<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 02:05:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>a dog's life</title><description>Comments on life by a little black dog....</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-1302045280425651756</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T10:10:41.484-04:00</atom:updated><title>Weekend visitor</title><description>Molly is visiting this weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say it again.... Molly is visiting this weekend!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is old, and doesn't play like me, but we haf a lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln never meet-ed Molly, but they're getting along just fine.   He has to trust his sister and just go wif it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompy time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-1302045280425651756?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-visitor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5220557732965091307</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T14:26:37.300-04:00</atom:updated><title>Little Sisters and a Big Brother</title><description>Hellos to everyones who I haven't bloggied to in forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you all missing The Weeze???   I thought-ed so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a very full summertime of stuff happening around here.   Mostly playing wif my boys and enjoying them being all home all the time and not hafing to go to the skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there has been some more goings-on too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haf two new baby sisters!!!  Except for that they aren't regular baby sisters.... they're cat puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bridget and Gidget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SrZw284ERFI/AAAAAAAAIoU/eB7s8cAY88c/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SrZw284ERFI/AAAAAAAAIoU/eB7s8cAY88c/s200/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383614493924541522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gidget is on the Haw, and Bridget is on the Gee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're little psyko maniacs, and Norman doesn't like them much at all.   I get along with them both pretty good, and Daddy says that I'm a good girl wif them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gotted a new big brother too!  He's a regular brother, not a cat puppy.   In fact, he's not a puppy at all..... which is why he's my big brother even though he's all new to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Lincoln....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SrZwUYK6XqI/AAAAAAAAIoE/vFA9HCK6jGY/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SrZwUYK6XqI/AAAAAAAAIoE/vFA9HCK6jGY/s200/IMG_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383613899955920546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln was a rescue like me, but not when he was a baby.  He's three, which makes him a little older than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linc also has some problems, and Daddy meet-ed him to help wif some of his problems while he was living at his foster home.   He came-ed here to be my foster brother, but after a few days, Mommy and Dad said he would be my brother, and this would be his forever home and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linc doesn't do well wif being at home without our peoples, and really freaks out a lot.   So he takes medicines and Mom and Dad are working wif him to make him know that it's alright to be home alone for a little while because they always come back.   I try to help, but he doesn't want to listen to the Gracie about it much.   He's also still getting used to living here wif us because he's only been my brother for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has maked a &lt;a href="http://lifewithlincoln.blogspot.com/"&gt;bloggie for the Lincoln&lt;/a&gt; too.... but Linc doesn't haf puter time yet, and Daddy just writes all sorts of doggie trainer stuff in it about Lincoln's Separation Anxiety, and what they're doing to help him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my Boys are back in the skool, things haf slow-ed down some here and I will be able to make bloggie posts more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wags!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5220557732965091307?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-sisters-and-big-brother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SrZw284ERFI/AAAAAAAAIoU/eB7s8cAY88c/s72-c/IMG_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5699118058076275483</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T00:17:17.580-04:00</atom:updated><title>Super Walkies!</title><description>Today we all went-ed to a big giant doggie walk!   Daddy's been plannin' this for a while now, and was all excited about it.   We were suppose-ed to meet up wif our Dog Scout Troop, but we gotted there a little later than they did, and didn't find them.   Not surprising though, because there were TONS of peoples and doggies there!!! Some were all dress-ed up, some were casual, like me.  I wore my pink camo collar and my US War Dogs Association bandana. Most stylish!&lt;br /&gt; It was all sorts of a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's me and Dad at the finish up line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Sf0XUIdfeGI/AAAAAAAAIjQ/FxVDUOdOhNk/s1600-h/IMG_0104+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Sf0XUIdfeGI/AAAAAAAAIjQ/FxVDUOdOhNk/s200/IMG_0104+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331443168512538722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was such a good girl all day!   It was real hard to behave like a wonderful good girl wif so much behinds to sniff and stuff, but I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't all wild about the loud man talking about the dogs who were doing dock diving, or the other loud guy yapping about the agility stuff, but I just stuck close to Mommy and Dad, and made sure that Boo Boo didn't haf no troubles wif any of them other dogs.    Gotta watch out for my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I raise-ed $100 for the Kalamazoo Humane Society.  It's not much, but it isn't an empty kong either, so I'm sure it will help!    