<?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-6400762950328888425</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:38:46.541-05:00</updated><category term='bummer'/><category term='naughty'/><category term='bath'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='play'/><category term='sleepover'/><category term='cow'/><category term='dog friends'/><category term='Angus'/><category term='school'/><category term='squirrel terror'/><category term='bed'/><category term='reward'/><category term='work'/><category term='Quincy'/><title type='text'>a dog's life</title><subtitle type='html'>Comments on life by a little black dog....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-1302045280425651756</id><published>2009-09-25T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:10:41.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend visitor</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/1302045280425651756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=1302045280425651756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/1302045280425651756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/1302045280425651756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-visitor.html' title='Weekend visitor'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5220557732965091307</id><published>2009-09-20T14:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:26:37.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sisters and a Big Brother</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5220557732965091307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5220557732965091307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5220557732965091307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5220557732965091307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-sisters-and-big-brother.html' title='Little Sisters and a Big Brother'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5699118058076275483</id><published>2009-05-02T23:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:17:17.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Walkies!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5699118058076275483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5699118058076275483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5699118058076275483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5699118058076275483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-walkies.html' title='Super Walkies!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-902884501815141393</id><published>2009-04-17T11:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:59:13.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reward'/><title type='text'>It's good to be two!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/902884501815141393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=902884501815141393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/902884501815141393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/902884501815141393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-good-to-be-two.html' title='It&apos;s good to be two!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5047933516811675217</id><published>2009-04-15T22:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:46:43.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrel terror'/><title type='text'>In which I'm all naughty</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5047933516811675217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5047933516811675217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5047933516811675217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5047933516811675217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-which-im-all-naughty.html' title='In which I&apos;m all naughty'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-6792887673380567095</id><published>2009-04-12T22:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:47:06.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cow'/><title type='text'>Workin' hard!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/6792887673380567095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=6792887673380567095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/6792887673380567095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/6792887673380567095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/workin-hard.html' title='Workin&apos; hard!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4001544942688341883</id><published>2009-04-10T00:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:47:22.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cow'/><title type='text'>Help your confusions</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/4001544942688341883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=4001544942688341883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4001544942688341883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4001544942688341883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/help-your-confusions.html' title='Help your confusions'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-3256891738969055196</id><published>2009-04-09T12:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:47:41.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cow'/><title type='text'>Cow Season</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/3256891738969055196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=3256891738969055196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/3256891738969055196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/3256891738969055196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/04/cow-season.html' title='Cow Season'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-2118581114921354364</id><published>2009-03-23T13:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:48:00.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bummer'/><title type='text'>Baths Stink!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/2118581114921354364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=2118581114921354364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/2118581114921354364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/2118581114921354364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/03/baths-stink.html' title='Baths Stink!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5854691779946181809</id><published>2009-02-17T11:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:48:16.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quincy'/><title type='text'>A sad occasion</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5854691779946181809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5854691779946181809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5854691779946181809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5854691779946181809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-occasion.html' title='A sad occasion'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-3816786353408965231</id><published>2008-12-07T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:24:35.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/3816786353408965231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=3816786353408965231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/3816786353408965231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/3816786353408965231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/12/gracie-day.html' title='Gracie Day!!!!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5623175941778747893</id><published>2008-12-05T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:16:25.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy STINKS</title><content type='html'>.....