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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/11/wheres-buddy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-4286100849475056801</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2006 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-09T13:35:46.314-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Fun</category><title>Today is my Birthday!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/100_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/balloons.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/100_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/100_0501.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/200/100_0501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o I come downstairs this morning, and find this &lt;em&gt;"wild animal"&lt;/em&gt; in our house! But my humans didn't have to worry, I jumped right on him in full attack mode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was a little nervous when he started squeaking, but soon I found my courage again and tackled him down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tossed him, I pushed him around, I got him to the ground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Safety reigns again in our home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I found a new blue ball and tried to get everyone to play. You would think I was a puppy again! All these new toys, I wonder why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/100_0500.jpg" border="0" /&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/34907966-4286100849475056801?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-is-my-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-5917448278839377714</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Nov 2006 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-08T13:08:33.780-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Brush</category><title>A Little Bit of Help Would Be Nice?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found where they left the evil brush, and I tried to get it. I danced, I growled, I whined, I begged. I asked my humans to help me. I stood up and bounced forward, I got a hold of the edge of the table. But I am just too short to reach it! But none of my humans would help me reach the brush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/100_0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/100_0496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-5917448278839377714?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-bit-of-help-would-be-nice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-6966838804612122104</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-05T17:10:08.621-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Safety</category><title>I better hide where it's safe!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The humans are playing a scary game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/100_0493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't know what it's called, but I think it will be much safer if I hide under the coffee table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But there isn't much room for me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/100_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/100_0494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wonder what the scary game they are playing is called? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when will they STOP???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/100_0495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-6966838804612122104?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-better-nide-where-its-safe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-8677382900055310511</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-03T15:48:13.722-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Safety</category><title>It's a long, hard day!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/100_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/100_0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's exhausting guarding this house all day long. Sometimes I just have to lay down and take a nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/100_0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-8677382900055310511?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-long-hard-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-9129562444512552344</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-29T12:15:32.173-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Food</category><title>I Smell Food!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddydancing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddydancing.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Every time I smell food in the kitchen, I get up and dance! I can even walk around a bit on my hind legs, trying to get at the food the humans keep on the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too bad I am so short...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But sometimes they drop food, and I am always ready to help clean the floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-9129562444512552344?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-smell-food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-6825346298999375948</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 12:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-26T08:44:31.131-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Food</category><title>Buddy &amp; the Brush</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddybrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddybrush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got the evil brush! No-one is going to be able to brush me now. I HATE being brushed! I stole it when my human tried to brush me. Then I beat the brush into submission. Just TRY and take it from me now. I will growl at you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am holding the brush hostage until I get more dog food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-6825346298999375948?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/buddy-brush.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-5876681014412808645</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2006 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-23T13:43:14.685-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Food</category><title>Going to the vet means extra food!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/meetingafriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/meetingafriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going to the vet was fun! I met a new friend, and we had a good sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I had to sit and wait my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But after the vet took care of that nasty tick, he gave my human something called &lt;em&gt;"anti-bi-o-ticks"&lt;/em&gt; and said I had to take them 2 times a day, for 5 days - because my skin got infected by that nasty tick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we got home, my human gave me a nice piece of cheese, but there was a yukky pill in the middle? Too late, I swallowed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddylistening.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddylistening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I was smart the next time she gave me the cheese, I just ate the cheese and spit out the pill. She tried covering it with steak sauce. But I just licked it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day, I guess she felt bad, because she gave me canned dog food 2 times a day. For four days, I got some good dog food - for breakfast AND dinner. Wow, going to the vet was a great idea - all this extra food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But here it is 6 days later, and there's no more canned dog food for breakfast??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-5876681014412808645?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-to-vet-means-extra-food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-3662539822116314197</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2006 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-22T17:10:57.415-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Fun</category><title>Buddy &amp; the Burrs</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyburrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/buddyburrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I was having so much fun! Rolling around in the underbrush, digging up all these wonderful fall smells. But when I came back inside my human thought I looked so silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a pain it was to sit still while she pulled all those burrs off my face, my back, my belly, my legs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-3662539822116314197?