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Alcohol" /><category term="Vehicles" /><category term="Running." /><category term="Television" /><category term="Sports" /><category term="Holidays." /><title>The life of me...</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3864386989888661838/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154421234228939008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmwdBX4wVZk/TfagyR8UixI/AAAAAAAACXc/OspLw42riBE/s220/P4170585.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>964</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/gyYjQ" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/gyyjq" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYEQXg7eyp7ImA9WhRbGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864386989888661838.post-8860021896747293085</id><published>2012-02-10T05:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T05:25:00.603-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T05:25:00.603-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alcohol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games" /><title>Friday Night Bowling</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6Pl2lvQ_Ds/TyrHKPAjbtI/AAAAAAAADgg/qRZNwmGDnx0/s1600/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704590856659627730" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R6Pl2lvQ_Ds/TyrHKPAjbtI/AAAAAAAADgg/qRZNwmGDnx0/s400/bowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The season is half over - and we're in last place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that our team is bowling bad either - we pretty much hit (or exceed) our average every game - it's just that no matter what team we bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...they have the greatest bowling night of their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to compete with that.  No matter how well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;bowl - they [are practically guaranteed to] bowl better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun to get together with friends, have a few beers, throw a few balls, and share some laughs.  I'll miss it when the season's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bowling nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3864386989888661838-8860021896747293085?l=michelereed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qr1gjgJoGfU4ptz1Fye_P09W9jI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qr1gjgJoGfU4ptz1Fye_P09W9jI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gyYjQ/~4/SL0V8LqXRNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/feeds/4904924261951648944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-puppy-poetry.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3864386989888661838/posts/default/4904924261951648944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3864386989888661838/posts/default/4904924261951648944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gyYjQ/~3/SL0V8LqXRNk/more-puppy-poetry.html" title="More Puppy Poetry" /><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154421234228939008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmwdBX4wVZk/TfagyR8UixI/AAAAAAAACXc/OspLw42riBE/s220/P4170585.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHS-yrKppcI/TyDJ84P-Z_I/AAAAAAAADfA/LkGdONCrys8/s72-c/Pet%2BPoetry.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://michelereed.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-puppy-poetry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08EQX8zeyp7ImA9WhRUFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864386989888661838.post-81198565860505084</id><published>2012-01-25T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:50:00.183-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T06:50:00.183-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pets." /><title>Safety fail</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IqneLBBtllM/Tx9vNYKJ_BI/AAAAAAAADe0/wCU9SplynHo/s1600/PC260550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IqneLBBtllM/Tx9vNYKJ_BI/AAAAAAAADe0/wCU9SplynHo/s400/PC260550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701397928888368146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above little apparatus was inside the Angry Bird stuffed animal toys that we got the puppies for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this because Beaner was being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;quiet.  I never understood how my Mom knew when we were 'up to something' because we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;quiet.  It never made sense to me as a kid - makes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;total &lt;/span&gt;sense to me as an adult.  And yeah - it applies to dogs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a random person reading this post, I would wonder why on earth anyone would give their dogs something that is obviously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;pet appropriate.  And I would probably shake my head, and have some type of opinion about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - weird.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;?  Have an opinion?  That hardly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these toys were made by Hartz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they should be okay, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire brand name of Hartz is dedicated to making pet supplies.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's what they do.&lt;/span&gt;  So their toys would be safe for dogs, right?  I would have never thought that they would put a battery, (complete with wires and whatever else is pictured above) in a stuffed animal that is made specifically for a dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing my dogs want to do is tear open a stuffed animal, and rip out the stuffing to get to the 'squeaker' in the toy.  Little did I know this 'squeaker' could have proved itself dangerous to my girls.  