I didn't come from there, but I did come from a rescue who got-ed me and my litter from a Humane Society in Akron, Ohio.   Then we went-ed for a long ride to Kalamazoo, and then my Dad finally came-ed to get me and take me home!   So I'm all for helping out whenever I can for peoples who help dogs get to their homes when they are in a wrong place.   I hope these other dogs (and cats) get to their homes soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all tired out after our real long walkies, so I sleep-ed all the way home!   Then I sleep-ed more at home.  Mom and I played cow a little, but I think I was still all tired, so we quitt-ed and I sleeped some more.   It was a really tiring day, but a really good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite    ;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5699118058076275483?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-walkies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Sf0XUIdfeGI/AAAAAAAAIjQ/FxVDUOdOhNk/s72-c/IMG_0104+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-902884501815141393</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T11:59:13.752-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bed</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>reward</category><title>It's good to be two!</title><description>Not long after I turned two, Mommy and Daddy started sperimenting wif letting my crate door opened at night time when we went-ed to sleep.    I've mostly still sleep-ed in my crate, 'cept for a couple nights I gets up and go to the couch.    Daddy says it's because I've been such a good girl and he thinks that I can be all trusted.   I've been all really careful to not do something that is not trusted, and it's paying off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy got-ed me a NEW BED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SeimlfDiBkI/AAAAAAAAIjI/TN2TEZurhLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SeimlfDiBkI/AAAAAAAAIjI/TN2TEZurhLQ/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689722287294018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all like the one that The Quincy had, only red instead of purple.   I still sleeps in the crate most of the time though.   So Mommy thought it would be nice if they could rearrange things so that there was more room in our bedroom, maybe even bring my really big crate upstairs (my new bed doesn't fit in my bed crate so well) and put my new bed in the humungo crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has been thinkin' abouts it for a while now (I can hear the hamster wheel turnin' in his head), and today he finally did some measuring and moving stuff around....  Sadly my ginormous crate just isn't gonna fit upstairs, but he move-ed my bedtime crate over by his side of their bed, put-ed my new bed where my crate was, and put-ed his bookshelfs out in the hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was all done, he called me upstairs and we had a happy dance and lovie party!!!   I likes it!  Maybe I'll start sleeping on my new bed more now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-902884501815141393?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-good-to-be-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SeimlfDiBkI/AAAAAAAAIjI/TN2TEZurhLQ/s72-c/IMG_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5047933516811675217</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T11:46:43.375-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>naughty</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>squirrel terror</category><title>In which I'm all naughty</title><description>So, tonight Mommy and I go outside to play cow.   It was all fun and stuff, until something bad happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something back in the trees made me all temptated, and I was all afraidy that there was gonna be a squirrel attack or something, so I went-ed to vestigate.  Mommy was all calling be, but I just HAD to go and make sure that she wasn't being all in danger or stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, the Daddy is outside calling me.   Now, I may be a silly girldog sometimes, but I sure know that when the Daddy calls, he really needs me.   So I went-ed back up to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was not all impressed wif my brave vestigating the maybe squirrel attack or something.   And it seems that I was attacked by sticky twig thingies while I was being protective!   Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SeagcFinPiI/AAAAAAAAIig/4r18bk6hPmI/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SeagcFinPiI/AAAAAAAAIig/4r18bk6hPmI/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325120013796326946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much all tired out I look from being so protective and brave!?!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Seag61HoWBI/AAAAAAAAIio/gV_9-xVFv30/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Seag61HoWBI/AAAAAAAAIio/gV_9-xVFv30/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325120541964130322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to spend all kinds of time while Daddy got the sticky thingies out of my hairs before he'd let me come into the house.   And then the Momma was all scoldy and not happy wif the Gracie!   What a gyp!    I was being all tective of her and she's all uppity because I forgot-ed to come back when she was called to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she gave-ed me some lovies before she went-ed to her bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5047933516811675217?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-which-im-all-naughty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SeagcFinPiI/AAAAAAAAIig/4r18bk6hPmI/s72-c/IMG_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-6792887673380567095</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T11:47:06.516-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cow</category><title>Workin' hard!</title><description>Ack!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gracie has been working very much hard the past couple days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has been out wif me playing walk all nice at a heel, and making me think real hard by working on my sits while we're walking.  Then he goes and keep on walking!   What the heck!?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he comes back.  Sometimes he makes me do push ups.  