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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5623175941778747893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5623175941778747893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5623175941778747893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5623175941778747893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-daddy-stinks.html' title='My Daddy STINKS'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5422686805691446030</id><published>2008-11-01T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:10:12.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollow Weenie report</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5422686805691446030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5422686805691446030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5422686805691446030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5422686805691446030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/11/hollow-weenie-report.html' title='Hollow Weenie report'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-9043562393512414480</id><published>2008-10-30T09:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:33:22.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spookyfull</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/9043562393512414480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=9043562393512414480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/9043562393512414480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/9043562393512414480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/10/spookyfull.html' title='Spookyfull'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-7289481221069659060</id><published>2008-10-27T13:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:32:42.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over A MONTH!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/7289481221069659060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=7289481221069659060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/7289481221069659060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/7289481221069659060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-month.html' title='Over A MONTH!?!?!?'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-573932738518002076</id><published>2008-09-24T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:06:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' for a living</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/573932738518002076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=573932738518002076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/573932738518002076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/573932738518002076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/09/workin-for-living.html' title='Workin&apos; for a living'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5112233738513245077</id><published>2008-09-04T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:34:41.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do they go?</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5112233738513245077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5112233738513245077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5112233738513245077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5112233738513245077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-do-they-go.html' title='Where do they go?'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-7082900021333557249</id><published>2008-09-01T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:15:55.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend With Angus</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/7082900021333557249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=7082900021333557249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/7082900021333557249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/7082900021333557249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Weekend With Angus'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-1224513365961098923</id><published>2008-08-26T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:43:00.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all gradiated!!!!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/1224513365961098923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=1224513365961098923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/1224513365961098923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/1224513365961098923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-all-gradiated.html' title='I&apos;m all gradiated!!!!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4052672252024750586</id><published>2008-08-22T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:19:09.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angus'/><title type='text'>He's Leaving Me!!!!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/4052672252024750586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=4052672252024750586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4052672252024750586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4052672252024750586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-leaving-me.html' title='He&apos;s Leaving Me!!!!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-7990728448376699912</id><published>2008-08-19T13:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:21:21.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quincy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Ancient history</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/7990728448376699912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=7990728448376699912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/7990728448376699912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/7990728448376699912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/ancient-history.html' title='Ancient history'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5920912094436611601</id><published>2008-08-18T11:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:00:35.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Grandmother's house we went</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5920912094436611601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5920912094436611601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5920912094436611601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5920912094436611601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-grandmothers-house-we-went.html' title='To Grandmother&apos;s house we went'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5020025070728554230</id><published>2008-08-12T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:25:30.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY turn!</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5020025070728554230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5020025070728554230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5020025070728554230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5020025070728554230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-turn.html' title='MY turn!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5141636022709119590</id><published>2008-08-12T00:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:00:32.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all steamed like rice or broccoli or something!</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5141636022709119590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5141636022709119590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5141636022709119590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5141636022709119590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-all-steamed-like-rice-or-broccoli-or.html' title='I&apos;m all steamed like rice or broccoli or something!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4451586414724405057</id><published>2008-08-11T02:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:11:18.