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(pictures)</title><atom:summary>I went with Mommy today while she had to get her taxes done. They made me wait in the car. Boo. I sang loud songs the whole time.

But guess what? While we were there I met some horses who live next to Joe's tax office!

﻿ 

"Hi. My name is Bandit! "
﻿  ﻿ 


"It's OK, furry little buddy," said the ginormous Mr. Horse. "I won't hurt you!"
﻿
 ﻿ 


One of my new friends.
﻿
﻿ 


One of my new friends</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/gI3lpJ-tgvA/i-make-some-giant-friends-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3sRjAxaKwc/TyhDGFoFAjI/AAAAAAAACgw/Iui_F9CDyJI/s72-c/0131121134.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/gI3lpJ-tgvA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-make-some-giant-friends-pictures.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-6964071771347575088</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-29T23:10:40.148-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bath</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>Bailey gets a bath</title><atom:summary>You should know that my stupid sister Bailey is not a regular girl who likes princess crowns and bows and tea parties. She likes mud and dirt and wrestling. So me and Scout taught her how to get good and stinky. 

And she really stinks! So yesterday, Daddy and Mommy gave her a bath. Hahaha!! It was great!

﻿ 


"I don't want to be in the bathtub, Mommy."
﻿ 



"Daddy, save me! Mommy is making me </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/G6dVgkHksmY/bailey-gets-bath.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBJQ2Ubf25E/TyYVqRsJucI/AAAAAAAACgY/JGy4ULFluQc/s72-c/baikey+bath+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/G6dVgkHksmY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/bailey-gets-bath.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-9009113310369049598</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-27T22:15:12.088-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daddy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>Bailey knows how to stay alive in the woods</title><atom:summary>Daddy was reading a book about how to stay alive in the woods, because he is supposed to go on a big hunting trip in the wilderness. 


Bailey figured out how to stay alive in the woods: eat the book!!




Love
BANDIT!!

Visit Mommy's new Heavenly Creatures blog about animals and faith at Patheos.com. And don't forget to follow me on Twitter!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/4Bb5-pHzcxE/bailey-knows-how-to-stay-alive-in-woods.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XH7szu1nRQ/TyNm0AU0cmI/AAAAAAAACgI/WFKlKSmHkwM/s72-c/bailey+007.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/4Bb5-pHzcxE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/bailey-knows-how-to-stay-alive-in-woods.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-6398359552430145181</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-27T21:30:16.207-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><title>Bailey has an adventure and I made a new friend today!</title><atom:summary>

This is me and my new friend Brooklyn.
She's a good romping pal! Even if she is a girl.

﻿﻿Bailey went for an adventure with Mommy today to deposit Daddy's paycheck. Then they went to visit Daddy at work. They had some french fries and Bailey got to say hello to everyone. How Bailey got to say hello to everyone is a big secret except she said she knows what Daddy's office looks like. Boo on </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/Xhje0VIHmj8/bailey-has-adventure-and-i-made-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ih5TUO-IDQ/TyNT4ASeSWI/AAAAAAAACf4/roT_r06hMnE/s72-c/0127121907.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/Xhje0VIHmj8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/bailey-has-adventure-and-i-made-new.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-3596910026619057083</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-26T21:56:43.623-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><title>Do you dress your dog up in clothes?</title><atom:summary>

I only had to wear a shirt because I had big boo boos on my chest that were icky.
I don't think I would like to wear clothes all the time.
Mommy is working on an article idea about dogs and cats who get dressed up in clothes. She has a friend who dresses her dogs up in tutus and we met a cat who has about eleventyfour thousand outfits!

So she wants to know what other people think about it so </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/o9RFQt3rPpw/do-you-dress-your-dog-up-in-clothes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RGrh3mXEDw/TrlW_jQgH0I/AAAAAAAACcs/8wi3yQ5UeV4/s72-c/banditvoting2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/o9RFQt3rPpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-you-dress-your-dog-up-in-clothes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-4446174852719818422</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-26T21:57:18.683-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><title>Do bad dogs have more fun?</title><atom:summary>In case you didn't know, Mommy is writing for a blog called Patheos. She writes about animals and God and life and other stuff. Mostly she writes stories about bears having bear cubs and funny videos and stuff about fish and dolphins and other stuff.

Sometimes she writes about dog training, which isn't often because she is not a dog trainer. Sometimes when she writes that stuff people write back</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/pyqyp5i2VVg/do-bad-dogs-have-more-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/pyqyp5i2VVg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-bad-dogs-have-more-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-7507645761406617484</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-17T15:11:35.894-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr Hawkins</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><title>I ouched myself &amp; Scout came home</title><atom:summary>

Yup, I ouched my paw.