Sometimes I get to go to him and do my pretty fronts or finishes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is he thinking!?!????    It's all making my brain tired, that's for sure!   This had better not be a trend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we get to play cow after he gets tired of making me be all show-off-y.  ;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-6792887673380567095?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/workin-hard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4001544942688341883</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T11:47:22.985-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cow</category><title>Help your confusions</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has become to my attention that not everybodies out there knows how to play cow!  Personally, I can't imagine it, but it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Cow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Sd7KMk-KLCI/AAAAAAAAIiQ/Qx0XS5rVHao/s1600-h/Cow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Sd7KMk-KLCI/AAAAAAAAIiQ/Qx0XS5rVHao/s320/Cow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322914127030135842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is playing Cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Sd7Ku1g9z_I/AAAAAAAAIiY/kOG0CFgaaOY/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Sd7Ku1g9z_I/AAAAAAAAIiY/kOG0CFgaaOY/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322914715586646002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the great action shot!?!??   Gracie is zoomie fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybodies should get a Cow and play wif it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-4001544942688341883?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/help-your-confusions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/Sd7KMk-KLCI/AAAAAAAAIiQ/Qx0XS5rVHao/s72-c/Cow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-3256891738969055196</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T11:47:41.255-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>play</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cow</category><title>Cow Season</title><description>It's all nice and warm.   Well, not the past couple days, but in general it is.   And with the warmer weather, melting away of the snow, budding of trees and all that spring time junk, the bestest time of year is starting up.... COW SEASON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so so so so so so so so so SO excited to get out there and play cow!!!   I've even managed to get Daddy trained to keep a cow in the car, so when we're waiting for the kids to get out of school, we can go into the field and play cow.  No forgetting it at home, no excuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've managed to let him think it's his idea to go out back and play cow every evening after the dinner time!   That's at least TWO times a day we play cow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie is a genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-3256891738969055196?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/cow-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-2118581114921354364</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T11:48:00.871-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bath</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bummer</category><title>Baths Stink!</title><description>Helloooooo Everydoggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss the Gracie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been wacky here, but I've finally got time to be writing more again!   Yippie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rundown on yesterday's Gracieness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy take-ed me out to play cow (that's my flying thingie people throw and I catch and bring back and stuff....it's got moo cow spots on it, so it's my cow), but I decided that I needed to head down back and check out the spring time what's the rabbits and deers and stuff doin'?    So Mom had Daddy come out and make sure I realized that she was really calling ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad give-ed me a BATH!!!!    Yeech!&lt;br /&gt;He must have been really bad about my going down back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later, after dinner, Daddy and Boo Boo took-ed a walk wif me.   We went-ed to the school place nearby, and I got to play cow some more.    Dad made me work some, but it was good!  I haven't work-ed much this winter, so I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another dog there..... a Huckskee, but I 'nored him.    I mean.... I was PLAYING COW!!!!    No time for Huckskees when I can play cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home and Mommy took Boo Boo up to his bed, Daddy and I work-ed some more!   He gotted out the clicker and some good yummies, and I knew it was ON!     Then when he gotted out the target stick, I was all excited!   I LOVE playing with the target stick!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dad got all confuse-ed though, and wasn't working the clicker when I'd touch the ball wif my nose.   So I stomped it with my paw, and he got all excited!    Now he's clicking and givin' me yummies) like mad when I stomp the target ball.    Seriously, sometimes it takes so little to get him all excited.    Humans are such stilly aminals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come tonite or tomorrow morning.    I'm gonna see if I can score some yummies by playing wif the target some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-2118581114921354364?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/03/baths-stink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5854691779946181809</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T11:48:16.028-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Quincy</category><title>A sad occasion</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SZrhLESyzlI/AAAAAAAAIho/sJ4mFH6ri8s/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SZrhLESyzlI/AAAAAAAAIho/sJ4mFH6ri8s/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303799091429559890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is very sad for all of us.   