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy is an idiot</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/4451586414724405057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=4451586414724405057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4451586414724405057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4451586414724405057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-daddy-is-idiot.html' title='My Daddy is an idiot'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-8211332168892167883</id><published>2008-08-07T11:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:37:18.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super chomp!</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad have decided that we have too much stuff in our house.  They announced that we're going to have a garage sale!  I have no idea why they'd want to sell the garage or how that helps us not have so much stuff in our house, but they're pretty set on it, so I'm just kinda watching.   They started taking stuff from our house out to the garage.... clothes, toys, other stuff I don't play with.  I hided some of my toys so they don't hafta go to the garage too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thingie about all this is that the Dad clean-ed out the garage firstly, and found some old deer parts out there.  The bestest part is that he gave-d me the old deer parts to chomp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the anklers he give-d me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJsVO4OCCsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZF_9gynqokQ/s1600-h/8-5-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJsVO4OCCsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZF_9gynqokQ/s320/8-5-08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231798737474554562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bein' all careful to make them last because Daddy hasn't hunt-ed deers in a few years (so I'm tell-ed), and I don't know when the heck he'll bring me new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, these things last a LONG TIME!   They're supergood chomps and don't crack and fall all aparts like the bones I gets sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also make great fashin aksezzories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJsTlbNZ6LI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3tMVvyl_vUQ/s1600-h/8-5-08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJsTlbNZ6LI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3tMVvyl_vUQ/s320/8-5-08+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796925801031858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how much pretty it is to pose wif???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the absolute bestest part about the anklers is that The Quincy doesn't chomp them!!! &lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like to chomp hard stuff too much because she's all old and chompin' stuff would be too much doggy for her and her prissy "I'm think I am a cat"-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they're ALL MINE!!!!!   Yeeeee-hawwwww!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-8211332168892167883?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/8211332168892167883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=8211332168892167883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/8211332168892167883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/8211332168892167883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-chomp.html' title='Super chomp!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJsVO4OCCsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZF_9gynqokQ/s72-c/8-5-08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-73280518207089777</id><published>2008-08-05T23:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:45:32.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All dressed up</title><content type='html'>By request of my friend Sugar's Mom, I get to be all showin' off my fancy girly collar that Daddy finally got shame-ed into getting by all his girly dog trainer friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my pretty pinky girly collar!  It was all nice and clean until Angus and me got all muddyfull playin' in the rain one day.  Dad says that's why we can't have nice things, but I still likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJkbT3GwjwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NKTUbnP1hDQ/s1600-h/8-6-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJkbT3GwjwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NKTUbnP1hDQ/s400/8-6-08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231242470191304450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice also my very wonderful and Patriotical Dog Tag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a projekt that Dad is working on to show support to our Military Working Dogs!   The tag says "IN SUPPORT OF OUR MILITARY WORKING DOGS SERVING EVERYWHERE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost $6 for a set of two tags with the rubber quiet thingies and a chain for both people and dogs.  All the moneys are going to send care packages to Military doggie teams!  It's a cool way for me to show support for the dogs since I'm not maked of metal and the yellow ribbin magnets won't stick to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJkdAs0S31I/AAAAAAAAAH0/27yTVCsWohg/s1600-h/8-6-08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJkdAs0S31I/AAAAAAAAAH0/27yTVCsWohg/s400/8-6-08+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231244340035247954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is The Quincy showing off her very spicy chili pepper collar that Daddy goted for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that she's all patriot-y too!   Even in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or your peeples want to have some of the people doggy tags, you can make email to dogtagsfordogs@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad will get you all hook-ed up, and you can be all supercool too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-73280518207089777?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/73280518207089777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=73280518207089777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/73280518207089777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/73280518207089777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-dressed-up.html' title='All dressed up'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJkbT3GwjwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NKTUbnP1hDQ/s72-c/8-6-08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4884307571018833619</id><published>2008-08-04T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:38:53.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I winned an award!!!!</title><content type='html'>Looks like somebody out there has notice-ed me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an award!  Which is like a treat you can't eat..... Not sure how that makes sense, or why it's a good thing to get a treat you can't eat..... or even chew on.... or even even put in your mouth and run around with showing everybody, like a new chewie or antler or something, but I guess it's good anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meeshka&lt;/a&gt;  has awarded me the Arte-y-Pico Award!   It looks carry-able, but isn't because it's just a pickture.   