So last night I ouched myself on my front paw. I ouched a nail right off! I did it at 8:01 o'clock, which is about fortyleven seconds after Dr. Hawkins' office closes.

Mommy said it was not an emergency, but I was limping and licking my paw and she remembered when Scout ouched his paw like that it hurt A LOT. So she called the emergency hospital/super power central. The </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/_Ggh4IRhZJU/i-ouched-myself-scout-came-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dgdxnjJPwwo/TxXSjxtguaI/AAAAAAAACfU/zTHyJo5mMY4/s72-c/bandit+boo+boo+003.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/_Ggh4IRhZJU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-ouched-myself-scout-came-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-184173785651852724</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 18:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T13:27:35.399-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>I miss my brother</title><atom:summary>

Me and Mommy get snuggled in our jammies and eat goldfish crackers to feel better.

So it is not fun without Scout. The day after Scout left, it snowed overnight and I ran outside to play, but he wasn't there. So I went upstairs and jumped all over Mommy til she woke up and then I said, "Come out and play in the snow!" But she is not as fun as Scout.

I have been waiting for him to come home, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/l9QEYsTAcbQ/i-miss-my-brother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltpkGYN5gPU/Tw8lnXAX00I/AAAAAAAACfM/KxMMxRLeiP0/s72-c/DSC02529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/l9QEYsTAcbQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-my-brother.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-6997937425303660919</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-06T12:28:30.189-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">God</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>Scout became an angel today</title><atom:summary>

Scout is playing bubbles on God's Farm in the Sky

Today is a very sad day for us. Scout went to live on God's Farm in the Sky.

Scout has been sick for long time from that icky yuck growing in his insides. The cancer doctor said last summer that Scout would not live to the end of summer.

Hahah, cancer doctor! Scout was still here at Christmas to see Santa!! Just like Mommy said he would be!

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/I2DqP6hEaWg/scout-became-angel-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-du4w-6w8aac/TwcunrghOUI/AAAAAAAACfE/UlFCIIyWgBQ/s72-c/dogs+558.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/I2DqP6hEaWg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/scout-became-angel-today.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-8560644844983540235</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-05T11:03:44.409-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New Years</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Happy New Year from Bandit and Scout (video)</title><atom:summary>
This is a happy new year message from me and Scout. You can hear Bailey in the background.

Love BANDIT!!!!

Visit Mommy's NEW dog blog, Bark Around Town, the blog about the Rochester dog community. And don't forget to follow us on Twitter!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/yeRsCmwKRYA/happy-new-year-from-bandit-and-scout.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Hr6fjvb4M9c/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/yeRsCmwKRYA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-from-bandit-and-scout.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-5663200097029243331</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-18T21:07:00.094-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Santa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>Waiting for Santa (pictures)</title><atom:summary>

Me taking a turn waiting for Santa.


Scout waiting for Santa.

Remember I said that Scout was waiting for Santa? Well, I decided to help him. We are going to wait under the tree until he comes! Scout sleeps there for a while, and then I'll sleep there for a while, and then he will and I will. Bailey didn't take a turn yet because she just eats the tree.

Love
BANDIT!!!!

Visit Mommy's NEW dog </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/S7e3VBKG8sc/waiting-for-santa-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-au3_GJ-SFmg/Tu6a5LbtmrI/AAAAAAAACe0/flmSCYEKXps/s72-c/christmas+pups+108.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/S7e3VBKG8sc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting-for-santa-pictures.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-4616519398635727706</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-16T22:26:11.004-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>Me and Mommy go get a Christmas tree</title><atom:summary>

Scout is checking out the tree I picked out while I sing him a song about Christmas.
Every year Daddy gets cranky when Mommy wants to get a Christmas tree, even though he says he doesn't. So this year Mommy said, "It's OK, we don't need to get a tree" before he got cranky. And he was happy.

But we weren't! We have been having some blechy times and Christmas has been b-o-r-i-n-g!! so far. So </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/lkSlio8o71o/me-and-mommy-go-get-christmas-tree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IX13lms0GuE/Tuv9xZdP5WI/AAAAAAAACeA/WuOLpCU2rI8/s72-c/christmas+tree+with+bandit+009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/lkSlio8o71o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-and-mommy-go-get-christmas-tree.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-3323329982217268836</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-12T11:02:48.328-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daddy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>I like books &amp; being alone with Mommy</title><atom:summary>

This is me at the bookstore, being a good boy.

This weekend, me and Mommy and Scout had ourselves all to ourselves because Daddy went to a hunting party and Bailey went on a sleepover with her friends at the vet's office.

Yay! Mommy all to ourselves! Plus me and Scout could go anywhere in the house we wanted. That was good. Scout misses sleeping behind Daddy's chair. 