My Big Sister, Quincy, passed away this morning time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says that The Quincy was hurting all the time, and doesn't haf any more hurts in her joints now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been an only doggie before though.  Not sure how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Quincy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5854691779946181809?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-occasion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SZrhLESyzlI/AAAAAAAAIho/sJ4mFH6ri8s/s72-c/IMG_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-3816786353408965231</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-07T20:24:35.336-05:00</atom:updated><title>Gracie Day!!!!</title><description>Today is my 2nd Birfday!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got-ed LOTS of yummies today, especially cheese!!!!   Cheese!!!!!  CHEESE, Gromit, cheese!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supercool!   I even got-ed to take a nap wif my Daddy on HIS BED!!!!  (He's all sicky, so Mommy told him to go take a nappy)    We cuddled, and snuggled, and I got lots and lots of tummy time and ear rubbies!   I sleep-ed really good until Mommy started making popcorns....  I got-ed lots and lots of dat too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a really good birfday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, Daddy and I went-ed to the store.  Not just like a normal trip to the store.  I got to get out of the car and stand out front while Daddy ring-ed a bell and talk-ed to peoples going in and coming out.   We went-ed wif the Dog Scouts of America Troop leader and her girl.   It was fun! &lt;br /&gt;I got-ed a lot of pets and scratchies from some of the peoples, and the Troop leader lady give-ed me lots of.... you guessed it.... CHEESE!!!    I luf her!  Can't wait to get active wif the troop!!!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I didn't understand is that some people thought I didn't have a Daddy or Mommy or Boys.... Dad said they thought we were from the Humane Society.  He set them all straight though.   Must be they thought Daddy was there for his work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too coldly until just before we leave-ed, when the wind got all turn-ed around and blowed right at us!   I was all white!!!!   Imagine that, the little black dog being all white!   Egad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy took the camera, but was too busy ringing his bell and not being cold to get any pics....  Gonna have to work on that wif him.   He's such a wimp.   Although his winter coat didn't come in very well this year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everydog had a good Gracie Day!    Let me know how you celebrated!  ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wags, Kissies, Scratchies, and Luvvies to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-3816786353408965231?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/12/gracie-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5623175941778747893</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 21:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-05T16:16:25.979-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Daddy STINKS</title><description>.....like OTHER DOGS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About!?!?!?!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been going away in the morning and coming home later in the after noon time all smelling like other dogs....and sometimes.... a little like cats too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he has been working at a shelter.   I was at a shelter for a couple days once, but then went on a really long car ride to a house where I lived for a few weeks until Dad and my Boys finally came to get me.   I don't think Dad has enough time to drive that far and back in time to come home and take me to get my Boys from the BoySchool.    I'm being all confused by this story.  Dad says it's the shelter that The Quincy came from when he finally got to pick her up a big lots of years ago.   The Quincy doesn't remember so much about it anymore.  Guess when I'm 14, I'll forget stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm getting use-ed to Daddy smelling like other doggies.  Just like he smells when he comes home from teaching at the Dog School.  Only usually I get to go wif him and keep an eye on what he's up to there.    Dad says I can go to work at the shelter wif him, but that I wouldn't have so much fun because he's always busy doin' stuff for the other doggies who are waiting for their families to show up and take them home like mine did wif me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's okie that he's all doggie smelly as long as he changes cloves when he gets home and gives me lots of lovies and kissies and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5623175941778747893?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-daddy-stinks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5422686805691446030</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T23:10:12.775-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hollow Weenie report</title><description>Last night was Hollow Weenie.  This has me all kinds of confuse-ed.    There were no weenies, hollow or otherwise.   What's the deal?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part is that I got to go wif all the peoples to Grandpa's!!!!!   We ate-ed pizza, which is always good, and even The Gracie got-ed some!  (Thanks Daddy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Gramps, Daddy, BooBoo and I all went for walkies!   The whole night just kept gettin' better and better!!!    There were so much smells in Gramps' neighborhood, it was just 'mazing!   And there were peoples everywhere.   Lots and lots of kids!!!  What's not to love!?!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I didn't like so much is that some of the kids were all really, REALLY strange lookin'!!!   Some of dem make-ed me all nervous, but I got lots of pets and lovies from dem as we went-ed on our walkies.   I even got invited up to some porches to get petted and lovied by some of the people that the BooBoo visited!!!   I like walkin' in Gramps' neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even walk-ed after it got-ed all dark out (Dad made me wear my reflektor vest and turn-ed on my blinky light on my collar)!!!!   How cool is this Hollow Weenie thing!