeicEIQ/s400/DSCF4756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rfv8skDwEmI/AAAAAAAAACE/fVaDBWsumbc/s1600-h/DSCF4760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042902050295255650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rfv8skDwEmI/AAAAAAAAACE/fVaDBWsumbc/s400/DSCF4760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  This is my sister's hamster, April, who lives in our room(yes we share a room).  She's really cool to watch, but man, at night she makes a lot of noise.  Running on her wheel, trying to escape....all in a nights work for her.  Yesterday my sister cleaned her cage and put her in this one while she worked.  That hamster goes nuts in that cage.  She loves it!!  Watching her makes me as excited as a human who just watched their favorite team of football players win a game.  She's so energetic!!  I think she thinks that if she runs fast enough she'll break out of the cage.  Ha, ha, she doesn't know that that won't work!!!  Sometimes my sister puts her on my back and makes me walk her around.  Mommy always gets scared that I'll bite her, but I admit, I'm too scared to do such a thing.  I understand why mommy thinks that, seeing as I killed a helpless squirrel this morning.  It was so tempting!!  I couldn't control the urge to hunt.  I sound like a mean beast now, don't I?  It's only the second time in six years!  Ok, I guess saying that made it even worse.  And mommy yelled at me for it!  He might not even be dead!  I'm so mean!  I'm horrible!  How could I do such a thing????!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to go punish myself.  Good-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-9008660147880331488?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9008660147880331488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=9008660147880331488' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/9008660147880331488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/9008660147880331488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-my-sisters-hamster-april-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Rfv8-0DwEnI/AAAAAAAAACM/AIxNjeicEIQ/s72-c/DSCF4756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6546766809626903924</id><published>2007-03-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:05.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfsHJkDwEjI/AAAAAAAAABs/1GlYrOCYtgc/s1600-h/DSCF4741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042632068651029042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfsHJkDwEjI/AAAAAAAAABs/1GlYrOCYtgc/s400/DSCF4741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I rolled the other day(notice the mud streak one my face).  It just so happens that it's very muddy this time of year and I happen to like mud.  I am always called a dirty dog when I come in muddy, and in the summer my sister gives me a bath, but I hate bathes.  That's why this is the best time of year to roll, because it's too cold for a shower outside.  I don't get what's so bad about mud (or the other 'stuff' I roll in).  The humans act like it's a crime to get down 'n dirty in the stuff that smells good.  Well, it smells good to me, at least.  I always tend to roll again after a bath in the summer, so there's no point in that, either.  Once again I am lead into thinking that human's never seem to think rationally.  Have a nice evening everyone!  I have to see if  I can beg my mommy into giving me a pig ear.  Pigs are so good!  Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thank you Lucia for telling me that a "big, loud thing that sucks dirt up" is called a Vacuum Cleaner.(new addition to my vocab.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Please see new Vocab. list on the side of this page.  It shows all the new words people tell me and it will be updated everytime a new word is learned.  Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6546766809626903924?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6546766809626903924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6546766809626903924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6546766809626903924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6546766809626903924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-rolled-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfsHJkDwEjI/AAAAAAAAABs/1GlYrOCYtgc/s72-c/DSCF4741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-3069943999464789030</id><published>2007-03-15T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:05.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfXHjEDwEiI/AAAAAAAAABk/FvrMak_n4vY/s1600-h/DSCF4681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041154763109962274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfXHjEDwEiI/AAAAAAAAABk/FvrMak_n4vY/s400/DSCF4681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sorry I haven't posted!!!  This is where I've been lying the last few days.  Under the table.  Sometimes I lie right by my mom's feet to bug her and get her to pet me.  Doesn't always work, but that's a tip for all the dogs out there.  It's also nice and dark under there which makes it very good for sleeping.  You also get to all the crumbs that fall.  At the time that this picture was taken I was taking a very well diserved nap, not that there is any nap that is undiserved, but......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The only problem with napping there is that the big, loud thing that sucks dirt up comes there to clean up my hair and I always have to run away.  What's the point, anyway??  I'm just going to make it hairy again!!!  Humans do the dumbest things.......  Anyway, I'll try to post again soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-3069943999464789030?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3069943999464789030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=3069943999464789030' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3069943999464789030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/3069943999464789030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry-i-havent-posted-this-is-where-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfXHjEDwEiI/AAAAAAAAABk/FvrMak_n4vY/s72-c/DSCF4681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-6921066655069164066</id><published>2007-03-13T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:06.