Yesterday, Mommy took </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/7OhEJds0mLo/i-like-books-being-alone-with-mommy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89xG8LDryEU/TuYVC93WojI/AAAAAAAACdg/FsEgFKhXWds/s72-c/DSC02519.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/7OhEJds0mLo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-like-books-being-alone-with-mommy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-5202034027643753891</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-08T11:02:39.112-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">emails</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><title>I check my email and find out we're big winners</title><atom:summary>I have been trying to help Mommy find some money to pay the bills this week. I found 37 cents, although there might be some more pennies in my belly.

But guess what! Our problems are solved! I checked my email today and found messages that we have won a lottery from the Netherlands and a BMW car from Germany and that rich relatives from Madrid, Spain AND Hong Kong have died and left us bunches </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/GRL-s-XB16c/i-check-my-email-and-find-out-were-big.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/GRL-s-XB16c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-check-my-email-and-find-out-were-big.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-3416359926798789243</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T19:00:30.975-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Santa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><title>Bad teacher tells kids there is no Santa!</title><atom:summary>

Of course there is a Santa, silly. He's right there in this picture!

A not very nice teacher in New York told her students that there is no Santa Claus. Naughty teacher!

The kids were learning about geography and they told their teacher that the North Pole is where Santa lives. She told them there is no Santa and that their parents leave presents under the tree.

That is NOT true. There is a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/tfH1HeJzw6w/bad-teacher-tells-kids-there-is-no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qxCzbIOCfE/TtwI6LKfsVI/AAAAAAAACdQ/sYSWTxE-S4A/s72-c/BanditSanta.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/tfH1HeJzw6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/12/bad-teacher-tells-kids-there-is-no.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-4530202910256479477</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-02T10:15:38.854-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Santa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reindeer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><title>Santa's reindeer get the OK from their doctor to fly on Christmas!!</title><atom:summary>

This is Dr. Rene Carlson and Prancer. She said the reindeer are A-OK to fly on Christmas!
﻿ Yay!! Santa's reindeer had their check up yesterday from their doctor and they are ready to fly on Christmas eve!!

Their doctor is not Dr. Hawkins or Dr. B or Dr. Herrema, who are our doctors. They are too busy here taking care of us dogs. Plus, it would have been a little crazy if Santa brought 9 </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/Tj24shxpLhY/santas-reindeer-get-ok-from-their.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_T-s9oI9k8/TtjqhooyfRI/AAAAAAAACdI/mfAkWAqAI-8/s72-c/Dr+Rene+Carlson+and+Prancer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/Tj24shxpLhY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/12/santas-reindeer-get-ok-from-their.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-237177830141330020</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-27T20:25:27.505-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Murphy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chickens</category><title>Check out my new line of greeting cards</title><atom:summary>So Mommy and me made some new projects: greeting cards and a calendar!

We made some blank notecards with pictures of me and Scout and Murphy and other pretty stuff Mommy took pictures of. And we made some cards with my handsome face and some nice messages. And then we made a calendar for 2012 and every month is one super picture of us! There are even a couple of chicken pictures!

So you can </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/KSUT_6BTbeY/check-out-my-new-line-of-greeting-cards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/KSUT_6BTbeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/11/check-out-my-new-line-of-greeting-cards.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-917483137693338754</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-27T20:19:59.153-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thanksgiving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><title>What we did on Thanksgiving</title><atom:summary>Guess what me and Scout did on Thanksgiving? We ate the turkey. All of the turkey!

Mommy sliced off all of the tasty meat and put it on a pretty plate on the stove with the other Thanksgiving dinner stuff. Then she put the naked turkey skeleton in the fridge while her and Daddy and Cassie and Bailey sat in the living room and ate and talked about how great Bailey is. 

Me and Scout got left out </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/7mhaNfgG6hs/what-we-did-on-thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/7mhaNfgG6hs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-we-did-on-thanksgiving.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-6763543170550202487</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T09:31:16.590-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>Bailey gets bored</title><atom:summary>﻿ 


Bailey and Mommy had a picnic at Schallers

﻿ Yesterday, Mommy took Bailey to Dr. Hall's office to get bored. I don't know why she had to go to the vet to get bored. It's pretty boring around here sometimes, especially when Mommy is working. BOR-ing!

Mommy said that because me and Bailey have been having big fights we all needed a night to catch our breaths and not have to worry about us </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/h8659OMQTdY/bailey-gets-bored.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4pvuyKDeCU/TrvfQzHzs4I/AAAAAAAACc0/Eza4hWNQHuM/s72-c/bailey+picnic+schallers+3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/h8659OMQTdY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/11/bailey-gets-bored.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-4175003446032084060</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-08T11:25:14.915-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sarah Palin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>I went to vote today -  make sure you vote, too!</title><atom:summary>
Today is Vote Day! Me and Mommy walked up to the town hall to tell the nice ladies who we want to be in charge of the universe for a while. That is called voting!