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after we walk-ed a lots, we went-ed back to Papa's, and hanged out for a while.  Mommy was there and I got to help hand out some yummies to kids for a little bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I gotta say that dis Weenie, hollow or not, is one supercool holiday!    I hope we can do it again next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a really grate day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wags and Kissies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5422686805691446030?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/11/hollow-weenie-report.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-9043562393512414480</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-30T19:33:22.718-04:00</atom:updated><title>Spookyfull</title><description>I just wanted to draw your attention to the latest bloggie by &lt;a href="http://ferndoggle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherman&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just too cool, and he's got SO much braveness going on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-9043562393512414480?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/10/spookyfull.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-7289481221069659060</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-27T13:32:42.156-04:00</atom:updated><title>Over A MONTH!?!?!?</title><description>I am cannot believe that I haven't been doing my bloggie in so long!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that time I haf been very bizzy teaching at Dog Skool.  I'm getting used to the fact that my Daddy is going to be making me be teacher wif him, so I just do it and make him all happyfull.  It is pretty cool to be the biggie shot doggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make-ed a new friend too.   My friend Braden went-ed to the Rainbow Bridge a few weeks ago.  It was very very sad to me and The Quincy.   And the lady got a new doggie living there too now.   Her name is Izzy.... she's younger than me, and WAY younger than dust-farting Quincy.    She's WAY bouncy too!&lt;br /&gt;We play in each other's yards, and she even came-ed over and had a sleepover for a couple nights when her Mom went out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus is still in town.  They'll be moving soon though.   He just left.  He came-ed for a spendover this weekend.   We played really really really hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go nap now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do more bloggie soon, and won't let it go so longly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-7289481221069659060?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-month.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-573932738518002076</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 00:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T21:06:09.000-04:00</atom:updated><title>Workin' for a living</title><description>I'm beginnin' to see that this whole being all educated thing isn't all that I was thinkin' it would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does The Daddy go off to the Dog Skool all the times, but now he's making ME to WITH HIM!!!!    And he's makin' me do all my smarty girl stuff to show the skool dogs what to do.   In other words, he's making me WORK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis is about a steamin' pile of poo-pit filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I'm not all high and mightily like The Quincy, but gimme a breakie!   I gots to go and be all perfect and nice and smart and pretty and stuff..... AND I have to watch while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; Daddy goes around and makes the lessons wiff OTHER DOGS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am I suppose-ed to do about all dis???   What would you do?   What would Brian Boitano do?   What would Brian Griffin do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-573932738518002076?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/09/workin-for-living.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5112233738513245077</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T22:34:41.007-04:00</atom:updated><title>Where do they go?</title><description>I'm not having such a good time this week figuring out something strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, Mom and Dad have been leaving in the morning with My Boys, and then Daddy comes home without anybody else!!!!    Then later in the day, he goes away and comes back with everybody!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he took-ed me and The Quincy.  We went to the skool (not my skool....the other skool) and got-ed My Boys, then went someplace else and got Mommy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they leaving?   I'm used to Mommy going away a lot for the day, but My Boys have been home with me for a long time now!   Especially Boo Boo..... he NEVER went-ed away all day like this before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else having mystery going aways like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna to keep vestigating this and will keep you all updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wags while looking for My Boys all day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5112233738513245077?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-do-they-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-7082900021333557249</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 01:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-01T22:15:55.248-04:00</atom:updated><title>Weekend With Angus</title><description>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been very bizzy this weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Angus came over and spent-ed three whole nights!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of wrestling and running and playing and wrestling and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SLyd7KLwZnI/AAAAAAAAH1E/Covv_HSYMd0/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/doggitt/SLi9MwJMvSI/AAAAAAAAHyU/q2rnY0cLRLU/IMG_0968.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/doggitt/SLi9MwJMvSI/AAAAAAAAHyU/q2rnY0cLRLU/IMG_0968.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Angus even did his impression of the Six Million Dollar Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/doggitt/SLi9N8Q9biI/AAAAAAAAHz0/xk0-WejZ2qY/IMG_0961.