But it sure is pertty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJcrAU4uk-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xnqW5WoBx2I/s1600-h/Arte-y-Pico-Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJcrAU4uk-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xnqW5WoBx2I/s400/Arte-y-Pico-Award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230696776820757474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rules for the Award:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You have to pick FIVE blogs that you consider deserve this award for creativity, design, interesting material and also contribute to the blogger community regardless of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Each award has to have the name of the author and a link to his/her blog to be visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given him/her the award itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Award winners and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of the "Arte-y-Pico" blog so everyone will know the origin of the award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) In compliance with said RULES, the award winner must show the RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been readin' lots of bloggies, and am givin' this here award to &lt;a href="http://www.onefoxyhound.com/"&gt;Roxy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tumeni-notes.livejournal.com/"&gt;Chester&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://originalgruffpuppy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Opy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ferndoggle.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Jackman Ave Gang&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://blog.raiseagreendog.com/"&gt;Johann&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-4884307571018833619?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/4884307571018833619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=4884307571018833619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4884307571018833619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4884307571018833619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-winned-award.html' title='I winned an award!!!!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJcrAU4uk-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xnqW5WoBx2I/s72-c/Arte-y-Pico-Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-115489474363527591</id><published>2008-08-03T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:06:21.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared Silly!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy Moocow!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe what is going on around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're surrounded by MONSTERS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just outside in the yard, and The Boy came and opened the door.  So I head on over to go inside, and he starts saying that I'd better hurry because "the EVIL MOTHS will get me"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEeeeeEEEeeeEEEEEEeeeKKkkkkkkKKkKkk!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go hide under the bed now!   No wonder The Quincy doesn't want to go outside!  Ever.  At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else got EVIL MOTHS where they live?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-115489474363527591?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/115489474363527591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=115489474363527591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/115489474363527591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/115489474363527591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/scared-silly.html' title='Scared Silly!!!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-2546616557141434580</id><published>2008-08-02T17:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:09:35.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag... I'm it???</title><content type='html'>I got tagged to play the Name Game by my new friend, Levi!!!   So, heeere we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your name?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grace Louise, but you can call me Gracie Lou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, what would it be?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Blanche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your pet's name? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy...  Just kiddin'...  Dolly and Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could change your pet's name, what would it be?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I named 'em, why would I change 'em?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your brother and/or sister's name/s?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Quincy Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could change their names, what would they be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Spoiled Uppity Fun Cop Doody Head Sister Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace has 5 letters, so I tagg-ed 5 new friends!   &lt;a href="http://goldenbond.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Bond,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dewdana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moose&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://scotchmutt.blogspot.com/2008/07/aargh.html"&gt;Scotch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://brudabaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brudabaker&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://guccitheboxer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gucci&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haf funs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldenbond.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6400762950328888425-2546616557141434580?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/2546616557141434580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=2546616557141434580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/2546616557141434580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/2546616557141434580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag... I&apos;m it???'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-1259218510953582408</id><published>2008-07-29T00:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:24:47.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He just won't give up!</title><content type='html'>Once again, we were off to the Doggie School tonight.   Not too bad, I got to just hang out in one of the big suites and watch a bunch of rookie dogs do their lessons.&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple big boydogs that kept wanting to come over and see me, but there'd be none of that!  Those guys gonna have to learn that school time isn't play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after they all left, Dad came and got me and had me all workin' hard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;!!!   What the heck is the deal here!?!????   All this walk around and heel, then sit-stayin'.... phooey!  Right in the middle of it all, Dad hands my lead to some strange lady, and.....get this..... he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goes outside!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  For, like, THREE MINUTES!   So, I just kinda sat there and watched the other dogs doing their things.  Dad musta been glad to see me when he came back though, because he gave me all kinds of cheers and a couple yummies too!  What can I say, he loves me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it wasn't too bad tonight.  I got lots of cheers and lovies, and a good bunch of yummies!  And, I learned a new thing to do!  Dad calls it a "finnish".... All I gots to do is sit down in front of him and then walk beside him, turn around, and sit next to him.  It sure does make him excited, and of course that means lots of yummies and lovies!   I love it when I can make him so excited that he wants to give my yummies.  And I sure do love dem lovies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I hope he gets this whole school thing outta his system soon..... I hate showin' off all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-1259218510953582408?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/1259218510953582408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=1259218510953582408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/1259218510953582408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/1259218510953582408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-just-wont-give-up.html' title='He just won&apos;t give up!