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/buddy-burrs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-8314225319278379456</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-18T09:35:32.234-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sick Dog</category><title>This ticks me off!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My top human was annoying me by trimming around my eyes. So I could see, she said. I can see just fine with my hair in my eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddystick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddystick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she discovered that annoyance on my shoulder. I couldn't see it, but it sure did itch. At first she said it must be a cyst, but then she said, no, it's a tick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So some nasty bug has decided I'm a tasty meal, and attached itself to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now my human says we have to go to the vet to get it removed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-8314225319278379456?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-ticks-me-off.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-6126920284047708461</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-17T13:46:36.365-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Food</category><title>Waiting for a treat!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A friend posted a comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't worry....I've got a plan to sneak you over some treats...shhhhhhhh...it will be our little secret"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I'm ready!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/400/buddyatdinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-6126920284047708461?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/waiting-for-treat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-1391367178168033847</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-14T18:21:17.251-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Food</category><title /><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddysleeping.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddysleeping.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I knew it was too good to be true... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All that wonderful food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the extra cuddles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I woke up today, all the extra humans were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the food put into that cold box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And all I could do was stare at it when they left the door open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No more special food...&lt;br /&gt;No more extra cuddles... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I'm still hungry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-1391367178168033847?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-knew-it-was-too-good-to-be-true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-1602737649289135019</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2006 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-14T18:11:23.496-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Food</category><title>It's Turkey Day!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/cooking.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/cuddles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/cuddles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, the smells! There is food cooking, wonderful food cooking! My humans are making food, all sorts of food, and all my favourite humans are here to hold &amp; cuddle me and give me food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's taking so long, my top human has been in the kitchen cooking all day long. I smell turkey, potatoes, stuffing, gravy. They are killing me with all these wonderful smells, but no matter how many times I go into the kitchen and whine - no one gives me any of the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the extra cuddles helps though. And their promises to feed me under the table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-1602737649289135019?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-turkey-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-8046040295393289890</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2006 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-01T14:30:22.880-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Safety</category><title>How Dare You!?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyatthefence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Buddy sniffing the fence" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddyatthefence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"A dog’s territory is its world and will do anything to protect it."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That human named &lt;strong&gt;"Bobby"&lt;/strong&gt; came by my house with his two dogs - a rottweiller and a boxer. And they marked my fence!! Three times each!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow! Did that ever make me &lt;strong&gt;angry!&lt;/strong&gt; I jumped up and barked at them - over and over! I looked at my &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddysniffingthefence.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;humans, just sitting there - &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddysniffingthefence.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Buddy gathering information for next time" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddysniffingthefence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;didn't they know that these wild dogs were invading our territory???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddysniffingthefence.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddysniffingthefence.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had to get down from my look-out perch and race to the back-door, hoping to catch them in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But no matter how much I raced, how much I barked and yipped, my humans are too slow opening the door and let me out. The dogs were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I spent a long time, sniffing along the fence, gathering information about these intruders, ready for next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-8046040295393289890?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-dare-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-4216052167208922104</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2006 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-30T09:24:18.534-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Food</category><title>No Pizza for Buddy!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyonrobslap.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddyonrobslap.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Friday night and dinner time for the humans. They are eating pizza in front of that noisy box thing. I wait patiently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I already had my canned dog food tonight. But sometimes the other human gives me a small piece of steak or something, when they are done. So I watch their plates intently, waiting and hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But they finish, and there's nothing left! I keep waiting, hoping. I check their plates, I look sad at them. But no-one is noticing that I am starving here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I hop down from the couch and go over to the other human, and I cry. He just looks at me, &lt;em&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I cry some more, but still there's no food offered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, there is nothing left to do but jump up on his lap, and sulk. I am starving and no-one cares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-4216052167208922104?