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/doggitt/SLi9N8Q9biI/AAAAAAAAHz0/xk0-WejZ2qY/IMG_0961.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Angus discover-ed the joys of ANKLERS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/doggitt/SLyfBYplEDI/AAAAAAAAH24/bOA83Q-hCtA/IMG_0108.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/doggitt/SLyfBYplEDI/AAAAAAAAH24/bOA83Q-hCtA/IMG_0108.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Mommy and Dad said I should be a good hostess and friendly buddy and let The Angus take an ankler home wif him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about all that, but Mommy gave-ed him one in his overnight bag and told his Mom that he had an ankler to chomp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pretty happy, and since they last a long time and are good for many chomps, I hope he will take it when he moves away :::::sniffle::::: and have some Gracie fun at his new house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, but I'm all sleepyfull and worn out from all the playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night wags,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezie&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/6400762950328888425-7082900021333557249?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SLyd7KLwZnI/AAAAAAAAH1E/Covv_HSYMd0/s72-c/IMG_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-1224513365961098923</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T22:43:00.347-04:00</atom:updated><title>I'm all gradiated!!!!</title><description>It's finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more skool!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went-ed to skool yesterday night and take-ed my big test.  It was all kinds of easy!!!   I didn't even haf to use a pencil!   (THAT was a big relief!!!)   All I had to do was all the stuff I do all the time.... sit, down, stay, come....easy cheezy stuff like that.  Only catch was that Dad wasn't allowed to indulge his love of giving me yummies after I did things.   It musta been all hard for him!  I thinks it was more of a test for him than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm all done havin' to be in skool and I got something called a SeeGeeSee or something like that.  Dad says it's a title.  Maybe he's talking about writing a book or something.  Like about a dog named Gee, and it's about him seeing.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's don't make sense sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he's really really really happy!   ;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-1224513365961098923?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-all-gradiated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4052672252024750586</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T16:19:09.894-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Angus</category><title>He's Leaving Me!!!!</title><description>OMIGOSH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all in disbelief and being shock-ed!!!   I am just not believing what I just found-ed out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestest wrestle-in-the-dirt-and-mud friend, Angus is MOVING AWAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, his Mom is transferring to a job in another town.... like an HOUR AWAY!   And he's gonna go wif her!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pure poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though his Mom says that he'll be able to come and have some spend overs sometimes..... it's still poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too upsetted to wright the bloggy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go chomp my anklers and try to be strong......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::::::sniffle::::::::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-4052672252024750586?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-leaving-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-7990728448376699912</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T13:21:21.863-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Quincy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>birthday</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>school</category><title>Ancient history</title><description>Today the Daddy changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;birfday&lt;/span&gt;!   Not sure how much old he is, but The Quincy says he's even older than she is!!!   I don't think that possible, but she's pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insistent&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe it's just 'cause she's all gone crazy.  Oh well.... He doesn't look different to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to celebate Daddy's birfday, I've decide-ed to be all special good and lovey to him today.   I'm tryin' really really hard to not be all chomping stuff I shouldn't, and to not be all too much rammy and frappy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all supergood in skool last night because I was practicin' for today.   Dad was all happyfull and his trainer lady he teaches wif said that I'm all gonna pass my test real easy.   I don't know how I'm gonna pass a test when I can't hold a pencil so goodly.....maybe it's done on a 'puter.    Anybodys out there ever had a test?    Was it on a 'puter?&lt;br /&gt;At least I know that the first thing to do is put my name at the top!   Mommy and Dad are always telling the Woodchuck boy that he has to do that first, so I figure I should too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advices would be appreciate-ed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-7990728448376699912?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/ancient-history.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5920912094436611601</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T12:00:35.140-04:00</atom:updated><title>To Grandmother's house we went</title><description>Lemme say dis:  I LOVE my Grandma!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              I LOVE goin' to see my Grandma!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              and I LOVE playin' with Grandma's doggie, Patches!!!  (and her toys, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, The Quincy Loves going and seein' the Grandma too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, we all went-ed to see The Grandma and Patches.   It was all wonderfully and great!  I got to roll in her yard, and play wif The Patches' toys, and play and play and play!!!   Even The Quincy was all playin' and bein' happyfull!   Boy, The Quincy really lufs the Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Patches really, really lufs my Boys!  She is a Jackie Russelly and is a little spazzy like a puppy, but she isn't a puppy.  I think some medication may help, but she's into natural stuff and that's all cool wif us.   She likes to take off and run around, but I show-ed her how it's cool to come back when the people call and then you get all kinds of LOVIES and stuff!  She's gonna try  it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long time ride, but it's definitely worth it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I gots to remind The Daddy to bring the camera, though...  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says tonight is our last class before I takes the test for my CGC.  He says that's a title.  I wonder if I'm gonna get a book?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll let you know how that goes later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wags,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5920912094436611601?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-grandmothers-house-we-went.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5020025070728554230</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T22:25:30.177-04:00</atom:updated><title>MY turn!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This is being The Quincy.    My turn to write bloggie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gracie think she all important and so much all that, but she just stupid little puppy head mouth breather!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Quincy Day.   Quincy is now 14 years old.  Quincy deserve respect for being so much good girl for so many years!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy wants her 15 minutes..........  and bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you muchly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Princess Quincy Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5020025070728554230?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-turn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5141636022709119590</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T01:00:32.380-04:00</atom:updated><title>I'm all steamed like rice or broccoli or something!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm having about had it with the Daddy and his taking me to the dog skool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been going on long enuff and I don't know how much mores I can take it!  Every week it's the same thingie:  Go to the skool, wait in the giant crate and watch him play teach the other doggies.  And I waits like a supergood girl too!  All the time he walk around and talk to the other dog's peoples and do stuff with the other dogs learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they leave and the other-other dogs and their peoples come.  And the Daddy lets me out of the gigantic crate, but do I get to play?  NO!   I haf to be all working and doing learning stuff too!!!  What a ripoff!!!!   And tonight, I had to show the other dogs how to be all sitting there while your people walks away and then lie down while they're still away from you.   And did I get to play with a toy or with one of the other doggies for doing sutch a good job???   NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All I got was to work more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says my test is in two weeks, and him and the big trainer lady were talkin' and said that I'm already ready.  So why do I haf to keep going to the skool????   And if I do HAF TO go, why can't I be playin' wif the other doggies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we gets home, and The Quincy is all :::sniffy:::sniffy:::sniff::: all over me and Daddy, and keeps going on an' on about how we are all stinky like other dogs.  And then more :::sniffy::sniff::sniff:::  and more "You stinky like strangerdogs!"   I just want to chomp her or something!   Why doesn't she haf to go to the skool?!????   Stupid old fart dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is poop and Dad's just very real lucky I luf him so muchly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me be venting to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wags,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie Lou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&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/6400762950328888425-5141636022709119590?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-all-steamed-like-rice-or-broccoli-or.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4451586414724405057</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 06:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T02:11:18.564-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Daddy is an idiot</title><description>So.... I've been away for a few dayz.  No, I hasn't been away.  I couldn't get to online!  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my Daddy is the biggest-est stupid in the world!  That's why!   Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he breaked the 'puter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no I'm back on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'puter.   And I'm all happy again.  Mommy, not so much.   A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't miss much from here.   Daddy went to a doggie school thingie on Saturday, and The Quincy and I got to hang out with just Mommy and BooBoo.  The Woodchuck was at his dad's.   I don't like that.   I wants him here with me!  But what ya gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came-ed home with all kinds of "great ideas" (his words..... not mine!) for things to do with me.   This should be good.  Better be some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; yummies comin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-4451586414724405057?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-daddy-is-idiot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Weeze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>