You should know that you are not allowed to take pictures inside the voting place. So I will tell you how you vote. First, you say to the nice lady, "Hi! My name is Mommy and I live in the blue house near the park." And the nice lady </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/3ekkyWLDprU/i-went-to-vote-today-make-sure-you-vote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnZFhRsK4J8/TrlW9uEq0QI/AAAAAAAACck/ffUbVmRVFoY/s72-c/banditvoting.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/3ekkyWLDprU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-went-to-vote-today-make-sure-you-vote.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-2427229000504677844</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-07T19:28:03.347-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adoption</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>Can you help us find a new home for Bailey?</title><atom:summary>

Our sister Bailey needs to find a new home. Right away.

I have not blogged for a few days because we are having a very bad time. Me and Bailey have decided that we DO! NOT! want to live together in the same house, so we have been fighting. Bailey is a better fighter than I am, so I am starting the fights but she is finishing them. And I am getting ouched. Very ouched.

You should know that it </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/aWkqCXm-4iM/can-you-help-us-find-new-home-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MtOeE1V3P8/Trh2BtEVjnI/AAAAAAAACcc/y6XekIa0DwI/s72-c/pics+from+david+115.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/aWkqCXm-4iM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/11/can-you-help-us-find-new-home-for.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-5534470593227612224</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-25T16:24:17.537-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">circus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">elephants</category><title>I have a No Elephant Adventure</title><atom:summary>

This is me, waiting for the circus train.

Today Mommy said, "Hey Bandit? Want to have a super elephant adventure?"

Yes, Mommy! You know I love adventures!

The circus came to town today, so me and Mommy went to watch the circus people unload the elephants off the circus train so they could do a parade to the circus arena.

The circus train was supposed to come at 2 pm. So we were there at 2 </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/YXdhu-_hqRk/i-have-no-elephant-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAOCOkwDw5c/TqcUoiLyN1I/AAAAAAAACbY/5IIQSob46MU/s72-c/bandit+elephant+parade+waiting+002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/YXdhu-_hqRk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-no-elephant-adventure.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-7742667109253974835</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-23T11:09:32.218-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mommy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tails of Success</category><title>My first Rally Obedience class!</title><atom:summary>

I am not the teacher's pet. I am Mommy's pet. But I am the teacher's helper!
﻿﻿ 
Today I went to Miss Sherri's romping palace for school. It was a class called Rally Obedience.
So far Rally Obedience class is pretty much walking in a giant circle being a good boy and getting hot dogs popped into your mouth when you do stuff your Mommy tells you to do. Sit. Hot dog. Walk. Hot dog. Lie down. Hot </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/eFveJSoucnM/my-first-rally-obedience-class.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htn4cn1b-L4/TqMBPwQpBCI/AAAAAAAACas/DE979nRdb4c/s72-c/bandit+michelle+rally+clas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/eFveJSoucnM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-rally-obedience-class.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-4179875575673764860</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-21T11:14:04.701-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scout</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">advice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bailey</category><title>Bad dogs and crying mommies</title><atom:summary>Just in case you didn't know, if all of the sudden your mommy starts to cry, and you and your brother and sister have been really bad dogs for about eleventeen straight days, the two things probably have something to do with each other.

Love
Bandit

Visit Mommy's NEW dog blog, Bark Around Town, the blog about the Rochester dog community. And don't forget to follow us on Twitter!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/8IwH6L5Xinw/bad-dogs-and-crying-mommies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6Lyaq67MaQ/TqGMHhgYOeI/AAAAAAAACak/4EGEfP1v0VQ/s72-c/bandibeingbad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/8IwH6L5Xinw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/10/bad-dogs-and-crying-mommies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485180852415990630.post-869169360512273143</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-21T11:08:27.802-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pup Culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bandit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Read Bandit's first column in Pup Culture Magazine!</title><atom:summary>Today you can read my first column in Pup Culture Magazine! I got to write about anything I wanted so I picked Halloween!

You can read the magazine on your computer because it is a super space age kind of magazine, not the kind that you read and then put under the new puppy to catch his potty.

Let me know what you think!

Love, your pal
BANDIT!!!

Visit Mommy's NEW dog blog, Bark Around Town, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dogvotional/~3/85F3gFGEi_4/read-bandits-first-column-in-pup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joanne Brokaw)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikJxKTPLR_U/TqGKjmR_VoI/AAAAAAAACac/5qYpEBKD3bI/s72-c/bandit+column+snapshot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/dogvotional/~4/85F3gFGEi_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://dogvotional.blogspot.com/2011/10/read-bandits-first-column-in-pup.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