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-pizza-for-buddy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-5262956748333673080</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-29T13:25:07.593-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Safety</category><title>Come in Out of the Rain!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyatthewindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Buddy up in the window" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddyatthewindow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My humans were playing &lt;em&gt;"clean the gutters"&lt;/em&gt; so I thought I would join them outside. Visit with my friends at the front fence, and generally keep an eye on things for them.&lt;br /&gt;My top human was on the driveway, the other human up on top of the house. I, of course, was stuck behind the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time my top human walked up the driveway, I would race back to the back door, so I could beat her there. But I think she was just playing, because when I ran back to the front yard, she was STILL on the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyinsidethewindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="buddy looking out the window" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddyinsidethewindow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, that was fun for a while, then the human on top of the house thought it would be funny to make it &lt;em&gt;"rain"&lt;/em&gt; on me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting wet! If it's raining outside, I won't go out to do my business. I'll wait, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't know where to run, the &lt;em&gt;"rain"&lt;/em&gt; followed me everywhere! So I decided to find a safer vantage point. Somewhere I could watch them, yet be safe from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"rain"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyinsidethewindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-5262956748333673080?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-in-out-of-rain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-9019957693246779316</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Sep 2006 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-28T15:23:47.075-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Food</category><title>Did I finish all my food today?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyeating.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddyeating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I love dinner time. That's when they finally feed me the &lt;em&gt;"good"&lt;/em&gt; stuff! The &lt;strong&gt;canned &lt;/strong&gt;dog food. Sure, I could eat the dry dog food in my dish any time, but the canned food is what I get really excited about! Mmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By 5:30 PM, I start reminding my humans it's dinner time. I don't know why they don't eat then, I'm hungry - it's &lt;strong&gt;Dinner Time&lt;/strong&gt;! Sometimes I stand over my dry dog food and pretend to eat it, so they get the idea that I'm hungry. Doesn't usually work, but maybe one day they will understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally they get the dog food can, and put some in my bowl. I gobble it up in just a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;few seconds and then go check if they are offering any more. Then back to my bowl to see if I forgot any. I always go back and check one my bowl more time before bed-time - who knows, I might have missed some food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyinthefridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddyinthefridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have a special little room that they keep all the cold food in. If someone leaves the door open, I run right over to look at all the food. I don't know why they try to palm off that boring dry food on me, when they have so much food in storage? I wish I could get some of their food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My human caught me looking at the food last night, and asked if I was still hungry? I bounced around and wagged my tail! Yes, Please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-9019957693246779316?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/did-i-finish-all-my-food-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-8044288227481641968</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Sep 2006 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-27T12:11:36.333-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Car Ride</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sick Dog</category><title>It's Not Fun Being Green</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddydancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Buddy dancing" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddydancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; There she goes, running out the door again! That ringing thing called her, saying one of our lesser humans was sick, and off she went.  Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few minutes later, and she's back! She mumbled something about forgetting to turn off the stove, but I know she really came back for me. So I jumped and danced for her, till she scooped me up and took me with her to the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I could tell she was worried, so I just sat still on the back seat, worrying myself. When we turned onto the on-ramp of the highway, there was a police car &amp; three policemen standing there. My human's worry range increased. I know she was thinking about the sick human, and how much this would delay us if they waved us over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I hopped up to the window and let the policemen know I had everything under control. So they waved us on, and my human drove on with relief. So I thought for sure she would open the window then in thanks, so I could get a good sniff of all the passing smells. But no, even when I whimpered, she didn't open the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally we were off the highway, and the windows opened! Ahh! I love the passing smells, so much information, it's a rush!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought we could get out for a good sniff &amp;amp; marking session when we arrived, but as soon as the lesser human got in, she turned around and drove off again. Well, between her worry, and the sickness feeling coming off the lesser human, my poor little tummy just couldn't take any more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petsmart.com/global/articles/article_detail.jsp?CONTENT%3C%3Ecnt_id=10134198673267375&amp;amp;FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=9852723696503984&amp;bmUID=1144768735887&amp;amp;In=Dog&amp;amp;N=156689"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;carsick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! Oh, the shame of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-8044288227481641968?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-not-fun-being-green.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-2057273380047086585</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-26T11:51:50.526-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dog treats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Car Ride</category><title>Joy-Riding in the Car</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My top human is always leaving lately, driving around the lesser humans. And I'm getting so-o lonely.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyinthecar.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="buddy in the car" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddyinthecar.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, she grabbed my LEASH and said I could come too!! Oh boy! I love going out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will go to the BEACH. I love the beach, there's lots of OTHER DOGS to sniff, lots of trees to mark, and when I get thirsty, I can go &lt;a href="http://s93413450.onlinehome.us/picture/DigitalCamera/Scenery_2006/generated/LakeviewPark_OshawaOntario_Apr2006-10s.JPG"&gt;down to the lake&lt;/a&gt; and get a drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will go the to PARK. I love the park. Lots of great places to sniff &amp; mark. And I always meet a new dog friend or two there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/dog%20halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="dog in halloween costume" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/200/dog%20halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe we will go the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petsmart.com/ps/main.