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfXGz0DwEhI/AAAAAAAAABc/bXTwgcnBtzE/s1600-h/DSCF4684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041153951361143314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfXGz0DwEhI/AAAAAAAAABc/bXTwgcnBtzE/s400/DSCF4684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfXGh0DwEgI/AAAAAAAAABU/k16dDjB2Fv4/s1600-h/DSCF4688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041153642123497986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfXGh0DwEgI/AAAAAAAAABU/k16dDjB2Fv4/s400/DSCF4688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Isn't this sad??? This is what cats do all day!! Lie around and be lazy! Her name is Freckles and she sleeps &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; day. She gets all the good spots!! She's allowed on the couches, beds, upstairs, downstairs, everywhere! I'm allowed in my cage and on the floor. That's it! Lucky cat! She also enjoys eating. Her nick-name is "fat-cat" by the humans. Serves her right! She's kind-of funny looking, but the humans love her. All she does is act dumb and she gets their full attention!! The second picture is what she looks like when she discovers that my sister has been taking pictures of her. She's so tidy, too. She actually washes her hands in the water bowl after she uses the litterbox! She tries to play with me and lie under my belly sometimes, but I politely ignore her. Such a pest......Anyway,bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;THANK YOU GUDL FOR TELLING ME THAT A:&lt;br /&gt;A "CREATURE THAT I ENJOY CHASING" IS CALLED A:SQUIRREL&lt;br /&gt;A "FLYING THING" IS CALLED A : BIRD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-6921066655069164066?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6921066655069164066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=6921066655069164066' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6921066655069164066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/6921066655069164066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/isnt-this-sad-this-is-what-cats-do-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfXGz0DwEhI/AAAAAAAAABc/bXTwgcnBtzE/s72-c/DSCF4684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-5459309333869625136</id><published>2007-03-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:06.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfR2V0DwEfI/AAAAAAAAABM/sNd-OQKbqzg/s1600-h/DSCF2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040784000058135026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfR2V0DwEfI/AAAAAAAAABM/sNd-OQKbqzg/s400/DSCF2222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Sorry I haven't posted!  My dog days have been really busy!  Mostly chasing these little creatures away from the house.  They're so selfish!  They come and steal from the little wooden houses and don't even say say "thank you"!  I'm not even that rude! (Not that I am rude)....I wonder what's in those houses, anyway.  They go&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt; about them!  The little flying things, or whatever they're called, come too, but they're more polite about taking things.  The cat takes care of them.....Oh no!!  What if one of the creatures comes back!  Uh oh, gotta go!!!  Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-5459309333869625136?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5459309333869625136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=5459309333869625136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5459309333869625136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5459309333869625136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry-i-havent-posted-my-dog-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfR2V0DwEfI/AAAAAAAAABM/sNd-OQKbqzg/s72-c/DSCF2222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-104243727269044948</id><published>2007-03-09T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:06.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfHSb0DwEeI/AAAAAAAAABE/3f4EEmxKPaI/s1600-h/DSCF4407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040040833276973538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfHSb0DwEeI/AAAAAAAAABE/3f4EEmxKPaI/s400/DSCF4407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the scene my family came home to last week, 'cause there's this thing called the litterbox upstairs and when I'm alone at home I grab a snack (it's all very tasty and free!). Last time I tried that though I got my head stuck in the top and had to fight the evil thing all the way down the stairs!!! In the process of getting the top off I knocked over a lamp and table, a candle (see right corner of picture), and lost all the hinges to the darn thing! Man I learned my lesson! Quote of the day: Never challenge a litterbox, it'll only win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-104243727269044948?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/104243727269044948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=104243727269044948' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/104243727269044948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/104243727269044948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-scene-my-family-came-home-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RfHSb0DwEeI/AAAAAAAAABE/3f4EEmxKPaI/s72-c/DSCF4407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8487321761928108293</id><published>2007-03-08T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:07.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3qz3M2HSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/niGnzK-mmps/s1600-h/DSCF4447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038941734809509154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3qz3M2HSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/niGnzK-mmps/s400/DSCF4447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3qa3M2HRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IJPcX2nN-94/s1600-h/DSCF0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038941305312779538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3qa3M2HRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IJPcX2nN-94/s400/DSCF0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The top picture is what I look like when I wait to be let in. I sit and wait all alone, in the cold. When my family goes somewhere I sit the same way inside by the window watching them drive away. This is how I sat yesterday when my Mom and sister went to TCBS. I waited, lying in my cage (second picture) and whining until they came back. My cage is like my bed. It's were I sleep at night and were I am lying when my sister's clock starts making a lot of noise, causing me to groan ever so loudly. At this point she calls me a pesimist and gets up to get ready for school. Dumb clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8487321761928108293?