I cannot believe that my dogs are the only dogs to do this little tear-a-stuffed-animal-apart-trick, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on Hartz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3864386989888661838-81198565860505084?l=michelereed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wlYb-ffDQ50yQxl0sukbRvP3aJQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wlYb-ffDQ50yQxl0sukbRvP3aJQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gyYjQ/~4/Gx_VPpaoU7U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/feeds/5681818246234567125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/2012/01/freaky-fast.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3864386989888661838/posts/default/5681818246234567125?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3864386989888661838/posts/default/5681818246234567125?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gyYjQ/~3/Gx_VPpaoU7U/freaky-fast.html" title="Freaky Fast" /><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154421234228939008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmwdBX4wVZk/TfagyR8UixI/AAAAAAAACXc/OspLw42riBE/s220/P4170585.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDlpek9ouyk/Tx43FrKNVBI/AAAAAAAADeo/Nq1h7JkCTvs/s72-c/PC100359.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://michelereed.blogspot.com/2012/01/freaky-fast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CRX4-fyp7ImA9WhRUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864386989888661838.post-4057669177511504594</id><published>2012-01-23T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:19:24.057-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T19:19:24.057-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>A new favorite</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Since Bath &amp;amp; Body Works discontinued my favorite 'Cucumber Melon' scent - I was forced to find a new favorite. Sure there are ways to still get my old favorite - but if it's not as easy as walking into a store locally, and buying it - then I'm probably not going to put forth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I went and found a new favorite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700886485281563650" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPCS7o6mY1c/Tx2eDcQIZAI/AAAAAAAADeE/0PKwlxtiVyY/s400/White%2BCitrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3864386989888661838-4057669177511504594?l=michelereed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Most people spend too much of their lives running around doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;- accomplishing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't think enough people take the time to truly relax, to truly take a break, and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.... the dishes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;wait another day.  The laundry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; go anywhere.  It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;the end of the world if you don't vacuum or clean the floors.  Trust me, it'll be there the next day - it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But relationships... whether it be with your husband, a friend, your parents, your children, your dogs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who or what ever &lt;/span&gt;- they need quality time.  They need to be taken care of.  Nurtured.  Made to feel important in an otherwise, crazy busy life.  When ignored, or worse yet, taken for granted, bad things can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I did today.  I took a mental health day, checked out of the day, made myself completely inaccessible to the outside world,  and did nothing that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B &amp;amp; I woke up, went to 7:30 mass, followed by breakfast at Le Peep, did the next week's grocery shopping - ok... so there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;'chore' - but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does it really count?&lt;/span&gt;  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;grocery shopping - no.... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;grocery shopping (but that's an entirely different issue).  We came home, watched the first Harry Potter movie (we had never seen a single one before), B made us lunch, we played with the puppies, we all took a nap (puppies included), we woke up, and finished our evening by watching football together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3864386989888661838-809442882909918673?l=michelereed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sqdOue7GYquZUbMgyAedfhLDSNo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sqdOue7GYquZUbMgyAedfhLDSNo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gyYjQ/~4/_k55RrEUjZ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/feeds/809442882909918673/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/2012/01/lazy-sunday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3864386989888661838/posts/default/809442882909918673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3864386989888661838/posts/default/809442882909918673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gyYjQ/~3/_k55RrEUjZ4/lazy-sunday.html" title="Lazy Sunday" /><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154421234228939008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmwdBX4wVZk/TfagyR8UixI/AAAAAAAACXc/OspLw42riBE/s220/P4170585.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bmw72LP8TKA/Txy-aqZjYWI/AAAAAAAADd4/9P4_UCSUeFA/s72-c/sleeping-snoopy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://michelereed.blogspot.com/2012/01/lazy-sunday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHRn4_eip7ImA9WhRUEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864386989888661838.post-792449722101843005</id><published>2012-01-21T05:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:52:17.042-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T19:52:17.042-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>Mixed emotions</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb21ERH76XA/Txn_-2RC_GI/AAAAAAAADdU/C0KAQhhCMKw/s1600/Sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb21ERH76XA/Txn_-2RC_GI/AAAAAAAADdU/C0KAQhhCMKw/s400/Sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699868258598059106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This picture makes me happy &amp;amp; sad at the same time - for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3864386989888661838-792449722101843005?l=michelereed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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First daughter of my brother &lt;a href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-born.html"&gt;Don Reed&lt;/a&gt;.  