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PetSmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! There's dog treats there, and dog food, and dog toys, and dog beds, and other dogs to meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I hope she's not thinking of buying me a Halloween costume!? How embarrassing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no-o-o, we don't do anything fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the lesser humans forgot his lunch, so she drove to his school, handed his lunch to him, let me sniff around a bit &amp; mark in this new place, and we had to get back in the car. &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Pupperoni" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/200/pupperoni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she goes home and makes herself some lunch too. What about me? What about this poor hungry dog? Ah, a treat for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-2057273380047086585?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/joy-riding-in-car.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-717355824163933485</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2006 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-25T13:25:23.802-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dog dreams</category><title>Who's Afraid of No Cats</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddyatthegate.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddyatthegate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My top human and I were going out to the backyard this morning. I had places to check &amp; sniff, you know, check the perimeter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, my human says,&lt;em&gt; "Look, there is a white cat laying right there on the gate!"&lt;/em&gt; Like she thought I should rush right out and chase him away, or something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, of course, I took my time coming out the door, and there was no cat laying on the fence. Silly human!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which is just as well, as I have no interest in cats, ever since I tried to be nice to a cat I met on the street. When I went up to sniff him to say &lt;em&gt;"hello",&lt;/em&gt; the cat scratched me on my nose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Oh my poor little nose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I have cat nightmares!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/320/buddy%26cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-717355824163933485?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/whos-afraid-of-no-cats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-4462013142506202094</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2006 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-24T12:32:25.139-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dog walk</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dog friends</category><title>A Celtic Walk in the Park</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As usual, I was hiding upstairs as my humans prepared to go out. They were calling me, but no way was I getting locked in the kitchen again! But when my top human came to the stairs with the LEASH, I came racing down because I knew that meant a WALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all I could do to sit still, so she could put on my leash, and out the door I ran, straight to the car. We were going on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.initi8.ca/celticfestival"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Celtic Walk in the Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I don't know what Celtic means, but I do know the park means OTHER DOGS to meet and sniff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/100_0383.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/200/100_0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met lots of new friends! Scotty thought he knew all about this Celtic thing, but I think he was a bit too full of himself, just because he was Scottish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddy%20mollie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/200/buddy%20mollie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mollie was so cute, I just had to get to know her! She was kind of shy though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddy%20barkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/200/buddy%20barkie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Barkie was so excited, he was running around barking at me - you can't even see him in the picture! But if you look close, his human is holding him in her arms, so I can give him a good sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/buddy%20joey2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/200/buddy%20joey2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joey was running loose, so we had a nice sniff around each other. His human said Joey was a big fierce dog, just like me, so I knew we would be friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/1600/harness%20vest.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1854/4261/200/harness%20vest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was so excited myself, that I kept choking myself on my collar. My human started talking about getting me a harness vest, but don't you think I would look dumb dressed all silly and&lt;em&gt; "foufou"&lt;/em&gt; like that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally it was time to go home, because I really needed a drink! But there I was, lapping up that cool, refreshing water, and thinking that an early dinner and a nap sounded perfect just about now. When I hear my humans walk out the door, saying, &lt;em&gt;"We'll be back, be good."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, but, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt; what about my early dinner????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-4462013142506202094?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hungry-buddy.blogspot.com/2006/09/celtic-walk-in-park.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Buddy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907966.post-115903013649554618</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-23T12:48:56.503-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dog treats</category><title>9:30AM and NO treat!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4269/3874/1600/sad%20buddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4269/3874/320/sad%20buddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When my top human got up this morning to go in that little room, I jumped off the bed, eager to go out &amp; do my business too, so I could get my morning treat. Instead, she calls down to one of the lesser humans to let me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did my business and race back upstairs for my morning treat. She goes back to bed! I was patient, I curled up on the bed, waiting, napping. So patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by 9:30, I'd had enough. I started whimpering, I needed my treat! She looks at me, and foolishly asks me, &lt;em&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;/em&gt; Well, it's 9:30AM, I stare back, and &lt;strong&gt;I have no treat&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that would be enough, but no, she just laughs and talks to the other human. Then she has to go into the little room, and stand under the falling water. She has to put on her body fur, brush her head fur, and make the bed! I was so insulted, I didn't even help by doing my &lt;em&gt;"happy dog"&lt;/em&gt; on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we go downstairs - I almost didn't go down with her, I was so frustrated. But in the end, with the knowledge that a treat was finally coming, I raced down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the final indignity - she makes me go out AGAIN before she will give me my treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, now the other human is making breakfast!! Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4269/3874/1600/animal-pawprint.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4269/3874/200/animal-pawprint.gif" border="o" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907966-115903013649554618?l=hungry-buddy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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