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4296847054891711024</id><published>2008-07-26T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:45:10.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heel Schmeel</title><content type='html'>Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has it in his head that not only does he expect me to be all perfect and wonderful and all that phooey while we're at the Doggie School and at baseball.....but now he's actually tryin' to boss me around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at home!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what kind of j-u-n-q-u-e  is THAT!?!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes and pulls out the leash this afternoon.  I'm all over that.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALKIES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  But, oh NO!  It's not for me... it's for The Quincy.   So BooBoo goes and drags her around, while Dad does and puts my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;traffic lead&lt;/span&gt; on me!  Crap.   And he proceeds to go prancing all around the front yard expecting me to keep a heel --get this-- at home!   What a barge load of poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large barge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, I'm supposed to keep all attentive to him and be all stuck to his knee while the kid and Bubble Girl (Quincy is really gone over the rainbow...she's in her own world most of the time, so Mom and Dad call her Bubble Girl.  She just kinda floats around in her happy place most of the time.) are all wandering around in front of me!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have to take Dad to the Vet or switch his food or something if this behavior doesn't self-extinguish....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-4296847054891711024?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/4296847054891711024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=4296847054891711024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4296847054891711024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4296847054891711024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/07/heel-schmeel.html' title='Heel Schmeel'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5054013906807569422</id><published>2008-07-26T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:29:58.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball been berry good to me...and my boy!</title><content type='html'>Another baseball game tonight.  Playoffs.  Big game.  This time there was no smelly puppy.  No big sister (she stayed home 'cause Dad says he's tired of having to deal with both of us when BooBoo goes to the playground, and she doesn't like it anyways).  Just me and my chewie!  Aaaahhhhhh..... life's good.   Oh, and my tennis ball!!!!!   Life's very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bestest part is that my boy's team won!   I'm bein' one happy pup!  That means more baseball next week.  Hope The Quincy stays home again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as I sit here doing my bloggie stuff, the before-mentioned sister is stealing my gooey, soft, wonderful chewie.  Oh well, I get to have her unchewed chewie now!  hee hee hee  More for the Gracie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go chomp now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5054013906807569422?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5054013906807569422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5054013906807569422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5054013906807569422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5054013906807569422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/07/baseball-been-berry-good-to-meand-my.html' title='Baseball been berry good to me...and my boy!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-2283737606913935554</id><published>2008-07-24T12:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:45:44.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball and a smelly pup</title><content type='html'>Apparently, it's not enough that I had to go to the Dog School two times this week, and work all so hard and stuff.... I also had to go to baseball last night and show off being all wonderful and good and perfect and all that guff!!!   I couldn't even just be a regular dog!  Gak!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other paw, I met a little baby English Bulldog that some other people just got a week or so ago!   He really is cute, but he smells funny and barks all high-pitched and stuff!  We got along pretty well, even though he stole one of my tennis balls.   Ah, the price a girl pays to be all nice and perfect and behaved and stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-2283737606913935554?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/2283737606913935554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=2283737606913935554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/2283737606913935554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/2283737606913935554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/07/baseball-and-smelly-pup.html' title='Baseball and a smelly pup'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-8194771532907300727</id><published>2008-07-22T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:09:02.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I work hard for the kibble...</title><content type='html'>Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two.... count them, TWO days in a row now I've had to go to the Dog School and be all supremely well-behaved and show off what a wonderful good girl I am.   I'm exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's like all the same thing over and over.... sit, down, stay, down, sit, stay, come..... gimme a break!  At least Dad took the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; yummies.  He sure must have been excited about being able to give me treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said I don't have to go back to the school until next Monday, which is like sometime next spring or something I think.  So at least it's all over now, and we can get back to the business of laying around on the couch and making sure that The Quincy's bowl really is empty.   Yep.... nothing but lazin' around for a looooooooong time now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-8194771532907300727?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/8194771532907300727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=8194771532907300727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/8194771532907300727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/8194771532907300727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-work-hard-for-kibble.html' title='I work hard for the kibble...'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5401017351643134</id><published>2008-07-22T01:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:19:01.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie goes back to school....and WORK!</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy done went and did it this time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said I was gonna go back to school because the lady at the Dog School said that all the trainer people's doggies should get something called a Sea Gee Sea. Well, by golly...he really meant it!  And to make things even more Holy Crap worthy, he made me work too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya see.... People love to give out goodies so much, and it's indeed possible to teach them to give out treats without even making them work a clicker!  And my Dad teaches people when it's time for them to give out snackies.  You know, like when their doggie sits, that's a sign that it's time to hand them a yummy.  