I was 5 when she was born.  I was an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aunt &lt;/span&gt;at 5 years old.  Mind boggling to some people - to me... that's just my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is married to Eric, and they have three children Cody, Ellie &amp;amp; Maddie.  She's simply stunning - beautiful both inside and out.  Eric's not so bad either.... (just joking Eric - you know you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dashingly handsome&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interest of keeping this readable, I'll try to keep this short.   Stace.... what can I say about Stace?  People used to mistake us for sisters.  We had fun with that.  Most people didn't believe it when she introduced me as her aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh the fun we've had over the years&lt;/span&gt; - there was that one night we went bowling, another time when we rented a school bus to bar hop around Omaha, followed by that 'special' evening at Perkins.  The trip to Colorado, the GPS system lady, who kept telling us to turn around for over 100+ miles, and the next thing we knew we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;the hotel - good thing we didn't listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;!  The caves, the 'adobe' houses - dinner that one night with the super weird waiter guy.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what was his deal???) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These memories mean nothing to the random reader - but they mean everything to me.  She was my maid of honor, you can read more about her &lt;a href="http://michelereed.blogspot.com/2009/06/dual-purpose.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  She's awesome - but..... people grow up, have [more] responsibilities, move away, have children, get careers - - - basically, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life happens&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't see her as often as I should - and I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured below is her family.  Cody, Maddie, Stace, Ellie, and Eric.&lt;br /&gt;And they lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBIOBG3NaZY/Txdt7AM1VTI/AAAAAAAADcw/6gA533Yqa64/s1600/stace_eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBIOBG3NaZY/Txdt7AM1VTI/AAAAAAAADcw/6gA533Yqa64/s400/stace_eric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699144713894188338" 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/3864386989888661838-3709257348601287649?l=michelereed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Outside.  All you have to do is say "Do you wanna....." and they are all over it.  They usually have 'cabin fever' by now, but not this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typically avoid the trails when I walk the dogs.  It's too hard with two little adventurous, curious dogs and the bicyclists.  They hate me.  My dogs run back and forth on the trail, making it difficult for them to pass.  Callie &amp;amp; Chloe don't know the meaning of 'share the trail' - I try really hard to 'get my dogs out of the way' - I'm always checking behind me, trying to accommodate - but there are curves, and I'm not always able to move as quickly as they would like me to.   So to avoid this mutual frustration, it's just easier to stay on the sidewalks in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... I decided to walk the trail with the pups - I needed to get two  miles in on that particular day - and I wanted a change of scenery.  We take the turn that leads us through the park, and onto the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must back up just a bit and further describe the behavior of the girls.  Both are super excited and they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;at the end of their leash - always looking for what's around the corner!  Always curious!  Always excited!  In fact, everything about their walk could be described with! an! exclamation! point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;multiple &lt;/span&gt;exclamation points!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get past the park, and onto the trail - Callie immediately falls back and is walking right beside, if not a little behind me.  In fact, I have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slow down &lt;/span&gt;to allow for Callie to keep up.  Then she's giving the indication that she wants picked up.  This is done by her standing up on her back legs, and putting her front paws on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  She definitely has my attention.  Not normal 'walk' behavior by Callie Mae.  So I pick her up.  And she shakes.  And she shakes.  And she shakes some more.  She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;emotional...  I decide that something is stressing Callie out and it's not worth it - so I turn around and head back to the park, and back to the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not - the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second &lt;/span&gt;we got back into the neighborhood - she wanted down and was back to being excited!  And curious!  And exploring every single leaf, stick, and stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why she is now scared of being on the trail, but that's fine - it'll just make it easier for everyone.  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