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8487321761928108293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8487321761928108293' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8487321761928108293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8487321761928108293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-picture-is-what-i-look-like-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3qz3M2HSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/niGnzK-mmps/s72-c/DSCF4447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-5721570151308112862</id><published>2007-03-07T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:07.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3hlHM2HPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A8_FrS2UMBw/s1600-h/DSCF4465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038931585801788658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3hlHM2HPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A8_FrS2UMBw/s400/DSCF4465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3hLXM2HOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FXaePXlV_-g/s1600-h/DSCF4440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038931143420157154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3hLXM2HOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FXaePXlV_-g/s400/DSCF4440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;As she promised my sister went out and took photos of me playing in the snow yesterday. The first picture is kind-of funny looking, but the second one is a little better. I was trying to get her to chase me, but she just kept on taking pictures with that funny little camera and telling me to sit and stay and to look at her. If she wants people to see me she should just plan a big party, duh! I should probably remind her to invite Boomer, her cousin's dog. Handsome Boomer, with his cute long ears, fuzzy face, funny personality, great athletic-I mean, um, did I just type all of that??? Just don't tell him, okay. Not a word. I mean it. Anyway, today was a good day. My sister went to that place to learn stuff again, so I lay in the sun and went for a walk with mom. More pictures coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-5721570151308112862?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5721570151308112862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=5721570151308112862' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5721570151308112862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/5721570151308112862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-she-promised-my-sister-went-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re3hlHM2HPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A8_FrS2UMBw/s72-c/DSCF4465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-8409070774454761811</id><published>2007-03-06T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:07.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re12I3M2HNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9MsRZ7ziM70/s1600-h/DSCF4250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038813452726312146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re12I3M2HNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9MsRZ7ziM70/s400/DSCF4250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is what the humans call a "snow day", which I don't understand because it's really not snowing that hard!  Anyway, it means that my human sister doesn't need to go somewhere all day and learn stuff.  That makes her happy.  I'm most likely going to spend all day watching the birds on the feeders.  My sister wants to go take pictures of me today so hopefully we have new pictures tomorrow.  This picture was most likely taken just before I chased after a squirrel in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-8409070774454761811?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8409070774454761811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=8409070774454761811' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8409070774454761811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/8409070774454761811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-what-humans-call-snow-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/Re12I3M2HNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9MsRZ7ziM70/s72-c/DSCF4250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404573829786549367.post-7909571388715516815</id><published>2007-03-05T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:07.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RezBj3M2HMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U6IBHt0dKFY/s1600-h/DSCF3562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038614904978152642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RezBj3M2HMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U6IBHt0dKFY/s400/DSCF3562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     This is me, Abby. This is the first post so my human sister doesn't really know what she's doing yet so hang in here. In the picture I look like I have huge ears, but in "real life" they're much nicer. I hung out around the house today. There was really bad weather, so I just lay around and napped in front of the fireplace all day. It was wonderful. More pictures tomarrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404573829786549367-7909571388715516815?l=abbydogdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7909571388715516815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=404573829786549367&amp;postID=7909571388715516815' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7909571388715516815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404573829786549367/posts/default/7909571388715516815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbydogdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00647064235371952509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u3/jcftw28/DSC_1493.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nofGLKnit8/RezBj3M2HMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U6IBHt0dKFY/s72-c/DSCF3562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