Just like when I make Dad click the clicker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off we went to the Dog School.    First just hung out while Dad and the other teacher people talked a lot.  Then, I got to go over and hang out while Dad talked some more.  Not too exciting, but Daddy thought it was cool.  He said I was bein' a demmo dog.   But since nothing blew up, I don't know what that's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the people left, and more people showed up with their doggies.  Pretty cool!  I got to meet some new doggies, but didn't have much time to socialize.  Daddy kept wanting to go for little walks and all sorts of other silly little routines.   I think he had too much soda before the school time and had to potty a lot, because he left me with another of the people a couple times and went outside.  He was gone for a long time too!  Next time, I'll remind him not to have so much to drink before the school time.  It's embarrassing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5401017351643134?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5401017351643134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5401017351643134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5401017351643134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5401017351643134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/07/gracie-goes-back-to-schooland-work.html' title='Gracie goes back to school....and WORK!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-909964493033931953</id><published>2008-07-08T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:13:40.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SUCH a good girl!</title><content type='html'>Last night, Daddy couldn't sleep.  So, being always up to get up and go downstairs, I went with him.  We were just sitting around, and all of a sudden, Daddy pulls out my clicker!!!    I know what that means!!!!!!!!  YYYYYYYYYYeeeeeeeHaaaaaawwwwwwwww!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got him to make the noise for all sorts of things!   I sat down, he clicked, and gave me some yummies!!!!   I laid down, he clicked!   I sat, he clicked.... you get it.   And I got yummies every time he clicked!    I LOVE the way I can make him do that, and how he likes to do it so much that he gives out treats every single time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight we go off to The Rick's baseball practice.   Dad and I went over to the playground with The Boo-Boo.   We walked around a lot.   He really likes it when I walk all next to him, so I indulged him a bit.   Then we went up on some really scary metal steps and around some metal walkway thingies.   It was strange and scary at first, but Dad was so happy that I took him up there, he got out the venison yummies again!    How can I deprive him of that much happiness!?!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad got this strange idea that it'd be fun for him if I sat or laid down and waited while he walked away.   A long way away, but waited until he stopped and turned around and called my name.  (I think he got scared being so far away from me, that's why he'd stop and call to me).   Then I'd go running up to him way fast (so I'd get there fast and he'd stop being scared), and sit down in front of him.    He was sure happy to no be scared anymore!   He'd laugh and scratch me and give me kisses and tell me what a good girl I am (duh), and give me even more yummies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to have such a well trained Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-909964493033931953?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/909964493033931953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=909964493033931953' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/909964493033931953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/909964493033931953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-such-good-girl.html' title='I&apos;m SUCH a good girl!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-6344973634851067631</id><published>2008-06-30T12:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:44:46.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestle Mania chez moi!!!</title><content type='html'>Angus has been over since Saturday afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great!!!!   We've run.   We've played.   We've slept (when Mom and Dad make us go to bed).    We've been obnoxious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, we've wrestled&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SGkTSOfe61I/AAAAAAAAAGg/IxTVAUwNIv4/s1600-h/06-01-08+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SGkTSOfe61I/AAAAAAAAAGg/IxTVAUwNIv4/s400/06-01-08+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217722847134149458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wrestled....&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SGkU6c-K6YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7qyFosmxSPI/s1600-h/06-01-08+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SGkU6c-K6YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7qyFosmxSPI/s400/06-01-08+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217724637727353218" 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;And Daddy and Mommy are in awe at our wonderous ability to NOT QUIT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Quincy did this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SGvW4aR-FmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dCZZyMtvwjs/s1600-h/06-01-08+045++q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SGvW4aR-FmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dCZZyMtvwjs/s400/06-01-08+045++q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218500857854563938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHhhhhhheeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go chomp Angey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-6344973634851067631?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/6344973634851067631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=6344973634851067631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/6344973634851067631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/6344973634851067631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/06/wrestle-mania-chez-moi.html' title='Wrestle Mania chez moi!!!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SGkTSOfe61I/AAAAAAAAAGg/IxTVAUwNIv4/s72-c/06-01-08+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4434618242340439889</id><published>2008-06-27T16:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:46:40.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more sleep!</title><content type='html'>Angus is coming again!!!!    Yyyyyipppp yiiiipppp yippie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's comin' to spend over this weekend, and I just cannot wait!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't get a bath after he leaves....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-4434618242340439889?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/4434618242340439889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=4434618242340439889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4434618242340439889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4434618242340439889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-more-sleep.html' title='One more sleep!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-5101702664088100167</id><published>2008-06-21T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:46:02.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy is HOME!</title><content type='html'>Okie.... My little one, Boo Boo has been away since Wednesday.  He went and took off with his Auntie and hasn't been home until this afternoon.   I've looked and looked for him, but he never seemed to be here.   Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at last, he came home today!!!   Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all ready to give him Welcome Home Lovies and kisses and let him throw the ball for me and stuff, but he isn't doin' it!   Seems that my little buddy caught something, and is all sick!  Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep checkin' on him as he sleeps, and hope that tomorrow will be full of running and playing for both of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-5101702664088100167?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/5101702664088100167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=5101702664088100167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5101702664088100167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/5101702664088100167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-boy-is-home.html' title='My Boy is HOME!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-8370940113862172775</id><published>2008-06-19T23:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:26:22.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Time!!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight I got to go to baseball!!!     I like to go to baseball, and tonight was extra good because I got to go with Daddy and no one else!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just hung out and watched Rick's game (which they won!).... Dad, Me, my water bowl, my squeekie ball (which I got out of a Wubba), and some other parents.  No Mommy, no Ian, and NO QUINCY to boss me around!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just layin' around, getting treats tossed by Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmmmmmm....   life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dad said I get to go tomorrow too!  Except he said I have to wear my backpack and haul my own stuff....  oh well, it'll be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-8370940113862172775?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/8370940113862172775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=8370940113862172775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/8370940113862172775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/8370940113862172775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/06/daddy-time.html' title='Daddy Time!!!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-7411589008946489617</id><published>2008-06-17T23:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:04:08.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That, Daddy!</title><content type='html'>A while ago, my Daddy started going out in the evenings here and there, being gone for a few hours, and then coming home SMELLING LIKE OTHER DOGS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as you all know, this is simply not acceptable!!!   He may not know it, but I know just exactly where he's going and what he's doing!   He is out cavorting with all kinds of canines...giving scratchies and treats away like they're water!   All under this half-baked story that he's helping their families learn to train these doggies.   HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo.... tonight he actually has the guts to take me with him!   Of course, I'm curious to see just what kind of mangy flea ranches he's dragging me off to be forced into socializing with.   Then, to my wonder and dismay, we pull into Dog Zone!   The very place that we go for both the bestest things (my food) and the worstest things (occasionally I get my nails clipped there)!   What a mix of emotions for me!!!   It's the place I played as a pup, learned that if I sit down I can get treats (what a chump), and a host of other things.   I loved going there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he goes and expects me to pay attention to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; while all the while about a gazillion (at least) smells are all over the place!!!  What &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; wrong with Dad!?!?&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, I have to sit there and watch him pay attention to other dogs!   What a donkey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo..... when it comes my turn to do stuff, I'm havin' no stinking part of it!   You want a sit?  I'll down.   You want a heel?  I'm gonna stand here and plaster my nose to the ground like I'm sniffing the last air on earth!   You want a leave it?  That's just pushing my opposite button. &lt;br /&gt;The best gauge of my success was when one of the other trainers laughed and said to Daddy, "Humbles you, doesn't it?"!!!    Ta-Da!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score one for the doggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-7411589008946489617?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/7411589008946489617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=7411589008946489617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/7411589008946489617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/7411589008946489617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-that-daddy.html' title='Take That, Daddy!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-674229250253723648</id><published>2008-06-09T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:18:08.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Haiku</title><content type='html'>No fun now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-674229250253723648?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/674229250253723648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=674229250253723648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/674229250253723648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/674229250253723648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-haiku.html' title='Monday Haiku'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-335781227531377700</id><published>2008-06-07T22:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:22:25.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepover'/><title type='text'>We been bizzie!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't bloggied for a few days.  We've been very very very very busy here!!!   Angus and I have been playing and playing and playing and playing for the past 4 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be my bestest dogfriend, Angus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SEs_iq02BBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Hvuaehqgqtc/s1600-h/06-01-08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SEs_iq02BBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Hvuaehqgqtc/s320/06-01-08+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209327258828145682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus is a great playmate!   The only problem that Mom and Dad have is that he tends to drooly glands that are.... um.... a bit active.    In fact, he pants and drips almost constantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother me, or even Quincy any though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been wrestlin' all the time, and found out that he can put a lot of my head in his mouth!!  Hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says I'm all gross because of the Angus drooly, but I think that the "wet look" might be the next big thing at the groomer's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SEtBEBP4iaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UCHwRZda2a0/s1600-h/06-01-08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SEtBEBP4iaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UCHwRZda2a0/s320/06-01-08+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209328931294448034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even The Quincy hasn't escaped the Droolinator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SEtByIvWZII/AAAAAAAAAGI/ccTHFI6BXnY/s1600-h/06-01-08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SEtByIvWZII/AAAAAAAAAGI/ccTHFI6BXnY/s320/06-01-08+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209329723579458690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooopsie!    Gotta go!!!!!   This is the last night of our sleep over marathon, and I gotta go outside and get muddy with my drippy drool-do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-335781227531377700?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/335781227531377700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=335781227531377700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/335781227531377700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/335781227531377700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-been-bizzie.html' title='We been bizzie!!!!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SEs_iq02BBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Hvuaehqgqtc/s72-c/06-01-08+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-243899697224079286</id><published>2008-06-04T16:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:25:05.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scottish is Coming!!!</title><content type='html'>It's today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Angus is coming to visit!!!!   I  j u s t  c a n n o t  w a i t!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angus is a black lab.   He's a few months younger than I am, and that makes him a few centuries younger than The Quincy!  Ha hee hee ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Angus is coming to spend over for a few days!!!   It means that I have to give up my downstairs crate for him to sleep in at night and when the peoples are gone, but that's cool with me!   We get to PLAY!!!!!!!!!    And we'll play,  and probably play some, and maybe have some time to finish killing all the rest of the grass in the doggie yard.   We may just have some time to squeeze in some play too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!!!    Quincy is looking for her helmet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6400762950328888425-243899697224079286?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/243899697224079286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=243899697224079286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/243899697224079286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/243899697224079286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/06/scottish-is-coming.html' title='The Scottish is Coming!!!'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400762950328888425.post-4025739144545322563</id><published>2008-06-01T23:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:53:25.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About time</title><content type='html'>Howldy Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time we got this thing off the ground, and the first of the month seemed like it was just made to begin new things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would normally be Gracie Lou.  Weezie when I'm being good.  Gracie Louise when I'm not.   And....THE WEEZE when I'm somewhere in between!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENefATpwII/AAAAAAAAAFA/E2jRHQ0DAoQ/s1600-h/Pictures+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENefATpwII/AAAAAAAAAFA/E2jRHQ0DAoQ/s320/Pictures+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207109480921809026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a year and a half old, and am of mixed lineage.  You may use the term Hybrid, thank you.   I live with my Daddy, Mommy, Ian (Boo-Boo Bear) and Rick (The Woodchuck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            I have a big sister, Quincy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENhigTpwJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9E4sJckDT6A/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENhigTpwJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9E4sJckDT6A/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112839586234514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also known as Princess Quincy, Quince, and Q among lots of other things.   She's prissy.  And OLD!!!  She'll be 14 this August!!!  She went deaf this past winter, but I don't think much has changed.  Hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a Kitty Sister named Norman Gene.   Dad thinks it's funny.   He's like that, but we love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENiuQTpwKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TU2ZHaycpsI/s1600-h/Norman+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENiuQTpwKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TU2ZHaycpsI/s200/Norman+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207114140961325218" 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;We had a really fun day today!   We spent lots of time outside, which I love and Quincy hates.   She hates being outside and most of all being on grass.   She says that if she was meant to be outside, God would never have made houses; and if she were meant to be on grass, there would be no carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of running around and playing ball, while Quincy wandered around and ate some grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad were playing in the yard and making a fire in the brush pile.  Boo-Boo was playing with the hose, when all of a sudden this guy comes wandering out of the tall grass in "The Back"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENk1wTpwLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qbDW1l85jzs/s1600-h/turtle+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENk1wTpwLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qbDW1l85jzs/s320/turtle+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207116468833599666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never seen a box turtle, or any other turtle before!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to check it out, but Mom and Dad kept telling me to leave it, so I did.... mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy, on the other paw, couldn't hear them and probably wouldn't have paid a lot of attention anyway.   She just kept sniffin' and sniffin' and sniffin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like she just couldn't get enough of that turtle smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENnrATpwNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G7EQogicncQ/s1600-h/turtle+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENnrATpwNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G7EQogicncQ/s200/turtle+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207119582684889298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stayed back for the most part, and watched.   Never trust something that looks like a Buster Cube that can walk!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENopATpwOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gkEik2s1FIs/s1600-h/turtle+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENopATpwOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gkEik2s1FIs/s320/turtle+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207120647836778722" 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/6400762950328888425-4025739144545322563?l=adogslife-ga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/feeds/4025739144545322563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6400762950328888425&amp;postID=4025739144545322563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4025739144545322563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6400762950328888425/posts/default/4025739144545322563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adogslife-ga.blogspot.com/2008/06/about-time.html' title='About time'/><author><name>The Weeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077825218175404317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SJdMZHOsaRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBCcVVrHGMQ/S220/06-01-08+020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z19QFMubTas/SENefATpwII/AAAAAAAAAFA/E2jRHQ0DAoQ/s72-c/Pictures+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
